Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 642: Searching for People and Conspiring

The Tower of Ten Thousand Arts, the Double-Headed Eagle Study Club, occupies a small study room. The approximately 20-square-meter space is filled with several life-size bronze sculptures, mostly of heroes with swords or knights on horseback. The decoration is in the style of the imperial court, and there are also many authentic artifacts and family trees of former imperial nobles.

In other words, this study group is composed of so-called "retro" enthusiasts, and the core members among them would even call themselves "Feng" as their middle name, without considering whether their surname really originated from aristocratic fiefdom.

The real Imperials disdain this, but they have to rely on these "fans", get them to gather together to cover up the real actions of the Imperials' anti-alliance activities, and find out the news about the Tower of All Arts for them.

This is a very important matter, because at this moment the Tower of All Arts is undoubtedly the core of the Magic Guild and the most powerful supporter of the Alliance. All its movements can be regarded as the main source of changes in the world situation.

"How is it?" A formal mage was not common in the study group. He was a member of the Imperial faction and was currently working as a school worker. Although he was wearing a blue mage robe, a closer look at the collar revealed a little detail: it was embroidered with the pattern of the Imperial Army Mage's standard robe.

These details are the identifiers of the companions. Most other people are not aware of these details and just think of them as ordinary decorations, but members who are well versed in the history can accurately identify them.

"We got it." The apprentice member of the study group took out a small square box from the storage bag, input his magic power into the box, and then spit out a few pieces of paper with the images of Jonas and Alec. The latest model of micro-camera is very expensive, but fortunately there are a few really fat sheep in the imperial faction, and the money they brought from the ground to the sky cannot be spent for several generations.

"Great, it's him, yes that's right." The man's eyes sparkled as he looked at the photos one by one.

"So he is really the descendant of Count Dalberg? I remember his name is Jonas."

The Count used a fake identity when he appeared, claiming to be Master Heisenberg. It was said that this wizard had been active in Valois decades ago. Even so, the sudden appearance of a great wizard still attracted attention, and was eventually noticed by the old guard of the Imperial Faction, who commissioned the members of the Double-Headed Eagle Society to confirm it at the opening ceremony.

The mage did not respond to the apprentice's curious question. He continued to scan the photos and finally muttered to himself, "Same, too much like them."

After class, the two hurried along the corridor because they had to rush to the next class. It was said that it was difficult not to get lost in the corridors of the Tower of Magic.

Alec noticed that the view outside the window changed drastically with every intersection he passed. He even had a crazy guess that the tower was scattered in various corners of the world.

In addition to the two of them, there were other classmates. At the beginning, there were many people, but later they began to separate. After all, they joined the magic tower later, and many apprentices started learning arts from a very young age. Except for elective courses such as the history of magic, other courses may not be taken together.

In other words, Alec and Jonas had to be prepared to learn the basics of spellcasting with little kids aged 11 or 12.

So when they walked to the front of the classroom, their height was already prominent, and Alec noticed something unusual. He slowed down his pace, quietly pulled Jonas to his side and whispered, "Someone has been following us."

"You mean the man with the mask on?"

"Did you notice it too?"

As they were on their way, a blue-robed spellcaster walked towards them. This was nothing, but Alec was somewhat impressed by the man's high collar, which even covered his face. This was a popular style in the past, but it is not common now.

But the man had walked towards them more than once, and now appeared again at the corner.

"Hey!"

The two men pretended not to notice each other, and Alec stumbled and deliberately bumped into the man, grabbing the wizard's robe when he lost his balance.

"I'm sorry, sir." He and Jonas looked at each other and were both shocked, because there was a long scar on the left side of the other's face.

The other party was stunned at first, then his expression changed. He said with a stern face, "Be careful."

"We are freshmen who enrolled this year and are not familiar with the route, so we bumped into each other at the corner. Sorry, sir."

From beginning to end, Alec stood in front of Jonas, preventing the man from seeing Jonas' face clearly, and ran away on the pretext of going to class. Jonas walked quickly while explaining: "Did you see the scar on his face?"

"what happened?"

"That's called the 'Schmidt Scar'. It's a facial wound left by swordfights between imperial nobles. Most people who keep it nowadays are probably proud of it."

Alec immediately thought of what Count Dalberg had said on the spaceship: "So they are most likely members of the Empire?"

"Most likely."

"Then our actions were a bit reckless." Alec calmed down and reviewed the temporary battle plan just now, and found that it was too deliberate: "We may not be natural enough, and that person is a formal mage, and may be our teacher."

"We'll take it one step at a time. If nothing works, we'll report the situation to our father." Jonas was more relaxed: "Since he's sneaking around, doesn't that mean we've been targeted? Fortunately, we're in the Tower of All Arts, the alliance's most solid backing, so they don't dare to act rashly."

"It's you, not us, my master." Alec shook his head.

"Hey, that's really annoying of you to say!" Jonas laughed and hit Alec. After both of them figured out each other's identities, they relaxed a little.

The man who was discovered was neither discouraged nor impatient. He walked to a corridor. Outside the window was a scene of gullies and hills, as lush and green as the main material plane, but the starry sky was extremely empty, and a huge gray-white disk replaced the stars and the moon, indicating that it was not the main plane world.

After making sure that there was no one else nearby, he gently opened the window and jumped out into the forest.

Somewhere in the forest, a hunter's lodge-like building was crowded with several people, and an ancient imperial communication device was running, delivering important messages.

"sure?"

"It can be confirmed. There's no doubt about it. But I might have alerted the target."

"It doesn't matter. There are other executors. Now please work together. How can we grasp the target?"

"Our goal is to study in the Tower of Magic. We can only create accidents in a clever way and do our best to avoid being discovered."

"I know that some of the structures' portals have not been maintained for a long time. We can tamper with their destinations and then let the target open the portal."

"Okay, then who can tamper with the destination of the transmission?"

As soon as this question was asked, there was no sound of conspiracy. Teleportation was a profound skill, let alone tampering. I'm afraid no one involved in the conspiracy could understand Master Caroline's arrangement.

"I can find outside help."

"Is it reliable?"

"There is absolutely no problem with the ability. The foreign aid comes from the stars."

"Great, let's arrange the action right away."

(End of this chapter)