Mage? Spell Engineer!

Sabins silently took the bag and turned it around: "Holy Kingdom gold coins?"

Rorschach nodded.

The head of the agency slowly touched his clean-shaven head with his left hand, and opened the drawer with the other hand: "First, I guarantee you that the money in your parents' hands has not been missing. Second, if the trading company is missing, I Supply you now.”

"No need, I'm not short of money now. What I want is for the Pacharuka Trading Company of the Holy Kingdom to give it to me as agreed. What I want is for business to be done in a matter-of-fact manner."

"Business matters, okay, you will receive it when you go to the Holy Kingdom again. I promise."

Rorschach got two guarantees, picked up the money bag and turned to leave.

There is a scab on the head of the head of the agency. The angle is difficult to see clearly unless one is a head taller than him. After the wound healed, he became bald, so he simply shaved it off and refused to wear a wig.

As his left hand continued to touch his head, the imperial agency chief stared at the painting on the wall of his office, which showed a scene of a mage fighting with several soldiers.

The mage was majestic, and different dangerous light groups burst out from his hands. The soldiers were in a panic, and they could barely stand in front of the mage. Some of them could hear howls, and some were face down in the soil, already lifeless. of.

Different people have different perspectives on this painting. In the eyes of other people in the academy, this painting is a bit strange. The strange thing is that the enemies faced by the protagonist are not dragons and monsters with common themes, but soldiers whose identity cannot be seen. Of course, the mage is the protagonist.

Sabins' perspective was different: He saw himself, his comrades. One of them was as lucky as him to survive, and with the help of Sabins, he got a good place to retire. Even the pain of his old winter injuries was taken into consideration, and Sabins trusted him to spend his life in the warmer and more pleasant south. Brother, hand over the system of the Holy Kingdom to him.

There is both selfishness and trust, as well as the helplessness of having no one to use for the early-stage organization.

Paintings were taken down and angrily torn apart.

After finishing the justice report, Rorschach felt happy and went to Caroline's office humming a tune and pressing the memory button. In the academy, he wore a black robe trimmed with purple. When the apprentices saw him, they all thought "the teacher is good" and secretly wondered when the academy had such a young teacher. Rorschach responded without any burden. After all, he also had a temporary teaching position in the Tower of Stars.

"Teacher Caroline? Teacher Caroline?" Knocked on the door, but no one in the office responded.

are you in class? Rorschach was hesitating whether to search all the classrooms when the door next to him opened. A teacher he was not familiar with explained: "Mr. Caroline is not at school recently, are you?"

"Hello, teacher, I am Ms. Caroline's graduating student and I came to the academy to see her today."

"Mage Caroline has gone to Istany. There will be an observation point for comets in the Atlas Sea early next year. She has already gone to Istany first."

"Thank you for letting me know. It's such a shame. Does Ms. Caroline have any contact information in Istani?"

"We only know that she should be in Storm City before January next year, and she will continue to move in the future."

"OK."

The next stop of the academy is the library. Comparing the two sides, the books here are indeed more practical than those in the Tower of Stars. At least there are no old books that are incomprehensible even if the titles are unintelligible and may be only handwritten. Regardless of the content, the books here are The explanations are very straightforward and clear, and it should be the result of specially compiled by the teachers of the college.

Rorschach liked this style very much, but it was a pity that he came to return the book.

"Master Rorschach, all your book rental times have expired." The librarian of the college is an old aunt. She is very dissatisfied with the overdue behavior:

"Do you know how troublesome it is to count, declare, and approve our library replenishment? Why can't we do it on time? You see, we can only withdraw. Please take the deposit of three silver coins."

Rorschach took out the books one by one from the ring:

"Three King's Order Spellcasters", "Encyclopedia of Elementary Spells", "Geometric Analysis of Standard Magic Array", "Anatomy of Human Magic Circuit".

Rorschach took the time to read these books, but to be honest, having the panel was of little help.

For example, the "Encyclopedia of Elementary Spells" is like a guide, with brief descriptions of effects, and formal spellcasting instructions that could fill a book for each spell. Therefore, spells that are not known still need to be demonstrated and taught by the mage or rely on learning scrolls.

Rorschach hesitated for a moment only when he came to "Geometry Analysis of Standard Magic Array". After seeing the topological array on the airship, he started to study the magic array: "Can I renew the loan? I need to pay the deposit."

"What? No, you have graduated, unless you teach in the college."

"Can I buy this book?" He didn't want to go to the bookstore affiliated to the guild again. There was no guarantee that the book would be sold.

The administrator was silent for a moment and replied in a much lower voice than before: "Four golden eagle coins." This price is very reasonable, magic books have always been expensive.

"Can I pay with Holy Kingdom money?"

"Bills? Sorry, I don't accept them."

"Of course they are gold coins, how about five?" There is no way, the weight and purity of the old gold coins of the Holy Kingdom are one step lower than the Golden Eagle coins of the Empire. Now Ichiro's gold content is zero, and only fiber is left.

Before leaving, Rorschach caught a glimpse of his thesis booklet placed at the door of the library, and smiled unconsciously before leaving.

After Rorschach left, the administrator looked around. No one came to check out the books. He decisively pulled out Rorschach's borrowing records and return records, copied them again in a blank form and put them into the file bag. The newly copied documents were compared with the previous ones. A copy of "Geometric Analysis of Standard Magic Array" is missing. She put five Charles XVIs into her pocket.

A farmer's son lost his seat in the imperial capital after graduating, even though Rorschach was already an intermediate spellcaster in the backbone of the empire. Fortunately, there is no shortage of hotels next to the Imperial Academy of Magic. They are all luxurious. The academy recruits students from all over the country, and there are always small nobles and business families from other places who need accommodation when the new students enter.

In addition, there are many children who are not used to living in dormitories, so they become hotel owners for a long time. The richer and more powerful simply buy "school district housing". Over time, sleeping out has become a tradition: Apprentices from wealthy merchants and aristocrats live in school dormitories. It becomes a shameless thing.

As a result, the college's dormitories were much empty, which was why the little apprentice Rorschach had a room to himself at that time.

It was already noon when the room was opened, and Luo Xia came to the Moonlight Lake Restaurant alone.

It is the familiar sound of the elf piano, and the decoration is still blue as the main tone. There were also apprentices wearing college badges who were chatting and laughing. They saw Luo Xia come in and saw his young face paired with a purple robe and a mage badge, showing an expression of envy and longing.

Rorschach stood at the door and looked around in vain. Of course, there were no familiar faces. It's really strange. Strictly speaking, I have never seen those two guys many times.

The waiter came to arrange seats and first asked the number of diners.

Rorschach smiled and replied: "It's just me."

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