Mage? Spell Engineer!

"That Marquis seems to be very cruel." Zinglev was a little worried. They wanted to "visit" him now, but the dwarf couldn't think of any reason.

Freddy reassured them: "According to the residents of the Shadowlands, he is still very fair, but the way he deals with criminals is harsher than on the ground."

Rorschach had thought about how to meet him. Since the entire Shadow City was regarded as the Marquis' territory, the underground cult that could escape the rules of the Shadow Land was a major threat to his rule. As long as he could provide clues to the shipwreck, the Marquis would not The truth doesn't cooperate with him to figure out how to return to the Holy Mother Order.

When they left the church, there were gradually more pedestrians. The core area is like the "best place" in the Shadowlands. Even in a dim environment where it is difficult to distinguish between day and night, the streets are kept as clean as possible. In retrospect, even the weird Harold Avenue is not dirty.

Most of the pedestrians on the road were dressed the same as those in the upper realm, but occasionally there would be a few in very retro attire, as if they had stepped out of a historical oil painting.

"There's also a taxi!" Freddy recognized it at once, because it had the same brass bell hanging at the front of the carriage as its counterparts in Storm City, but it seemed to be pulled by two old donkeys, so skinny that their bones were visible.

"Does the carriage here charge money from the ground?"

"Bartering always works here!" Freddy stopped the car regardless of the dwarf's questions.

The coachman raised his big-brimmed hat and looked at it, and said, "There are a lot of people. Where do you want to go?"

"The Marquis's Palace."

"The Marquis's castle? Are you going to the Marquis' Mansion?" The coachman stared, his bloodshot eyeballs about to pop out of his sockets, and repeated: "The Marquis' Mansion?"

"Yes." Rorschach took out the biscuits he found from the captain's cabin. The coachman took them and took a sip through the oil paper bag with his aquiline nose: "It's new, with the aroma of authentic wheat and butter. Okay, come on Cars, generous guests.”

After everyone arrived, he added: "Guests, please do not open the windows on the road." He pulled up a piece of thread at hand and closed all the curtains in the carriage.

Zinglev winked at Rorschach, who did not move, but sat quietly in the car. The carriage had no shock absorbers, and the wheels and the road, and then the butt and the bench were banging against each other. It didn't know how long it had been walking before it suddenly slowed down.

Singletaryev asked the coachman through the curtain: "Are you there soon?"

The coachman did not answer. Rorschach's [Arcane Vision] suddenly saw groups of spiritual lights gathering towards the carriage. At first, they were just vague light groups. When they approached, they realized that they were higher than the carport. It seemed that Rorschach was observing through the thin wooden board in the carriage. A group of spiritual lights entered the carriage, bringing with it a smell of mutton.

The pale light outlines the slender hands.

However, this hand could not be seen by normal vision, and others did not understand what happened. Just when Rorschach was about to react, the hand touched the little coal ball and quickly retracted it.

After a while the carriage accelerated again.

"You are well-behaved guests. The Marquis will receive you." When the carriage stopped and the door opened, the coachman said this. It was certain that Rorschach and the others did not open the curtains to look outside without permission.

"Thank you." When they came down, Rorschach noticed that one donkey seemed to have two small holes in its thighs, which were still bleeding.

"Your donkey seems to be injured." Rorschach pointed out.

The coachman was unmoved and returned to the driving seat: "It's a horse. Horses in the shadows are like this. It doesn't matter, sir, it's just a little injury." After that, he drove away.

Looking inside through the wrought iron gate, there is a relatively large mansion inside. There is nothing out of the ordinary even if it is moved to the wealthy area of ​​Storm City in the upper realm. There were several little people holding gardening shears in the garden, but there were no guards. The little people ran over and bowed to Rorschach, Freddy and Singletary, except for the small briquettes.

"Please report to the Marquis, we are here to find him, concerning the shipwreck in the semi-submersible area and the religious order."

The villain waited patiently for Rorschach to finish speaking. After confirming that it was just one sentence, he dropped the gardening shears and ran inside.

The dwarf is only a little taller than the villain. He can see the most details of the other person: "These servants seem to be all rat whisperers?"

They waited outside the door for a while, and the little messenger brought out a new servant. The clothes were obviously better, and the mini version of the tuxedo looked like a playing house doll. Each of them pulled one side of the door open for visitors.

The mini-servant led them to a study room and met the ruler of the Shadowlands.

The Marquis himself is a lean man. He is incredibly tall. Even the heads of Rorschach and Freddy can only be aligned with his chin, so there is a sense of oppression when the other party stands in front of him.

"Tell me, Master Rorschach, what is the purpose of coming to my field?"

Freddy raised his eyebrows when he heard the real name of "Heisenberg". He suddenly had an idea: "My Lord Marquis, can I visit your mansion? As an artist, I am very interested in porcelain and paintings."

The Marquis nodded: "Please ask the poet and Singarev to go out, as well as your Rat Whisperer slave."

"The little briquettes are free."

"Sorry." After saying this, the servant led the three of them out of the study, leaving space for the Marquis and Rorschach.

"My smart friend is gone, can you answer the questions truthfully now?"

He knew Rorschach’s and my dwarf uncle’s names. He didn’t expect how the other party knew it, but now he is quite friendly:

"Sir, I am here to investigate the activities of the Order of the Returned Mother of Gods in Istany. In both the Holy Kingdom and the Empire, we have thwarted its conspiracy and found that there are people and the sacred objects of Mother Earth since Istany. Stani flows in.”

"You didn't answer my question. Going to the Kingdom of Istani and entering the Shadow Land are obviously not the same thing."

"Is it really not the same thing? A few days ago, a ship of the Order ran aground under your rule in the semi-submersible area. And Earl Elgin reported that the Order also has activities in your Shadow City." Luo Xia couldn't help but frown slightly as he spoke. After the others walked out and the door to the room closed, he smelled the smell of blood, accompanied by a slight rancid odor.

The Marquis didn't answer immediately. He looked like he was thinking, scratching each other with his two pale hands. The joints were red and swollen, and there were blood stains where the nails scratched.

Seeing that the Marquis had no further explanation, Rorschach continued: "We found evil rituals on the order's ship. I speculate that the ritual of sacrificing gray elves allowed them to enter and exit the shadowland on a large scale. From the voyage log, they also Traveling between Isle and Storm City."

The Marquis finally spoke: "So? Can you stop them?"

"I'm just here to investigate. I want to find out why the underground cult is operating on Air Island, why it comes to the Shadowlands, and what is the source of the evil Mother Earth flowing into the mainland. I can't do it alone, but I implore you, as the owner of this place, to provide some timely assistance."

"anything else?"

"Also. Can I meet your magic advisor?"