Magic Industrial Age

Inside the captain's cabin.

The letter tossed from the magic mirror fluttered down onto the table.

Third-tier mage Walter glanced left, then right, finally releasing his grip on the magic mirror handle, ceasing the infusion of magic.

He then bent down, picked up the letter, and began to examine it carefully.

There was no other way; among those present, he, the third-tier extraordinary mage, was actually the weakest.

Such trivial matters were his to handle, whether he wanted to or not!

Confirming there were no issues, at least no magical attachments, Walter retrieved a small knife, opened the seal, and slowly extracted the letter.

Of course, he didn't read it first himself; instead, he handed it to Loye, who scanned it in a few glances before passing it to Oliveira beside her.

Whether Oliveira looked or not didn't really matter; he offered no opinions, but still glanced at it before giving it to the Iron Knight Phil…

And so it went around in a circle, finally returning to Walter's hands.

The extraordinary mage felt a sense of being favored when he received it, though the contents were somewhat disappointing.

It wasn't that it lacked novelty, but rather that it was clichéd, filled with aristocratic hypocrisy.

At that moment, the Iron Knight Phil Zech spoke: "This letter arrives just in time, indicating Davis doesn't yet know the truth.

This is our opportunity!"

Flame Swordmaster Otto followed up: "It's just uncertain how long this window will last.

I believe that Marquis Carlisle isn't the only one who can contact Davis through the magic mirror.

So, if anyone contacts Davis and lets slip a word or two, everything we've done will be for naught."

Phil added: "Therefore, we must be quick, locating their position as quickly as possible,

Then, strike directly, hitting him hard!"

Loye finally spoke: "And we must be sufficiently concealed!

Davis also has magic mirrors and magic eyes; his reconnaissance abilities are not weak. If he discovers us first, he might just flee."

As she said this, everyone's gaze turned to Madam Palacios.

Her eyes flickered, and she had an idea: "I can use a kind of mirror magic to obscure the existence of magic eyes.

From the surface, it will look like a reflection of the sky, which should have some deceptive effect!"

"Furthermore, regarding everyone's aura, I need to arrange something on the merchant ship; however, the materials used are corrosive.

If they permeate for too long, it could easily damage the ship's keel!"

Loye waved her hand: "As long as we eliminate these pirates, what does a ship matter?!"

"Then how do we locate them?"

Everyone's gaze turned to Madam Palacios once more, but this time, she turned her head, directing her gaze to her disciple, Walter.

"Specialties exist for a reason; even though I'm a fourth-tier mage, I don't know everything.

So, you'll have to ask Walter about this!"

Thus, everyone's gaze shifted to Walter, who knew this was his teacher giving him a chance to shine, and he immediately puffed out his chest.

"The transmission of letters through magic mirrors actually involves locating the recipient first, then creating a spatial rift connecting the two sides, using the rift for communication.

In other words, I can use magic to locate the other party's magic mirror during this process.

However, this kind of location is broad; it can only point out a direction,

And if he moves far away after being located, we won't be able to find him."

Loye immediately said: "Having a direction is better than running around like headless chickens.

Mage Walter, we're counting on your performance."

Walter smiled awkwardly, saying, "Using this method requires a prop."

"What?"

"A reply letter! When I activate it, there will be a reaction on the other side; we need a letter to fool them.

Otherwise, he will definitely become suspicious."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, and the Iron Knight Phil said, "This is a bit troublesome!

Not only can't the content be wrong, but we also have to imitate Marquis Carlisle's handwriting."

"I can solve the handwriting problem; I can imitate other people's handwriting to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing."

This was Walter volunteering; Otto almost reflexively said, "I didn't expect Mage Walter to have this skill?"

At this moment, Madam Palacios said faintly, "That's because he likes to simulate my handwriting when drawing magic scrolls.

That way, he can pass off inferior goods as superior ones and double the price!"

"Cough, cough, cough, Teacher, the Earl is present; please save me some face, save me some face?!"

Walter's face was flushed, and he quickly added, "Actually, the content is the most crucial!

Who knows if they have any agreed-upon codes, and it has to match their conversational habits.

The number of words, tone, salutation, signature, even the paper, ink, and so on, all need to be considered."

Loye nodded in agreement: "What you said makes a lot of sense; imitating to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing is indeed not easy.

So, for the content, just write eight words!"

"What?"

"The battle is fierce; get out of the way!"

Walter: "…"

…

Several days later.

Amidst the mist,

On the magic ship, inside the captain's cabin, Davis looked at the two letters in his hand, his mind filled with perplexing confusion.

One of them was from Marquis Carlisle, just eight words, written in a somewhat flamboyant manner, obviously in great haste.

This letter had arrived first; through the paper, Davis seemed to see Marquis Carlisle's urgency and disdain.

Urgency, naturally due to the urgent battlefield situation!

And disdain, indicating Marquis Carlisle's scorn and contempt for pirates.

Despite their continuous business and mutual profit, the nobles were inherently contemptuous of pirates.

With just these eight words, Davis had no doubt whatsoever; he never suspected that it wasn't written by Marquis Carlisle.

But the second letter, which arrived later, completely baffled him!

Although a pirate, Davis undeniably valued information.

Therefore, he had a business of collecting information for the great nobles he cooperated with, which was to periodically summarize some commonly known information and transmit it through the magic mirror.

The most ⊥ New ⊥ Small ⊥ Say ⊥ In ⊥ Six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ Book ⊥⊥ Bar ⊥⊥ First ⊥ Hair!

Therefore, Davis's information was always very well-informed.

But this time, among a pile of information, he saw one item.

[Marquis Carlisle was defeated and killed; the Norman noble war has ended; the new Lion King has shown his fangs and claws, still incredibly sharp!]

Just this sentence left Davis dumbfounded.

Actually, for him, this was a good thing; Marquis Carlisle was dead, so naturally, no one could hold him accountable for the failed mission.

Even those big figures behind him couldn't use this to make trouble for him.

Moreover, from the timeline, it was actually justifiable.

When the letter went out, the battle was still fierce, but the subsequent result was defeat and death, which was logical and without fault!

But Davis, holding those two letters, always felt that something was wrong?

It was as if, as if, he had missed something, leading to a very dangerous situation!

But the problem was, even if Marquis Carlisle was defeated and killed, that was a matter for Frostmoon Canyon; what did it have to do with him on the Silver Sea?

Even if that bastard Earl wanted to make trouble for him, they were now separated by the sea; what use was that?!

At worst, he would just avoid Raymond family ships in the future.

This was Davis's thinking, which was very much in line with pirate logic, but he always felt a sense of unease.

It was as if he had still missed something!

It was at this moment that a knock came at the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Who is it?"

"Captain, it's the first mate; a Lion family merchant ship has been spotted outside. The surrounding pirates are using signal flags to ask if they should be let go or robbed?"

"Let go? Are you kidding me? Throwing away meat that's already at your mouth; is that what a pirate should do?"

Davis, who was feeling irritable, seemed to have found a way to vent his frustration. He picked up his pirate cutlass, limped to his feet, and walked out of the captain's cabin.

He would personally command this robbery!

He would use blood to wash away the irritability in his heart!

…

On the boundless sea.

A merchant ship flying the Lion banner saw a strangely spreading fog, which immediately caused the lookout on the watchtower to issue a warning.

On the sea, anything abnormal must be avoided, especially this fog where nothing can be seen clearly?

Therefore, the merchant ship immediately changed course, trying to steer away from it.

But at this moment, a pirate ship burst out from behind the fog, blocking the way.

The merchant ship shook for a while and changed course in another direction, but new pirate ships still emerged from the fog, blocking the way again.

These pirate ships were actually fast, far exceeding the fully loaded merchant ship.

But at this moment, more than a dozen pirate ships were like playing a game, each drawing an arc to block the way.

Until the merchant ship was forced to stop in the middle, completely surrounded by more than a dozen pirate ships.

This was a thorough encirclement, leaving almost no way out.

At this moment, the pirates let out cheers that shook the heavens, as if victory was in their grasp, ready to take whatever they wanted.

In fact, if this was an ordinary merchant ship, they really could take whatever they wanted.

But it wasn't!

Inside the captain's cabin, Loye's gaze shifted from the magic mirror, then through the surrounding windows, looking outside.

The pirates' eager and twisted, excited faces were clearly visible.

But Loye had no discouragement; instead, she said with excitement, "Good, good, good, we've finally found this loach!

The幽 Mist Pirate Gang, one of the three great pirate gangs of the Silver Sea, should be removed from the list today."

At this moment, Mage Walter inappropriately blurted out, "Earl, how are we going to fight this battle?"

"How are we going to fight?"

Loye looked at this extraordinary mage as if looking at an idiot, saying, "In this battle, the advantage is on our side; of course, we're going to sweep through them!"