Mage? Spell Engineer!

In the early morning, the door of the small town hotel was closed tightly. It was the fourth day of closure.

"They ran away?"

"Look, my lord, that wild mage burned down your property! The stables and the roof."

boom!

The viscount kicked the hotel owner over.

"What a lot of nonsense! Which direction did they run to? How far did they run! Did you figure out what was in their carriage?"

"They've been walking for four days...Master, they are a convoy, they can't go fast! The car is full of leather..."

"Idiot, there's something else! The skin is just a cover! Pig brain! You don't know anything!" The Viscount kicked him again. He calmed down his breath and turned to ask the silent man behind him.

"They are going to Valois, that is, all the way south... Leopold, can you catch up?"

"Can."

Leopold, tribune of Limburg and local military controller of the area. This man who looked like a hill was injured in the Imperial Cavalry Brigade. The reason he joined Our Lady of Return was simple—His care and mercy, His magic and consecrated oils could soothe the body's constant torment more than alcohol could.

Torture is ever-present in this world.

The Viscount vented his rage and tormented the innkeeper. A pair of eyes looked behind, and Leopold knew that those were the eyes of the men and the maids. They were laughing secretly and rejoicing secretly.

Then some or all of them were subjected to double the torture of the innkeeper.

Pain and depression are transmitted layer by layer from the gods, from the emperor to the lowest slave, and are amplified every time they are passed on. It was like nerves being transmitted to the end. Although Leopold didn't know what nerves were, he could feel the world convulsing with pain, just like his own body.

Only Mother Earth can heal these pains. Leopold really thought so. The great existence has appeased itself and will surely appease the world. He can also appease the world. Leopold is one of the representatives of the World Mother.

Behind him were six young men in uniform. The cavalry team was funded by the Viscount and trained by Leopold. All of them were devout believers. Nominally, this armed force is the elite bodyguard of Limburg, but it is actually the wilderness stalker of the Order of the Returned Mother.

The horse team is very strange. Anyone who sees it can spot the incongruity at first glance: the knights are all wearing light soft armor, but the horses are all tightly wrapped in heavy armor, and the slits in the armor and leather are in the middle. Release the heat.

Leopold grabbed a handful of herbal powder from his satchel and put it in front of his horse. After the horse licked it greedily, it became more hot and snorted loudly.

"Set off."

The others followed Leopold's lead and then mounted their horses. These mounts entered a state of restlessness, with their front hooves kicking on the ground and their armor clanking. The seven knights pulled the reins, and these heavily armored horses were even faster than unarmored horses, running towards Rorschach and his party.

…

evening.

The convoy did not know that there was danger approaching rapidly from behind, so it still walked slowly. A small river blocked them. Mr. Ale tested the depth and turbulence of the water and decided to cross the river first and then camp on the other bank to rest.

The river was wide and shallow. The coachmen pulled out wooden planks from under the carriages to build a raft so that the horses' hooves and wheels would not sink into the mud at the bottom of the river. In addition to the coachman blocking the raft to prevent it from being drifted by the current, Singer also jumped into the river to lend a hand. , Rorschach also lends a hand - the hand of the mage.

They were so busy that in fact they didn't even notice the stalker who was closer.

"Oh my God, they finally rested!" The convoy was stationed at the bend of the river. On a hill not far away were two men with gray heads and shabby disguises. One of them was looking at a monocular, monitoring Rorschach. Every move of the group!

"I thought it was an easy job, but who would have thought that this little grinder would come here to mess with the merchant's convoy instead of sitting on the empty boat! He made us have to survive in the wild! The boss even gave him travel expenses!"

"Take a long-term view...I have already foreseen the rise of a new star who will exploit the power of the government..."

"It's still rising. It seems that this kid doesn't know many spells. Is the boss's request too low? Why do you only pursue this?"

The other man suddenly stopped answering and clenched his fists to signal for silence. After a while, he lowered his voice and said: "Keep your voice down, that ranger is already suspicious..."

"We can be more relaxed without that pretty girl. That dwarf only knows how to drink..." The man's face suddenly changed. He put away the binoculars. He was lying on his stomach, but now he tilted his head and put his left ear to the ground.

"Arima team! This shock... is at the level of a ten-man team! The attack is approaching!"

…

"Bang!" The air was vibrating. Rorschach took aim at the hare with his hand like a gun, and flicked it away with a bang.

"Repulsion" + "Projectile" = [Rorschach's Air Cannon]

Rorschach discovered that magic that does not have magic power to condense in the casting step usually directly mobilizes its own magic power to cast spell effects, such as disintegration and the current air cannon. Its own magic output is limited, and its power is even more limited after it is converted into repulsion and momentum - Beng Fei The rabbit came to his senses and ran away.

"Master Rorschach, the rabbit is further away from us. Are you helping it escape?" The dwarf laughed and took a sip of wine. There was not much wine in his big silver pot. He had been sipping it in small sips for the past two days. .

"The earth is shaking." Singletaryev suddenly put down the wine bottle, his intoxicated expression turned serious.

"Relax Singh, this is not your hometown in the northern mountains. There are no earthquakes."

The ranger knelt down on one knee, supported the earth with one hand and said: "No, he is right, the ground is shaking." After a while, he added: "Rhythmic, fast pace. It's a horse, more than one."

Mr. Ale immediately shouted: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Everyone remounted their horses or carriages, and the four carriages were gathered up.

At this moment, a pair of cavalry appeared on the horizon and rushed toward the convoy.

"The cavalry stationed in Limburg? Or is it related to the underground cult?" It seemed that it was too late to leave. Mr. Ale and three guards rode to protect the convoy behind them.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

The oncoming seven heavily armored horses gave people a sense of oppression. Under the setting sun and under the gaze of everyone in the convoy, the knight stopped on the other side of the river. A cold wind blew on the river bank in the evening, and Rorschach smelled a fishy smell coming from the other side.

The leading man introduced himself: "I am Leopold, the tribune of Limburg, and I am investigating an arson case. Have you ever stayed at a hotel in a nearby town?"

Singlev breathed a sigh of relief and shouted from the other side with a loud voice: "Great, Lord Tribune! You have to make the decision for us! The owner of that hotel is a cultist! He believes in whatever." Reply Let me ask you to teach me! Why do you think anyone would believe this thing? Go check it out!"

Leopold didn't react at all, but the knight behind him had an angry look on his face: "Insolent!" "Blasphemy!"

When I went home to find my old lady, it was clear that she belonged to the "Return to Our Lady" sect. Rorschach reminded the dwarf: "I saw that they were going to explode after you said that. Don't you think the opposite party is in the same group as the "Return to Our Lady" sect?"

At the moment of these words, the knights drew their bows and fired, and several arrows shot through the air.

"careful!"