Mage? Spell Engineer!

Outside the wreckage of the airship, Mr. Pierre held Rorschach's trolley case and his briefcase with one foot deep and one shallow, climbing towards the two of them, because Rorschach and Bart were halfway up the hill, holding Newsing. I'm so tired.

Fortunately, Rorschach told him to protect his luggage, and he really did it.

"This is Mr. Pierre, the representative of 'Hercules'. This is Master Bart, the son of the Baldorom Chamber of Commerce."

"No, Rorschach. 'The resident mage of Würzburg who graduated from the Imperial Academy of Magic' is how you want to introduce me." Bart shook hands with Mr. Pierre and said that arrangements had been made for the two of them to stay at the Chamber of Commerce first. Rest in a hotel run by the capital.

Rorschach and Mr. Pierre were then taken away for questioning.

The guild and the Airship Association launched a joint investigation, and of course they learned that Rorschach was a fifth-level mage. The whole process was very polite and thoughtful. They first brought Rorschach and Pierre to the guild station, and then calmly Drink tea and "chat" in the interview room.

In the guild, Rorschach took out his other mage robe from the suitcase and put it on, along with his badge, the Empire Spellcaster badge, the Tower of Stars badge, and the Moon-Bearing Ibis Medal. Having this skin can always remind investigators of their strength and position in the hierarchy, and they can be more polite to the people under investigation.

The mage robe on the airship can no longer be worn. Fortunately, he got a cheap field robe at that time, leaving behind the expensive purple robe that he wears as a formal attire now - a handmade product from Valuauna when he attended a charity performance.

"So the last thing we saw was the spell [Blue Light Barrier] you published? I didn't expect it to be able to expand to such a large scale."

"Yes." Rorschach did not explain that he did it through transmutation of dust. Maybe the accompanying mage would tell you the specific details, but now Rorschach just answered the questions by himself.

The investigation into the airship staff was also ongoing at the same time, and the staff questioning Rorschach continued to receive new information.

"If it's about the airship accident, can you show it to me?"

The investigators did not expect that Luo Xia would take the initiative to see the documents sent over. They looked at each other and saw the young man's luxurious purple robe and the pile of small sequins on his left chest, but handed over the documents anyway.

Traces of man-made accidental damage. It was obviously an act of sabotage, but Rorschach judged that it was not directed at him, because as long as he mastered the protective spell or [Feather Falling Technique], he would be able to protect himself in the event of a simple airbag explosion or airship crash. No one would Assassinate a mage by this means.

So I was just unlucky? Rorschach flipped through the investigation report and sighed inwardly.

"Thank you." Rorschach returned the document to the investigator at the opposite table: "I've finished speaking. Can I leave with Mr. Pierre?"

Why are the respondents dominant? The investigator awkwardly reassured the young man: "We need permission to let you leave. Please cooperate again."

"Rorschach, I've taken care of it, I can do it now." Bart's impatient temper has not been completely corrected (it can actually be seen from his early marriage), and he shouted as he pushed the door open.

Rorschach was sitting on the sofa with his back to the door of the interview room, so Bart only saw an intermediate mage in a purple robe. As a businessman's son, he recognized at a glance that he had a lot of material.

Definitely not Rorschach. After coming to a conclusion, Bart whispered an apology and stepped back hastily.

Rorschach only had time to look back and saw the door slamming shut again, and then opened again after a short while.

The two of them blinked and looked at each other, and Bart spoke again: "I thought I went to the wrong room. Rorschach, you are an intermediate mage now!"

"Yes." Rorschach regretted that he should not only discuss the beverage factory in the letter, but mentioning his promotion in a roundabout way seemed to be showing off. Now the effect is even more counterproductive.

Mr. Bart, the resident mage in Würzburg, took great pains to accept the facts, and then took Rorschach and Pierre out with the release order issued by the branch president.

The guy on the carriage was still asking questions in disbelief: "So the sub-dimensional hero Loka reported in "Elemental Pravda" is you? I thought it was made up by the guild who accepted Jin Lang from the Holy Kingdom."

"Yes."

"What a fool!"

"I mean, it was really made up by Jin Lang." Rorschach told him the real situation. Of course, he didn't mention the gold mine. When it came to Valang's gift of stocks, the well-behaved Newsing had been silent since the meeting. Manager Gen shouted: "One hundred shares! Counting the shares in the beverage factory, you are a real hundred millionaire!"

Bart looked at his friend's face from side to side: "I'm not even sure if you are the Rorschach I know."

Don't look at it, even if your face doesn't have plastic surgery, it's still hard to tell. Rorschach taught his friends: "There is a proverb from the wise man at the end of the East. After three days of separation from a wise person, you should wash your eyes and look again, because he always knows how to learn and make progress."

His face did not turn red when he said this, and his heartbeat did not speed up, because he was indeed busier in the Tower of Stars than in his previous life at the university. Luo Xia scratched her eyes again and teased her friend: "I also want to look at you differently. In less than a year, someone is going to marry a little girl."

Bart finally switched from shock to elation. He took out the small pendant from his arms and flicked open the small oval gold box. On one side was a small mirror and on the other was a miniature portrait.

"I love Amalia, the youngest daughter of His Majesty Albert Ludwig."

Pierre wanted to see it but didn't dare to look. Rorschach took a closer look: the girl in the painting had chestnut-reddish wavy hair and was wearing an unknown flower. Her smile and face were very sweet, and it felt like the girl on her head was as petite as the flowers.

Did you like this type before? In Rorschach's memory, Bart pursued a girl from the academy who was six feet tall and very majestic. For a while, he was given the title of "Dragoon".

Now it seems to be at the other extreme.

Snapped! After closing his hands, Bart looked at Rorschach, whose temperament had changed and who had evolved from a handsome young boy. He smiled evilly and said, "There is an unmarried Princess Sophie in the royal family. She likes handsome young men. When the time comes to attend the banquet, be careful that she falls in love with you."

"Young handsome guy? Me? How old is she?"

Bart sighed with a headache: "Forty-eight! She is the daughter of the old king and now the sister of His Majesty Ludwig!"

Very good, a woman's 30th birthday will bring her great fortune. If Luo Xia also becomes the consort, she will indeed be able to claim the Byrne Kingdom.

Rorschach smiled and said, "Then if I really fall in love with Princess Sophie, what should you call me?"

Bart thought for a moment, then stretched out his hands: "I'll strangle you to death!"

Pierre, the three good businessmen of the Holy Kingdom, did not expect that the dignified mage was like this in private. He huddled in a small corner of the carriage and silently muttered "I can't hear" and "I can't hear."

"I shouldn't have joked, Miss Sophie is pathetic" Bart began to gossip about royal secrets, Princess Sophie was a victim of an arranged marriage.

The first time she married her cousin, but the king already had his heart and refused. The second time she was accused of marrying her cousin, but the other party quietly told her sister: Sister, I don’t want to delay you. To be honest, I like men. clatter!

The two blows in a row had a small impact on the bloodline refining progress of the Felolan aristocratic circle, and he could not get married.

"Originally, His Majesty the King was opposed to me and Millie, but it was His Highness Sophie's strong support that made Ludwig change his mind. I should thank her, she is an unfortunate and respectable lady." Maybe Princess Sophie looked at her niece and thought After hearing what happened in the past, the little princess did not want to repeat the tragedy and transformed into a pure love warrior.

As the carriage clattered into the city center, Rorschach felt that he was wading in a pool of muddy water that was sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty.

I'm here to talk business and do fieldwork, not to watch a royal soap opera! Luo Xia silently read to himself to straighten his mind.