Magic Industrial Age

Philant Magic Academy has three gates, located on the north, south, and east sides respectively.

The south gate is close to the accommodation area arranged for teachers, and generally only teachers use this entrance.

The north gate is the main entrance, the most magnificent and grand, and it is also close to the most prosperous area of Auckland City, with the highest number of people entering and exiting on a regular basis.

As for the east gate, it appears more remote and narrow. After passing through it, Loya saw a large open area with carriages parked.

Although the great alchemist Stephenson has invented the magic-powered automobile, the promotion of this expensive and energy-consuming magic machine is always met with various problems.

Not to mention the wear and tear, just the drivers alone need to be professional talents with magic power.

This alone is beyond the reach of ordinary nobles.

Therefore, carriages are still the mainstream means of transportation and will not change for a long time.

As soon as Loya walked out of the gate, someone immediately came to greet him.

This was a middle-aged man with streaks of gray in his temples, but his hair was meticulously groomed, and he was wearing a well-tailored gentleman's suit, showing off his upright figure.

Every movement of his could be described as standard and elegant.

Facing Loya, he bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, young master, Hoover sends his regards!"

Loya's face showed apology, and he said, "Butler Hoover, I'm troubling you this time."

"It's nothing, but before we go, I have to tell you a few things."

"Please speak."

"The area the young master wants to visit is the core, and generally outsiders are not allowed to enter.

I borrowed the Earl's name and communicated under the guise of investment before they agreed."

Loya asked in surprise, "Is it okay to say that?"

Butler Hoover smiled and said, "Of course it's okay.

For investment matters, inspecting the equipment is necessary. Young master, you are a student of Philant Magic Academy, so going there is persuasive.

As for whether it will succeed in the end?

There are too many aspects involved, so it is normal if the negotiation fails!"

This is the demeanor of a cunning merchant?!

Loya thought so in his heart, but his expression was extremely sincere as he nodded: "Then tell me in detail?"

"We'll talk in detail on the way."

"Okay!"

Loya got into the carriage, and Butler Hoover drove it himself.

Obviously, he was an experienced driver. While waving the whip to get the carriage moving, he could still turn his head and carefully explain to Loya.

The carriage turned left and right onto the main street, and then went all the way forward, out of the east gate. The flow of people immediately decreased, and the speed of the carriage increased.

After driving for nearly half an hour, near dusk, they finally arrived at the outskirts of a factory.

Even though it was getting late, it was still brightly lit here. The sound of machinery running could be heard from far away. The 'clang clang' noise filled the ears, as if the world was rumbling.

Loya looked out of the car window and saw in the far distance, chimneys standing tall, emitting billowing black smoke, setting off the sky in a gloomy manner.

Looking further ahead, it was a bright scene. Magic crystal lamps were almost hung everywhere in the factory, illuminating the entire factory as brightly as daylight.

The words hanging on the gate were even more clearly visible. Loya squinted his eyes and saw several large characters on it—Champs Elysees Magic Textile Factory!

That's right, what Loya asked Butler Hoover to do was to visit a real magic factory.

In fact, Philant Magic Academy does not lack these, but if you want to get in touch, you have to wait until the second year and choose the Magic Power Machinery major to see it. Loya couldn't wait that long.

Therefore, this trip was arranged!

"Young master, we're here!"

Butler Hoover's voice came. Loya had already opened the car door and walked down. He saw several people standing at the entrance of the Champs Elysees Magic Textile Factory.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked very shrewd. His eyes flickered, and when he saw only one carriage and two people, he showed some disappointment.

But he still squeezed out a smile, took a few steps forward, bowed slightly, and put his right hand on his chest, saying, "Are you Young Master Loya?"

"I am, and you are?"

"Maruna Marquez, the director of the Champs Elysees Magic Textile Factory, welcome to your arrival!"

Loya was not stage-frightened, and even raised his head slightly to strike a pose, and said, "Mr. Maruna, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Butler Hoover has already told you the purpose of my visit, right?"

"He has!"

"Then take me to see the magic pool?"

"Young Master Loya, I want to confirm again, do you really have the intention to invest?"

Obviously, the old man is shrewd. This Maruna seems to have noticed something wrong.

Loya's expression was as usual, not timid at all: "The family is indeed very interested in magic power machinery factories, but for specific matters, you need to talk to Butler Hoover, who can fully represent me.

As for my trip here, it is to inspect and measure the wear and tear and operating conditions of the magic spinning machine."

What can you see, little guy?

A very unfriendly voice sounded from behind, attracting everyone's attention. The speaker was a young man with oil stains on his body and face.

He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a very straight posture and extremely bright eyes, but his arrogance was almost written on his face.

"Kano Lewis, don't speak if you can't speak properly. This is the Earl's young master."

Slightly turning his head, the director Maruna said to Loya, "This is our factory's technical director, responsible for the maintenance and repair of magic spinning machines, with an imperial-certified intermediate title, and also a graduate of Philant Magic Academy.

He has a bad temper, don't be offended!"

"Wait, did you say he is a graduate of Philant Magic Academy?"

"Guaranteed!"

"Which class?"

Kano raised his head: "Graduated from the 06th class of Magic Power Machinery major, and has worked in the Champs Elysees Magic Factory for four years. Do you have any objections?"

Loya suddenly smiled and said, "Loya Roy Fitz, a freshman in the first year of Philant Magic Academy, greetings, senior!"

"You too?"

"Yes, I just enrolled this year. I just think magic machinery is very magical, and the family also has some plans in this area, so I came here."

"Haha, isn't this a misunderstanding?"

The director Maruna hurriedly smoothed things over, and said, "Kano, take Young Master Loya to see the magic pool. This is your junior, speak nicely!"

"Oh, oh!"

This time, Kano restrained his arrogance and said, "Junior, follow me, I'll take you on a tour.

I tell you, with senior here, the magic pool in Champs Elysees is maintained in the best condition."

"Then I'll trouble you, senior."

Loya said this, and also took a step forward.

They first entered the factory together, and after walking for a while, they split into two groups. The director Maruna led Butler Hoover to the conference room.

And Loya followed Kano, turning left and right, and entered the energy core he had been thinking about, the magic pool.

First contact with magic machinery…