Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 238

Episode 238

“The troops sent to the royal territory are proceeding smoothly.”

Contrary to what the report said, Dwayne’s expression was not very bright.

The fact that things were going smoothly meant that a huge amount of budget was being spent in real time.

‘There’s nothing we can do to prepare for war, but this is too tight.’

Slowly, complaints were coming out of the McLane territory. He sighed. I decided that there was no need to report something that I could control, so I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help but feel sad.

“If things are going well, we should start building the dam now, right?”

He nodded heavily, hoping that additional policies to be implemented would not cause further complaints.

“Yes. We will pay sufficient wages and mobilize workers. However, to complete the construction within the time period you mentioned, we need people with solid experience…” ”

Elites of the Golem Tower, including Clayton, and dwarves with experience in Hamar and dam construction. Mobilize everyone so that construction can be completed within winter.”

“…All right.”

A soft voice came from behind Dwayne, who turned around with a half-beat slow answer.

“Just a little bit. Just give it a little more strength. Just give it a year. Then things will get a lot better.”

I don’t know if he guesses that the deep nervousness beneath the soothing words is putting a greater burden on his heart.

* * *

“Lalala~”

These days, there are many days when I find myself humming.

That’s right too.

‘Because my master is the king of this country and I am the king of the magic workshop.’

Hamar looked in the mirror, combed his hair neatly, and started humming again.

After confirming once again that the all-white hair that fully exposed his handsome forehead went well with the expensive and precious-looking red silk clothes, he turned around and slowly left the door.

Then, unlike the quiet room, a rough, pounding noise penetrated my ears without mercy.

“Hurry up line 3! Why does it take so long to spread one metal plate!”

“Accident on line 1, two human craftsmen. Call the emergency team! Quick!”

Thump thump thump. Quang.

Hehehehe.

“Next, line 2 completed!”

Dwarves and human craftsmen moving fiercely under the railing.

The sound they made was a noise that could not be called good even in empty words, but even that sounded like music to Hamar.

As soon as Hamar opened the door, he looked back at Temar, who followed him as if he had been waiting, and asked.

“What’s the progress?”

“We have so many orders that it will likely take at least a few more months.”

“Is it because of the soldiers’ equipment?”

“yes.”

“50,000 won is no joke. Still, if you have to do it, you have to do it. Please help me out. Please console the craftsmen well.”

“I know.”

“And…the knights who took it?”

“They said it would come back as soon as it runs out. But since the supply is limited, wouldn’t it be enough to just do it once?”

“Ok, fine.”

Everything was running smoothly.

‘A workshop several times the size of the village where I once lived in hiding moves according to the gestures of my hands.’

A thrilling sensation that starts from your fingertips and tickles your brain pleasantly.

He knew an easy way to make this good feeling even bigger.

“What about beer?”

“It’s ready here.”

“As expected. Temar, you are unusually quick-witted for a dwarf.”

He smiled, patted Temar on the shoulder, and took the beer glass from his clawed hand.

gulp. gulp.

‘I drink it really well.’

It was so refreshing that I wondered if the lukewarm beer had been magically enchanted without my knowledge.

“Kyaa! It tastes just like this!”

It was when Hamar exclaimed such admiration.

Weeeeeeng.

A red light flashed inside the open door and a loud noise was made.

Hamar froze in the same position he had been drinking beer in.

It was the most horrible sound in the world that I wanted to hear the most.

“Ha haha. I suddenly have auditory hallucinations.”

Feeling cold sweat running down his back, Hamar looked back at Temar with an awkward expression.

“…I can hear it too.”

“No, it’s an illusion!”

bang!

Hamar slammed the door to his office and denied reality.

but.

[If Hamar does not come out within 5 minutes, he will be dismissed from his position as head of the workshop…]

Hearing someone’s voice clearly audible even from inside the office, Hamar opened the door to the office with a grim expression on his face.

And the moment he faced the communication port, he smiled brightly, as if he had never frowned.

“Whahahaha! I’m a little busy with work. It’s been a while, master!”

There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth that he raised with all his might, but you wouldn’t have noticed it unless you were right next to him.

Logan, who was in the communication port, smiled brightly as he looked at Hamar, who was trying his best to look bright, and bluntly took out the business.

[Let’s do one more Hamar Dam construction.]

“Ah…hahaha. Dam construction.”

He naturally turned his head and cursed so softly that only Temar who was nearby could hear.

“But I’m a bit busy these days…”

[This must be done as early as possible and completed within the winter. Select only those with experience and come to Grand.]

“I also have a schedule…”

[Give me 3 days.]

“No, you only need 3 days to get there, you human! Have a conscience…!”

[Then 4 days.]

“…Ugh.”

[I believe you will be able to prepare well. See you then.]

Even after the light in the communication port was turned off, Hamar stood there in vain.

* * *

“Dam construction? Again? Oh, in the royal territory…? Yes. I know what your majesty is thinking.”

Although he was once again appointed in charge of a large-scale construction project, Clayton’s reaction was quite different from Hamar’s.

However, there was a problem that bothered him as well.

“The timing is a bit unfortunate. It’s not a good idea to put this matter off for another few months…”

“What should I report?”

“No, I will meet Your Majesty in person and tell you. Request an audience.”

“Yes Master.”

When Greek left after receiving instructions, Clayton immediately prepared for the audience by organizing the materials scattered on the desk.

In his view, this issue was as important as the dam construction.

“No matter how you think about it, in order to completely control the magic towers, I think it would be best to group them into one group. Create a new magic tower that represents the kingdom.”

“A new magic tower?”

Logan showed curiosity at Clayton’s words.

“Yes. The existing royal magic tower is actually just a royal magic tower and is no different from a single magic tower of the Wizard School. It was the influence of Drukail, the great sage in the early days of the founding of the nation.”

“Of course.”

“The original purpose of embracing all schools and respecting the diversity of magic has long since faded away. The conflict between schools did not go away at all, and in the end, everyone except the Wizard school left the Magic Tower.”

“So, Clayton, what you’re saying is, let’s create a new royal magic tower that doesn’t discriminate between schools and attract wizards? Is this what you’re saying?”

Clayton nodded at Logan’s summary.

“Yes that’s right.”

“But I heard wizards don’t unite if they come from different schools?”

“So, I came up with the first plan. I would like to first attract talented people like me in the past who are marginalized within the magic tower and create a Macline magic tower centered around our Golem Tower.”

“It’s the McLane Magic Tower…”

Logan rubbed his chin in thought.

“I’m embarrassed to say it with my own mouth, but I think that if the fringes of each magic tower are added to our school, which is currently enjoying the most prosperity centered around me, and further merge into one, all the magic towers in the kingdom will gradually unite under the Macline Magic Tower. .”

“…Interesting. But why are you saying this now?”

“I started thinking about it when Your Majesty subjugated the magic towers. However, I am only telling you now because I have been gathering data on talent to recruit to the magic tower. Since I will have to be away for a few months once the dam construction begins.”

“Please gather these talented people in the name of the royal family?”

“Yes. That would be a good way to draw the picture your Majesty wants. You wouldn’t be satisfied with just one magic tower that gathers wizards.”

Maybe it’s because we’ve been together for a long time.

Logan smiled and nodded at the words that seemed to read his inner thoughts, which he had never told anyone.

“Okay, that’s right. However, there will be no limit to the number of people.”

“yes?”

“This means that in addition to the talents that Lord Clayton has researched, if there are more magicians who want to come, we will receive all of them. That would be closer to the plan I have in mind.”

* * *

“Rejected again? Why on earth?!”

“The tower lord is very heartbroken because of the recent unfortunate incident. Let’s tighten everyone’s belts for the time being until a solution for the future of the magic tower is found….”

“Bullshit!!”

Max, an elder 5th circle wizard belonging to the Fire Magic Tower, was furious.

The wizard who had come to deliver the tower owner’s orders collapsed in his seat and trembled as the deathly explosion erupted with a thunderous roar, but he did not feel the slightest intention to apologize or comfort him.

It wasn’t that he had a particularly nasty personality.

The problem was that the budget that had been requested for over a year had just been rejected again, and it was the third disciple of Framer Topju who brought the bullshit news.

“Get out of here now, Penon. And tell the tower owner. If you don’t support my research funds, I will really leave the magic tower this time!”

“You should say that to me…”

“Shut up and tell me!”

“Yes, yes. Oh, I understand!”

As Penon hurriedly ran out of the lab, Max sat down and let out a long sigh.

“You’re keeping me in check like this, right? Tower owner… has he really become senile?”

A talented person who will succeed Framer Topju, who is nearing his death.

Those words he heard 20 years ago when he achieved the 5th circle became invisible shackles and tormented him ever since.

At first, it was just a subtle bullying, but five years ago, after he announced the results of research that shortened the spell of the 5-circle magic Flame Blast by half, he started to become an outright nuisance.

It is basic to be disadvantaged in terms of omission of research funds and budget allocation, and if he tries to do something, checks or interference come in from the tower owner or the Presbyterian Council.

As this happened over and over again, no matter how he was, he couldn’t help but get tired.

“What kind of shit is this? Those so-called high-ranking wizards…”

I just sighed and suddenly the door burst open.

“Master!!”

It was his disciple Raphel.

Instead of getting angry at the excited appearance of his student, who usually showed a calm side for a fire wizard, Max asked the reason.

“What’s going on?”

“Wow, the royal family! An invitation has come to you from the royal family in the name of Your Majesty and the Golem Master!”

“invitation?”

In response to his teacher’s rebuttal, Rappel took out the document from his pocket with trembling hands and read it clearly in a calm voice.

“We are recruiting talented individuals regardless of school to create the Macline Magic Tower, which will become the center of the kingdom’s wizards.”

gulp.

Max looked blankly at his student, who was swallowing dry saliva and licking his lips as if he couldn’t believe it as he spoke.

“Jim received a recommendation from Mage Clayton and selected Elder Max of the Fire Tower as his first recruit. If you become a member of the Macline Magic Tower, not only will I provide full support, but I will also accept all wizards who follow you. If you are willing, please respond immediately. I promise that no harm will come to the wizards who come out of the magic tower in the name of Macraine.”

Kwajik.

The wooden cup that Max was holding was distorted and a burning smell began to emanate from the handle.

Mana of Fire. It was a natural result.

“Master!”

He was startled by Rappel’s startled voice, took his hand off the glass and stood up straight away.

“…I have to go.”

“Master?”

“Knock down this fucking magic tower right now. I’m going to clean it up!!”

Rappel looked blankly at his teacher, who was running around the lab frantically while screaming in joy.

And that day,

Elder Max of the Fire Tower and his 16 disciples left the Magic Tower.

And there were people in a similar situation. The 6 elders of the 5th Magic Tower also announced that they would lead their disciples to leave the Magic Tower and join the Maglain Tower. The number of

people alone was over 150, and among them, excluding the 7 5th Circle wizards who were the main recruitment targets, 22 There were 70 3rd circle wizards

as well as 4th circle wizards. This was practically the equivalent of one magic tower.

Everyone on the list that had been prepared considering the rejection responded.

Moreover…

“…there were also inquiries from other wizards. It’s running wild.”

“What?”

There were more wizards than they thought who were dissatisfied with the culture of the Magic Tower that had been established for a long time.