The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Fossil Stampede

It was like a tide.

The first sign of collapse came from a blaring call that finally managed to reach them.

"Get out of there! Get out of there now! The fossils are coming!" Master Quinn’s voice thundered through the line like an air raid siren.

See, the master mechanic had gone out of his way to avoid this exact nightmare.

He had specifically taken a separate hovercraft, rushing straight to the Duke’s capital manor just to dodge any probing questions about who exactly had made the Duke’s mecha. He had even congratulated himself for the foresight.

Yet somehow, despite all that effort, he still ended up dealing with this.

Those damned fossils actually mobilized!

And it had taken him ages before he finally managed to connect to anyone for some godforsaken reason.

Although maybe he would not have been quite as angry if he had learned that it was because of the blockers operated by the shadows of the Imperial monarchs. After all, they were just making sure the great Renard and anyone else attempting the same thing would have no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

But thankfully, after noticing the insistent signal from a registered vassal of House Kyros, the remaining operational shadows allowed the call to pass.

Only for them to be just as stunned by the development.

Because who could’ve predicted a sudden change in the master mechanics’ constitutions?!

Had it been just like before, it would have been unthinkable for the masters to abandon their assistants to claw and bite their way into the Imperial Archives while they themselves hobbled straight for the Registration Office.

But just as fruiting trees had been recognized as reality once again, it was apparently time to accept the truth about the tenacity of masters who could not be stopped by creaking bones, popping joints, and questionable backs.

They were coming to see that mecha for better or for worse!

And it was most definitely for worse, alright!

Especially for Master Quinn, who thought they had been kidding until he finally realized those old geezers were really crossing over to the other building!

If the master mechanic had decided to ignore that group chat, everyone else who was fixated on their current issues would’ve only learned about their arrival after the fact.

Then again, the screeching informant could also understand why.

Save for them who had such close encounters with spiritual food, who else would’ve believed that Luca’s occasional care packages to those ancients would have such significant effects?

Suddenly walking on their own? Crafting parts with their own hands?

And now, even causing a cane-led stampede!

Unthinkable!

If only.

So, considering everything, could it be said that this was also partly their fault?

Probably. Fuck.

But there was no time to dwell on that when their people would never escape those antiques unless they moved fast enough.

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