Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Mr. McLennan? It's so late, why are you back in the office? Is there something urgent to deal with?" The young waiter at the front desk on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic Affairs came forward and greeted Fran who had suddenly returned.

The front desk waiter, who was still a magic apprentice, felt very confused. In the past, the deputy director of the Ministry of Affairs was the last one to come and the first one to leave every day in the department. How come he took the initiative to come back to work overtime after get off work today for the first time?

Is the sun rising from the west?

Fran hummed perfunctorily and hurried upstairs to his own independent office.

Summoning the hand of the wizard, he moved down a pile of thick paper documents from the high filing cabinet and piled them all on the desk in the office.

Fran snapped his fingers lightly, and dozens of archives piled on the desk suddenly spread out automatically without wind, as if they were being quickly flipped by invisible hands.

This is a modified spell created by Fran, an advanced auxiliary spell of the Mage's Hand - "Maccolin's Phantom Hand"

According to the name provided by Mr. "Kel'Thuzad", he quickly began to search the archives in the piles of documents, and soon found the target in a file marked with the emblem of the Federation's combat department.

"Harvey Floyd, a research caster, a junior necromancer, graduated from..." Fran took a quick glance and immediately found the problem.

"How could a research caster, or a junior necromancer, be included in the combat department's support list?" Fran frowned and muttered to himself.

In the past, when the war in the Evil Moon Mountains was tense, there were indeed temporary summons of casters to reinforce the battlefield, but it was limited to summoning registered combat mages or natural casters who were good at healing spells.

He seemed to have never encountered a situation where a research-type necromancer was recruited into the army, and judging from the order and submission time of the list, it seemed that Mr. Floyd was the unlucky guy who was suddenly added at the last moment when the document was signed and confirmed.

"It seems that this mage has offended a middle- and high-level member of the Federation?" Fran, who has rich work experience in official departments, keenly saw the possible problems.

From his resume, he was born in a civilian family, not a family of a spellcaster or aristocrat. He studied in an unknown necromancer college in a small principality in the central part of the continent, and did not learn from any famous teacher in the Federation.

His honest background and mediocre academic resume meant that... he could only have come into contact with members of a local Federation branch after graduation, and perhaps suffered discrimination and unfair treatment, which led to his unprovoked disaster.

Fran was very satisfied with his inference, which showed that he could intervene in this incident at will without worrying about offending a senior member of the Federation.

And the reason was very legitimate. He only needed to point out the illegal recruitment in this document and attach the previous practice to compare, and the problem could be easily solved.

Fran then took out a piece of white paper, wrote a few short lines of work approval fluently with a feather pen, then signed his name, clipped it on the recruitment document, and threw it on his secretary's desk.

The secretary should find this approval document as soon as he comes to work tomorrow morning, and the illegal issue should be dealt with within a day.

"Just a signature can help Mr. Kel'Thuzad deal with a small problem, 20 points are easily in hand, hahaha!"

As for why this forum member who is a high-level alchemist has a family descendant of a junior necromancer, Fran did not want to delve into the answer.

Maybe it was the illegitimate child problem caused by some romantic debt...

...

Harvey looked at the reply message sent by Mr. "Magic Shield" on the forum and smiled with satisfaction.

Sure enough, it was a senior manager within the Federation who solved his most worrying problem so quickly, and also intimately revealed to him that there might be some illegal operations in this temporary call-up.

Mr. "Magic Shield" was hinting that he might have offended someone within the Federation.

Even if Harvey thought with his knees, he could understand the reason. It must be those people from the faction that discriminated against necromancers to which Burco belonged.

"It's easy to get things done when you have someone in the upper echelons..." Harvey stretched his back and sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

After successfully escaping this pitfall battlefield call-up, the remaining problem was how to argue with Earl Fagan, the Lord of Grizzly Castle, who changed his orders every day, about the issue of taxation in the pioneer territory.

When facing ordinary nobles, Harvey would not be so cautious. Although the other party was a distinguished earl, it was obviously against the laws and regulations of the kingdom, so he could just ignore it and refuse to pay taxes.

But it was obvious that the nobles always resorted to force when dealing with such exploitation of others. Next, Harvey only needed to guard against the other party and possibly send soldiers to attack the territory.

He immediately sent a message to summon Reiner and asked him to send half of the wolf spider beasts responsible for daily patrols and alerts in the territory to the forests of Jackdaw Ridge, so as to predict in advance whether the other party had the intention to attack.

"Send a message to Pierce again and ask him to send a smart grassroots officer, disguised as a servant who buys supplies for me, to the teleportation warehouse I opened in Jackdaw Town and keep an eye on the movements there at any time..."

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!

Harvey looked at Reiner making work records seriously and suddenly asked curiously: "Reiner, why didn't you assemble the robotic arm I designed for you?"

He suddenly recalled that it seemed that whenever Reiner needed to work or work in the municipal department, he did not assemble the mechanical prosthetics he designed himself.

When Reiner heard Harvey's question, he put away the paper and pen in a slight manner, and said, "Uh... uh, sir, I like the set of mechanical prosthetics you designed, but... but Egno and others said ...It's said that after I installed it, I looked like a monster..."

"But I...when I work in the laboratory and the magic military factory, I will assemble them, which is really useful..." Reiner seemed afraid of hurting Harvey's heart and tried desperately to explain the remedy.

Harvey burst into laughter as if he suddenly realized what he was doing. He walked to Reiner and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, when I designed this set of equipment, I didn't consider the appearance and image." He paused and held back his smile, "Don't mind too much about other people's eyes. You should know that in ancient times, the first batch of people were the first batch of people in the past. Ancient wizards who learned to manipulate magic and cast magic were also called the devil's servants and evil monsters by people at that time…”

He couldn't help but see Reiner's six metal tentacles equipped with fangs and claws, walking in the territory scared the public and shivering them and avoided them. He still felt a little funny.

Although the image of Dr. Octopus in my impression is indeed a villain, it is really handsome!

They don't know how to appreciate it, okay...