Daniel Rand, general manager of the Rand Machinery Power Company of the Third Republic of Fern and the young owner of the Rand family, clearly felt envy in the eyes of Jeffrey Chaka, who greeted him under the car, when he stepped out of his RAND 2.0 steam car. He chuckled twice, took off his top hat, and bowed lightly to Jeffrey Chaka, general manager of Anken Rein Imperial Power.

"I haven't seen you for a year, but Master Rand really gave me a big surprise as soon as we met."

Jeffrey Chaka reached out and took Daniel's coat and handed it to the next person waiting next to him, "I don't know what the origin of the car that Master Rand drove over this time?" ”

"Oh, this is a trackless steam locomotive newly developed by our company, although it is much smaller in size and cannot pull many people like a steam locomotive, but its advantages are flexible, convenient, and not limited by tracks. We made a 1.0 version before, but there are many failures, and it is always broken. This time it's the 2.0 version, we drove all the way from Verndingen to Rossville, and judging by the results, it's still very durable. ”

"Oh, that's pretty good, your company always goes faster than us on these little toys, it's enviable."

Jeffrey Chaka complimented Daniel without sincerity as he led him through the doors of the company's headquarters. The Paper's headquarters is located in Uptown Roseville, just three blocks from the Sanctions Mage Tower, which is the most valuable area in Roseville. After the group exchanged pleasantries, Jeffrey arranged for William Richardson, the director of the technical department, to take Daniel and his entourage to the hotel, and privately told him to see if he could figure out the details of the RAND 2.0 car. William Richardson nodded in agreement, and took Daniel to the hotel in his steam car, chatting and looking around along the way. This so-called RAND 2.0 is actually something that can be made by miniaturizing the steam engine of the rail steam locomotive, adding the chassis and wheels of the carriage, and a steering mechanism. However, judging from the smooth power output of the machine along the way, this machine must also use centrifugal governor technology.

Although Daniel Rand traveled all the way from the Third Republic of Fern through the Alonte Empire to Roseville at the invitation of the Fire Festival, the main purpose was to further negotiate with The Paper Power Company on the use of centrifugal governors, power and the distribution of revenues. Both the RAND Machinery Power Company and the Surging Power Company have a mage tower behind them, and no one can help anyone. Both sides submitted solid evidence to prove that the centrifugal governor was invented independently, and in this case, negotiation became the only way to reconcile the interests of both parties.

"What do you think?"

Waiting for Jeffrey Chaka in the company to see William Richardson come back, he couldn't wait to ask. As the most direct competitor in the market, he cares a lot about Daniel Rand's car.

"There's nothing particularly technically difficult about it, we can do it, but it may take a little time to debug and solve the details." William Richardson had already made a judgment on this device along the way, so he replied very calmly.

"Does that have any impact on our rail transit?"

"Okay, the main goal of this kind of thing is to replace the horse-drawn carriage. But I see that his wheels have high requirements for the road surface, and if they want to promote them all, they may have to do road hardening in the whole city or the whole country, which is also difficult. Whether the company invests in this area depends on your decision. ”

"Do it, it has to be done, and we have to have what they have." Jeffrey Chaka didn't hesitate in this regard, "Tomorrow at the Fire Festival, I will see if there is a chance to report to Lord Arquette, the director of the Sanction Mage Tower, if we can promote the hardening of the road surface, we can be the last to come first, surpassing the RAND Corporation." ”

"I see, my lord, is there anything else I need to do?"

"No, you can go back and rest early, and tomorrow you will accompany them with me to see the Yanghuo Festival, tired."

Jeffrey Chaka waved his hand and let Richardson go first, but he quickly stopped his right-hand man.

"William, has your daughter Daisy been found?"

"Not yet, there's no news of her anywhere."

"Okay, if there's any news, you tell me. I have connections in the Royal Police, and I won't let your daughter suffer. ”

"I know, thank you boss."

William bowed deeply and turned away. Jeffrey stood behind him and looked at William's visibly stiff back and sighed softly.

If William still can't get out of his daughter's wanted, he may really want to consider a more motivated tech director.

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Luna stands in the steamy bathroom, arms outstretched, eyes closed. Her two slave girls, Mellen Warren and Raviel Warren, each held a sponge brush and carefully and carefully cleaned her body. Tomorrow on the Fire Festival, she will have the last magic induction activation in her life, and the result of the activation will determine her fate, cleansing, bathing, fasting and praying are all necessary processes.

"Do you say, 'Can I make it?' Luna's voice echoed through the bathroom like pearls dripping from a jade plate.

"They all said that Miss is Lord Luke's most powerful apprentice, and it must be fine." Melen gently rubbed Luna's left leg and replied respectfully as the white foam rolled over her skin.

"That's right, if you can't even be a young lady, no one can."

Ravielle rubbed Luna's right leg with another sponge, her voice shaking. Although it has been more than two months, every time she thinks of her dead predecessor Dylan, Lavielle is unconsciously scared when she sees Luna.

Instead of speaking, Luna opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.

"I heard...... Tomorrow is a good day......"

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827 A.D., 9 September, Anken Reyne Empire, western suburb of Roseville.

Fearing that it would affect the lives of the capital's residents, the festival was held on a hill called Cambucullen, on the western outskirts of Roseville. Before the appointed time began, Emperor Paul Gibson and his sons and daughters, important ministers, representatives from all walks of life in Ankenrein and representatives from various countries had already set up a viewing platform on Mount Cambukulen. A steady stream of elegant waiters serve food and drinks for all tastes and flavors, and the attendants from the Mage's Tower explain the arrangements for the festival to guests who are not familiar with the festival. Everyone, waiting for that moment.

Perhaps out of respect, or perhaps as a show of strength, Archmage Luke Brewster did not take his favorite wizard ship, but instead teleported directly to the front of the viewing platform. The mage robe on his body glistened in the sunlight, and the staff in his hand represented the most powerful power in the world. He turned around and bowed to His Majesty the Emperor and all the guests, to a loud cheer.

"It's about to begin," said Brooklyn Arquette, the head of the Sanction Tower, to Luna, who was sitting next to her, in the exclusive viewing area of the Mage Tower.

"I know, teacher."

Luna is dressed in a gorgeous dress, with long red gold hair and jewel-like green pupils that dazzle in the sun. She nodded nervously, closed her eyes, and held the magic bracelet in her hand.

To begin, the Festival of Fire is her last chance to contact magic before activating her magic sense, and she must seize this opportunity to improve her bond with magic and increase her chances of success in activating magic sense.

Perhaps sensing that the time was approaching, everyone fell silent when Archmage Luke Brewster turned back to the west side of the hill. Looking at the man who symbolized the pinnacle of human strength, he raised his staff.

The long, mysterious, immensely powerful sound of incantations began to shake the air. Everyone stopped, the eyes of the guests on the viewing platform widened, the attendants stopped, and the attendants from the Mage Tower bowed to the figure not far away.

Just the prelude to the spell had left Luna a little breathless. She tightly grasped the violently shaking magic bracelet on her wrist, and closed her eyes to feel the huge amount of magic fluctuations that continued to emanate in the air, centered on Mentor Luke. The strong magic that was channeled across the space from an unknown magic circle was like a huge wave, filling every corner of this hill.

There was a small exclamation from someone on the podium.

The magic is taking shape, and the power is condensing. All eyes were on Luke Brewster, not wanting to miss a single move. He raised his staff aloft and chanted more and more blocks, denser and denser. The air of the entire hill vibrated slightly with his incantation, as if someone was striking everyone's hearts with an invisible hammer.

"It's coming."

Brooklyn said softly, clenching the armrest of her seat.

It was as if someone had covered the sky with a huge curtain, and when Luke Brewster raised his staff high and pointed it to the sky, the sky that had just been clear suddenly darkened, and a red vertical line fell from the sky and fell into the wasteland on the west side of the hillside. Gradually, as the sky turned from black to white, huge, golden stripes began to emerge over the wasteland in the distance, with the vertical line as the core, as if someone had drawn a huge magic array against the background of the sky.

"It's spectacular."

Daniel Rand sat in his place and muttered to himself.

"It's about to begin."

Brooklyn couldn't take her eyes off it, and the magic bracelet on her wrist vibrated like crazy.

"It's about to begin."

Daisy Richardson, leaning against the window, put down the Daisy rifle in her hand, turned her head sideways, lifted her headscarf, and looked at the sky in the distance.

"It's about to begin."

With her eyes closed, Luna felt the suffocating magic around her body, and knew that the moment was coming.

Luke Brewster, who was standing on the high platform, began to slowly wave the staff that was raised high downward, looking at his movements, it seemed that the staff suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to move a single bit.

The circle in the distant sky had taken shape and began to rotate from slow to fast. Around the circle, a crimson light pierced the sky, enveloping the wasteland.

Luke Brewster's chanting slowed.

Little by little, countless red bright spots began to emerge within the scope of the circle.

Paul Gibson, Emperor of Anken Rein, picked up the teacup and put it to his lips, but forgot to drink it.

The red bright spots were becoming more and more distinct, as if something was rapidly approaching this way from the far away sky. The wasteland shrouded in the circle twisted slightly in the air, the air that was constantly heating and refracted the light.

Luna's body trembled slightly, a huge amount of magic was washing over her body, and she could feel that the door that had been closed all this time finally had a crack under the washing of the magic.

"Here !! come"

Almost at the same time, countless people grew their mouths and let out the same exclamations. In an instant, those bright spots appeared in the sky of the distant wasteland as if they had broken through some transparent diaphragm, and it was a huge meteorite that smashed into the wasteland in the distance like cannonballs from the circle. The sheer speed of their flight left a crimson trail in the air.

At that moment, it was as if someone had used countless thick red ribbons to connect the golden circle in the sky with the ground, majestic and magnificent.

Almost at the same time, the meteorites that had burst out of the circle crashed straight into the ground. Before the loud sound was heard, people saw the plants and mud that had been lifted high by the impact, and the living and non-living beings flying in the air were clothed in a blurry color in the red pillars of light and the golden circle.

Shaoqing, there was a huge sound coming, rumbling and shocking, and the people on the viewing platform grew their mouths, covered their ears, and looked at the hell that fell from the sky in the distance.

Luke Brewster's spell softened, the mana in the air began to ebb, and Luna opened her eyes.

His Majesty the Emperor, Paul Gibson, gently put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the smoke gradually rising in the distance, and sighed imperceptibly.

"That's our power, that's why we're who we are, that's what the Magister, Luna, do you see?"

Brooklyn turned her head sideways and looked at her students. Luna's forehead is covered in beads of sweat, her face is pale, her lips are dry, and her eyes are a little confused. She turned her head sideways and looked at Brooklyn.

"Teacher, I have a feeling."

"How is that possible? Over here? So fast?! ”

Brooklyn was stunned, the ritual and circle that activated the magic sense were all in the Mage Tower, and if Luna started trying to activate it here, even with the blessing of magic, it was likely to fail.

"We have to go back!"

Brooklyn stood up, her movements drawing attention. Countless people began to look at her, watching Luke Brewster applaud. Just now, just now, this man standing on the top of the world showed his strength nakedly.

Forbidden spells.

Skyfire Meteor.