Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

When Stanford received a report that a senior scholar claiming to be from the Scholar Tower of Gabela Imperial Capital wanted to meet him, his mind was full of wonder.

Not to mention that there was half a continent between Gabela Imperial Capital and the Northern Three Lands, why would a respected scholar come to such a wild place?

Out of curiosity, he decided to meet the visitor. If this person was making fun of him, he would definitely make the other party regret it to death. The development of the Northern Three Lands was in short supply of labor!

In the reception room, Stanford met two guests.

One was about fifty years old, with a slightly hunched back. Perhaps because of the long journey, his figure looked even thinner. His loose robe swayed slightly, making his bony wrists and ankles more prominent. The deep wrinkles on his face revealed an unyielding wisdom, and his gray beard hung messily on his chest. It was obvious that the fatigue of the journey had not completely dissipated.

This person called himself Alvis.

The other man had an angular face, high cheekbones, and deep eye sockets, but his eyes still flashed with a sharp light, like a sharp knife, always alert to the movements around him.

This man claimed to be Marek, the guard of Alvis.

"Alvis? Are you the Bachelor of Alvis?" When the man who claimed to be the Bachelor reported his name, Stanford stood up from his seat in surprise.

And Alvis also responded with the same surprised expression. Although he was famous in Gabela, he was now separated from Gabela by a large grassland.

Alvis didn't know that the senior executives in the Arda system were the most information-rich group of people in the world.

The Council of State Affairs regularly collects intelligence from all over the world and distributes it to various departments in the form of internal newspapers for officials at all levels to read. The sources of intelligence are varied, including intelligence personnel, business personnel, envoys stationed abroad, etc., especially things on another continent, things in those strange countries with different appearances. Thanks to the increasing number of transoceanic fleets going and returning, their social forms and customs and habits have begun to be known to Alda and are becoming more and more deeply understood, and these things are not even known to scholars like Alvis.

Not to mention Gabela, who is located on the same continent and has rich exchanges with Aldo. The name of this upper-class figure in the empire is not unfamiliar to senior officials like Stanford, and Alvis is naturally one of them.

"You know me?" The old bachelor was very puzzled.

"Of course, Mr. Alvis, you are the senior bachelor in the Bachelor Tower second only to Master Aldridge." Stanford gave him a Gabela courtesy.

Alvis smiled bitterly, "A senior bachelor second only to Aldridge? That's a thing of the past. I'm just a fugitive in the empire now."

Stanford was shocked, "What happened, Master Alvis?"

The Gabela Empire did not publicize Alvis's departure, and Alda would not take the initiative to spy on non-critical matters, relying more on collecting public information in society, so even though a long time had passed, Stanford did not know about the changes in the empire's top leadership.

Alvis frowned slightly and said seriously, "I would like to ask, Mr. Stanford, are you or Marquis Graman behind you willing to provide safe shelter for me and my attendants? I don't want to deceive you. The assassins assigned by Emperor Antonio Griffin himself may still be chasing me. If I provide shelter for me, I will risk making enemies with the emperor."

On the way to the Black Worm's Nest, Alvis had already learned about the general situation of the three northern lands and the northwest bay from the people of Aldo, and knew that Paul Graman was the ruler here.

His words did not surprise Stanford too much. It was common in the past and now for a country's former high-ranking figures to flee to a foreign country to seek political asylum.

Stanford asked calmly: "Can you tell me about your experience first?"

Alves nodded, "Oh! Of course, this is what you should know before making a decision. Please forgive my presumption just now. The whole journey of fleeing made me feel like a bird that was almost shot by a bow and arrow. I was always in fear and my mind was not sound."

"First of all, I must point out that Antonio Griffin, the Emperor of Gabela, once carried out a terrible conspiracy against your country, Aldo, and he succeeded. This conspiracy plunged Aldo into war, the country fell, and the people above became slaves of foreign races."

Stanford could easily infer that he was talking about the invasion of orcs.

"And I, because I strongly opposed this conspiracy, finally broke with the emperor, was not tolerated by Gabela, was forced to leave the Bachelor's Tower, and embarked on the road of escape."

"My purpose is to go to Aldo to remind you that the emperor's conspiracy is still going on. I wanted to take the Nairodan Corridor directly and take a look at the land that has fallen under the iron hoof of the orcs, but unfortunately I was hunted by killers and was forced to abandon the established route and take a detour from the prairie."

"Misfortune has come again. I was sold as a slave to the orc tribe by an untrustworthy black-hearted businessman. Fortunately, the rulers there saw that I had some knowledge and did not treat me as a coolie..."

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Alves described his experience in detail over the past year.

Stanford listened quietly, then thought for a while and replied: "I can only say that our Public Security Department will provide personal safety protection for all people who abide by the laws of Alda on the land under its jurisdiction, whether they are from our country or a foreign country, but this protection is more through deterrence. If murder, kidnapping and other vicious incidents occur, the Public Security Department will investigate them as criminal cases and bring the criminals to justice, try and punish them within its capabilities. If it is further asylum, especially involving foreign high-level officials like you, I have no right to decide, but I can write to Lake Heart Town, or arrange for you to go to Lake Heart Town directly to ask Marquis Graman's opinion."

If it was the leader or headman of an indigenous tribe in the three northern lands who was seeking asylum, it was within Stanford's authority and he would handle it himself. But it was different when it came to Gabela, a powerful country dominating the central part of the continent. In Stanford's view, Alvis was a hot potato even for his lord. Maybe the lord would send this hot potato to Jingyao like himself, giving King Rodney Eighteen a headache.

"Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Stanford." Alvis thanked him, "I want to meet Marquis Graman in person. There are some things that need to be made clear to him in person."