Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 294 Three groups of visitors
Human supremacy is a characteristic of the old empire and the Church of Order, and must be tasted.

Freddy wanted to ask more questions, but the Black Monk kept silent and kept saying things like "I don't tell you for your own good" and "Knowing too much will not end well".

In this case, Rorschach no longer pursues the past. He wanted to know more about Caroline and the underground cult.

"Do you know the Marquis and his court wizard?"

"Of course I have heard about it. In fact, I have always felt strange about this matter." He frowned: "You know, the Marquis is in the Shadow Land, and in his territory, that is, the entire Shadow City, his strength is not inferior to that of the Archmage."

Rorschach was not particularly surprised by this. It was impossible to secure a position as a lord in this strange world without some strength. The botched Earl of Elgin was an exception.

Of course, the semi-submersible area is just a novice village surrounded by several subway stations.

The monk continued to inform Luo Xia of the information: "Therefore, being able to become his court mage is at least commensurate with his strength, but I did not sense any 'big shot' coming from the shadow land. The mage is a lady, but the detailed information I don’t know.”

Rorschach wanted to know more about the Marquis, and the monk answered all questions: "He came to the Shadowlands a hundred years ago to establish his rule. For the ruler, the Shadow City is an ideal paradise, and his decrees are recognized by the Shadowlands. can later be embodied as rules that cannot be violated.

"But there are exceptions to everything." When he said this, the Black Monk stared at Rorschach: "The invasion of the Earth Order has changed the stable status quo. The Marquis is a strong man, and he will never allow believers to appear under his rule. , at least in the core area, no one can believe in 'the earth'.

The black monk provided the group with water and dry but clean bread. Although it was not delicious, it was at least not as "complex" as the questionable food in the market.

By tough, does it mean that people who break the law are dressed in strings and used as road signs? Although Rorschach felt that the Marquis was probably good at intimidating his people, with the current development of the underground cult, it was better than destroying Mr. Count.

Got it, if I get into trouble I'll come to you for shelter. Rorschach made a mental note.

"Just go out from the main hall."

"His criminal theory is very straightforward, shallow and efficient, and he believes that deterrence is the main means of maintaining law and order. I believe you have admired the masterpiece of this 'terrible man' at the intersection."

"It is a puddle in a symbolic sense. The 'rainwater' that should have dried up in reality gathers and mixes in this area."

The emphasis on rules here seems to be the style of the Lord of Order, but it is impossible to see anything great and upright here, and it is also full of weirdness.

It is indeed a "muddy water", and the underground cult is trying to fish in troubled waters.

After the "entertainment" was over, the Black Monk saw off the four less polite guests.

The shadow is the intersection of residue and intersection. It is not only the intersection of reality and illusion, but also the mixture of residues of many forces.

"Don't you have to climb to the tower?" It was dark outside the windows of the main hall. Rorschach had [dark vision] and could only see the intertwined stalactites and stalagmites. He couldn't tell whether the church was upside down or not.

The church and the black monks are the remnants of Yith's power. In addition, the boundaries between life and death seem to be somewhat blurred here, and there are also magical microorganisms that can use magic that are absolutely invisible to the outside world.

In addition to the Marquis himself, the Black Monk also introduced what he knew about the Shadowlands.

"If you are caught by the Marquis, don't tell me my name. Even if the Marquis is a respectable nobleman, I am a bit thin-faced towards him."

They left through the main entrance. Unexpectedly, the "Upside Down Church" had completely turned around, and they stepped out into the former Harold Avenue.

"It is recommended that you don't go back the same way. If you want to find the Marquis, just go out and turn right. If you encounter a shepherd, be careful and don't do it just because you didn't agree with him like before. Even underground, it is not an illegal place. One needs to be careful.”

After the black monk finished talking, he watched Rorschach and his group leave. When they disappeared into the mist, Rorschach and others could not see the church behind them. The sound of stones colliding sounded, and the stalactites, stalagmites and the building all came alive. There was a reorganization, and when things got quiet the "Upside Down Church" once again lived up to its name. "It needs to be rearranged again." The monk sighed. The black color on his body had grown back a lot, and there were more tentacles under his robe. Several of them stretched out and started to collect the scattered wooden boards.

He slowly walked to other rooms. Behind the podium in the main hall, there was a map scattered in a small room, as well as a small doll, extinguished candles, etc.

Anyone with a little knowledge of mysticism can realize that this is a disrupted ritual scene.

That map was much more detailed than what the count gave Rorschach. Even the intricate pipe network between the semi-submerged area and the core area was clearly marked. Miraculously, when the observer saw the core area first, , the surface of other areas, when looking at a certain place, will reveal a deeper structure.

And on this surface, where the intersection of "Harold Avenue" is marked, there is a small wax dot, which corresponds to the sewer wellhead drilled by Rorschach and his team.

The old man put all this away and returned to his painting. With awe and humility, he said to the "golden man" in the painting: "Everything is as you will."

The "golden man" flashed.

The old man showed an expression of joy, but soon the sound of the bell sounded.

Another guest came. This time the monk did not wait in the main hall, but went directly to the bell tower where the bell was ringing.

"Where is the ladder?" There is an extra pair of grappling hooks in the bell tower. The visitor is wearing a big-brimmed hat and a bird feather that is so bald that almost only its quills are left. He is the envoy and herald of the Marquis. It is necessary. Sometimes he can also play a guest role as the executioner.

"Something happened."

"Okay, no matter so much, I'm here to read out the new wanted order."

"What other talented people can escape the law of Lord Marquis? I can't wait to hear about it."

"Watch your attitude and dangerous words, monk!" He took out a stack of wanted posters, some with portraits and some without.

"Strange." The herald found himself encountering a rare strange thing in his career - two blank printing papers were included in the wanted order: "This is impossible, I confirmed it before setting off!"

"Oh?" The black monk calmly retracted his tentacles.

"Okay, I was negligent." The other party tried to count them again, but the black monk politely sent him off: "Sir, I don't have any suspicious people here. As you can see, I am the only one now."

The herald made a joke that he thought was funny: "You are the most suspicious person." There were indeed many misunderstandings and conflicts between the Marquis and the monks in the past, but now the two parties have relaxed a lot and are no longer in sharp opposition.

"I'm glad that the Marquis and you still have keen intuition."

After the guest left, someone else came to the door.

"It's really lively." The black monk was startled. The man who came was tall and thin and had missing ears. He is an elf and most likely a former slave.

"I am the court mage representing the Marquis. Have you seen a young man? He is a mage and his hair color is..." The messenger of the court mage was full of nervousness and stammering.

The monk simply interrupted the question: "Tell your master that a young boy is coming to your door."

"I have no master!" The elf's face turned slightly red, and he pulled up his hood to say goodbye in frustration.

(End of this chapter)