Mage? Spell Engineer!

Rorschach held it to discuss. In response, the feathers in the bead flickered twice and then went out.

Is there no "power"?

Rorschach took the vial from the ring and poured out some blue crystals. He crushed the crystals with beads, and sure enough, the high concentration of ether was completely absorbed, and the golden feathers regained some luster.

"Work when you are full." Rorschach ordered ruthlessly: "The person you want to find is called Andre, a young man slightly younger than me. These are his clothes and things he often uses."

The beads rolled over the clothes and then stopped in front of the charcoal. It seemed to have a psychological shadow on this thing.

Then Rorschach spread out the map of Valuauna, which was the first one he got in the guild. He threw marbles, starting from the research building and rolling all the way to the edge of the city.

Don't leave the city. Rorschach watched nervously as the Pearl of Balaam rolled, finally spinning to a stop in a wealthy area.

What a convenient divination. Satisfied, Rorschach marked the map and took a handful of beads with him just in case.

"Rorschach, your bread." Pascal knocked on the door and came in, giving Rorschach a meal. "Is there any result?" The senior brother was surprised. He couldn't think of what spell Rorschach used. He had never seen such convenient prophecy magic.

"Let's go." Rorschach took a big mouthful of bread and set off on the road to find the person again.

Auteur is the largest high-end residential area in Valoisana. Nobles in robes and famous writers prefer to buy single-family houses here. You can reach a teahouse in just two steps.

Andre's location was parked in a nondescript mansion. Like other single-family homes, it had a limited yard at the front and back, and it was very difficult to park a carriage.

Its advantage is the spacious basement. This place has been magically transformed. Not only has the space been expanded, but there are also better protective measures. After the renovation by the owner of the house, it is now a mini dungeon.

Andrei was bound hand and foot, and his captors threw him into a cell, which was secured with arcane locks.

"Don't try to play any tricks, I can see every move you make!" After receiving this warning, Andre stayed here, lying on the moisture-stained straw mat.

There were several men and women of similar age who had the same fate as him. After the kidnappers locked Andre in, they pulled out a teenager from the next room and pushed him away.

After a while, Andre heard screams and smelled the smell of blood filling the entire dungeon.

At this time, his mouth was covered and his head was covered with a sack and could not be seen. Others were the same, some were very weak and fainted from the stimulation of the screams and bloody smell.

want to go out! He thought of many ways, but because his hands and feet were tied tightly, he was completely unable to move. What made people even more desperate was that he found that the ether in the environment could not be controlled by him, which meant that he could not cast magic.

Damn damn it! Although it was unclear what the purpose of being kidnapped into the dungeon was, the screams and the smell of blood indicated that his end would definitely not be good.

He tried to head the door with his head, but it was a ridiculous move. The magic-blessed iron door didn't budge. Then Andre kept groping for the small single cell, only touching cold rocks, soil and rotten grass.

What do you want to do? Andre struggled in vain for a long time, and the dungeon master had no intention of delivering food. Now he was thirsty and hungry, so he lay down to save his energy.

Are you asleep? He woke up from a nightmare to another nightmare. It was still a dark cell. He hit the iron door and made some noise, and received the same "clang" sound in response.

There were others, which reassured Andre somewhat, although the situation did not improve. The voice also attracted the kidnapper, and his violent voice echoed in the dungeon: "Damn it, I told you to be honest!"

A door was opened. It must be that someone was dragged by him to who knows where and why, but he must be in the dungeon. The horror of the complete unknown put a tremendous strain on his nerves.

Now Andre's whole nerves were tense to the extreme. He couldn't see anyway, so he simply closed his eyes. After losing his vision, in addition to hearing and smell, he seemed to have gained a sharper sense of touch, as if his whole body was being blown by strong winds.

Having studied in the Alchemy Department, he gradually realized that this was the ether around him, and his magic was like a flame under a strong wind, which would be blown away if it condensed even a little.

Andre, think about how you used to cast spells! He warned himself that terrible things could happen at any time

puff!

Andre miraculously lit up a flame and started burning all over his body!

Severe pain hit him, but he gritted his teeth and let the flames burn. After a while, he rolled towards the wet haystack and put it out. During the whole process, Andre had to grind his back molars to pieces and endured without making a sound.

Although his skin was burned, he succeeded in burning the thick hemp rope that tied him. His hands and feet broke free with force. Andre, who had regained the ability to move his limbs, pulled off his hood, and soon he could see his surroundings clearly with his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the basement are two mages, both of whom were present at Granor's small gathering.

One of them was old and the other young. The young one mixed and shook the two tubes of plasma to confirm the mixed state: "There is no coagulation, his blood can be used."

This villa is the property of the Fernan family, and Fernan the elder and Fernan the younger are both mages. Old Fernanca has not yet been promoted to the middle level. He feels that he is old and weak and needs a way to extend his life.

He found a way from ancient books to bleed himself first and then transfuse the young man's blood. As a noble mage, of course, the blood of ordinary people cannot defile his body. Little Fernan is not filial enough and is unwilling to return the blood to his father.

Little Fernand is proud to be a two-generation mage in his family, but fate likes to teach proud people a lesson. None of his descendants, whether legitimate or illegitimate, have shown any magical talent.

He wanted to study how magical gifts emerged.

The needs of the father and son were just met by the students from the Normal University who had awakened the ability to cast spells. They were surprised to find that some of the students lived in anthill-like lower-class neighborhoods.

If a high-status person, or even a child from the countryside, goes missing, the security team and the church may come looking for them. However, no matter how good these abandoned children are, no one will notice, no one.

According to ancient records, after confirming that there would be no coagulation, little Fernan took out more plasma from the dying boy's body. As a blood donor, the boy was firmly tied to the bed with a belt. Although it was not fixed, he had no strength to move.

"Should we save some money?" He was not interested in his father's life extension plan. The last guy who had blood coagulation conflict with Fernando became little Fernando's experimental subject. Now the smell of blood in the basement is... From that useless thing, now packed and ready to be fed to the hounds.

"I want fresh and healthy ones! After this person is finished, give him time to eat, drink, and recover, and then find another one so that the blood packs can take turns." Old Fernan was lying on another bed, supplying blood. next to the person.

"Okay, as you wish. You want me to feed these untouchables myself, please."

He hung up a blood bag made of pig urine for his father and started injecting it, and then went to the dungeon to find the next target. Yesterday's new products were good.

coming! Andre heard footsteps coming from the dungeon again, and he held his breath and hid on the side of the cell door.

Da da da. Andre's mental tension reached the extreme, and the kidnapper really stopped! Stopped in front of his cell door.

The arcane locks and iron locks were lifted one after another, and the rusted iron door opened with a creaking sound.

"Where's the person? Did I remember wrongly?"

Little Fernan stepped into the cell and wanted to use [Light Technique] to illuminate the situation. Andre jumped on his back from the side of the door and strangled the kidnapper by the throat!