Mage? Spell Engineer!

True to his word, Rorschach is going to sell his "magic little crystals."

"It's beautiful." The mage from the Tower of Secrets inspected the goods facing the sun.

Rorschach took out a few more vials and put them on the table: "It's the same as the samples I showed last time."

"No, it's different, Master Rorschach. The crystals you brought this time are generally more finely divided. That's why the price is."

"This price has already been discounted after considering the size! Even in the Holy Kingdom, it is very rare!" The young man seemed to be about to terminate the transaction and put the bottle down into his arms again.

"Okay, okay," the mage and his colleague looked at each other for a moment and made up their minds: "We all want this batch of goods!" The mage who had been silent just now said now: "But we want you to promise to return it in the future. There is a stable supply.”

"Of course, the Tower of Secrets has always been my preferred client for transactions!" Rorschach gave Passivation Transmutation Dust in exchange for heavy gold coins. If we don’t sell it to them, Rorschach won’t be able to find other buyers!

The other party to the transaction was also very satisfied and couldn't put it down while playing with the vial that emitted blue light. This is a new thing, and you can publish a lot of articles just by characterizing it. What they hold is performance and the future!

It’s hard to publish articles these days. On the one hand, it’s not easy to publish the research in the Tower of Secrets. On the other hand, I heard that a great mage in the Tower of Forest was jointly reported by his eleven apprentices. The results of plant alchemy It turned out that they were all obtained through fraud, which attracted great attention from the guild and strengthened the review and reproducibility requirements.

"It's really appalling!" Rorschach, who was eating in the canteen of the Tower of Secrets, also read the latest "Elemental Pravda", which published the announcement from the Tower of Forest:

"In response to reports of academic misconduct by Archmage Gelb of our Tower, the Alchemy Council and the Court of Owls launched an investigation. The research data, results and other issues reflected in the investigated materials were found to be basically true, and it was initially determined that there were academic misconducts. Misconduct.

"Sen Tower has decided to cease all duties and work in Gelb Tower with immediate effect and insists on zero tolerance for such incidents."

"Why are you eating here?" Eugenie came over and sat across from Rorschach's table, and the gargoyle brought her food.

"I have no money. Come to the cafeteria of the Secret Tower and eat for free. You have to pay for the cafeteria of the Tower of Stars. From this point of view, the apprentices at the bottom of our empire are better off than the mid-level mages of the Holy Kingdom."

Rorschach still had something to say: the day the Tower of Stars dared to only serve sauerkraut soup, stone bread and sausages, the kitchen would be blown up by angry teachers and students.

"Are you watching the news about Mori Tower's fake research?"

"Is there something wrong with the management of the Forest Tower?" It was infiltrated by the underground cult and exposed to academic misconduct.

Ms. Elizabeth was noncommittal: "Gelb has been controlled and now has lost the ability to cast spells."

"How?" Rorschach was a little curious about how to make the Archmage permanently unable to cast spells without killing him. As far as Rorschach himself is concerned, he can still cast spells even with his mouth covered and his hands tied.

"It is said that a needle was inserted into the brain from the eye socket and then rotated three times." Eugenie picked up the knife and gestured in front of Rorschach.

Hiss. Keep it away! Rorschach figured it out. It was a frontal lobotomy. "It's just academic fraud. Isn't it too harsh?" At least the Archmage's realm is based on his own strength. This makes him a useless person.

Master Eugenie was very serious: “First, not only did he make false claims, but he also took his apprentices with him, which had an immeasurable impact on the Forest Tower;

"Two, this man defrauded the magic guild of an unknown amount of money. The guild doesn't care about money, it only cares about a statement;

"Third, he struggled to arrest him in the end, causing damage to the Forest Tower and causing casualties to the law enforcers who arrested him. This is a slap in the face of the Senate."

Maybe the third point is the key point - you offended the abbot and still want to run away?

Eugenie suddenly sighed while eating. Her voice was very soft, but Rorschach still heard it. The mage's frown attracted a lot of attention, and others had two questions in their minds: Why is mage/teacher Elizabeth troubled? Who is the pretty boy across the table from her?

Rorschach did not take the initiative to ask, but put down the tableware and waited for the other party to speak. After Elizabeth spoke, she asked Rorschach instead: "Are you going to Würzburg soon?"

"Yes, attending the wedding." Rorschach had already guessed what was bothering her.

Eugenie's light blue eyes stared at the pickled cabbage soup in front of her, as if it were the lake where she used to go boating when she was a child, and she fiddled with the cooked tubers inside, as if it were an island in the middle of the lake where swans lived. Rorschach can't read minds, otherwise she would be unable to resist complaining about her fantastic association ability.

"I also received the invitation, but I really didn't want to face that family. In fact, I only met Amelia once when she was a child, and I don't even know if she still remembers me."

"Since I've invited you"

"The private invitation was sent in Ludwig's name, but I recognize the handwriting. It was clearly written by my sister. Our King would never write such elegant words."

Bart also sent invitations to representatives of the Tower of Secrets and the Magic Guild because of his relationship with the resident mage. This has another meaning. If no one from the Magic Guild and the Tower of Secrets attends the wedding, then it is questionable whether the resident mage is recognized by the two major magic entities.

Perhaps the wizards in the tower knew about the situation of the Wittelsbach family and consciously gave up the name of the representative of the Tower of Secrets to Wizard Elizabeth.

Rorschach didn't have much to say, so he just followed Master Eugenie's words: "Is it Princess Sophie's handwriting? Maybe she hopes to see you again."

He stared at the boy with sky-blue eyes for a long time before saying, "You are right, Master Rorschach. Let's go."

A carriage from the Tower of Secrets galloped through the mountains and forests. Its two horses were all white, in sharp contrast to the brown-black body of the carriage.

Walking on the gravel-strewn path, the carriage did not vibrate at all, and Rorschach seemed a little restrained in the carriage.

Although this car looks no different from other carriages in the Tower of Secrets, the leather inside is dyed goose yellow and is filled with light and clear fragrances of rose, jasmine and white sandalwood. This is the lady's car, the Master Elizabeth's car.

After eating and drinking, you can also take a ride. This trip to the Secret Tower is so worth it!

The owner of the car, Master Elisabeth Eugenie, just looked out the window. Fir trees and cypresses passed by the car, and sparkling lakes and dark green mountains hurriedly met and then left.

Rorschach couldn't guess what she was thinking, and didn't want to gossip about the Byrne royal family's past. He just read the newspaper quietly, turning the pages carefully to avoid making too much noise.

Then he got carsick.

It seems that motion sickness has nothing to do with whether it is bumpy or not. Rorschach put away the newspaper, condensed blue light from his fingertips and touched his temples, which immediately made him feel relieved. He felt sleepy, protecting his ring with his left hand, and leaning on the chair with his right hand, he fell asleep.

The sleeping boy didn't know that the lady's eyes had moved from the window to his face in the sun.