Mage? Spell Engineer!

Rorschach looked at the class schedule. The next class was dark green, which meant that he had to attend the class as a student.

"Singing art class? What kind of water class is this?"

Rorschach’s double standards are not without his fallacy:

Although he was an engineering dog in his previous life, he also liked and valued history; but regarding singing, the Imperial College's philosophy is that singing is an inefficient and easily interrupted way of casting spells. Low-level magic only allows students to cast spells with gestures. As for art, Sorry, I'm a rough guy and can't appreciate it.

All in all, this was Rorschach's first magic lesson after traveling through time. Alas, should I listen carefully or fish for fish in the first class?

Rorschach was struggling in the back row of the classroom. There was still some time before class started, and a group of people came in noisily.

It was so noisy that Luo Xia saw that they were acquaintances. The person at the center of the street gang was the big guy who had been dishonest in class before.

He still showed off the aristocratic clothes underneath, especially the golden shawl and the fine red blouse. The boys and girls surrounding the big man were all talking to him.

Rorschach was looking at him, and he also saw Rorschach: "Hey, isn't this our teacher? Why are you here in class too?"

Rorschach nodded: "Yes, I'm here to attend the class."

The big man deliberately sat next to Rorschach and lowered his voice: "Yankee, don't be so arrogant like the fat professor on the list. Be careful of suffering from unfamiliar places!"

Threatening him directly? What kind of little gangster is this? Rorschach was a little shocked and asked his follower: "Is this guy a noble?"

Rorschach succeeded in irritating the big man: "You are questioning me! Questioning the direct bloodline of Grand Duke Merowenjia! You are insulting my family!" The roar attracted others.

"For the sake of the Merovingian family, you should duel with the imperial guy! Give him some color!" The number of apprentices watching increased, and someone behind the crowd started to get angry.

"That's right, that's right. My ancestor was a duel master! The Merovingian family got their titles and fiefdoms from beating up the Empire!"

"Remember my first and last name: Philippe de Merowengard." Philip said, taking out a white silk glove from his breast pocket and throwing it towards Rorschach. Rorschach caught it and recalled the duel rituals he had heard about, and then he seemed to have no gloves.

Oh, I still have some. I also have an alchemical protective glove. I used it to carry the stew pot when escorting the caravan. I didn't use it after I learned [Mage's Hand].

He quickly took it out of the ring and threw away the thick, greasy leather gloves. Bang! Throw it in the other person's face.

Everyone choked first, and then burst into laughter.

"You are really humiliating me!" He took away his gloves and wiped them on. Now Phillip's face was as shiny as a ripe tomato.

"Well, a duel is not about throwing gloves at each other. Just pick up the gloves thrown by the initiator."

Phillip yelled and rushed over: "What do you say to this little barbarian!"

Although Rorschach is only sixteen years old, he has also experienced battles between knights of the Order. He caught the opponent's movements with a cold eye. Instead of chanting before casting the spell like other apprentices in the magic tower, he took a step back and silently used the "Qilin Arm".

As the other apprentices watched, Philip was lifted into the air by an invisible force. The already red face turned redder, and the color gradually turned dark purple.

"In the Magic Tower, what does being bigger mean? Do you want to be a melee mage, idiot? Then just learn the Light Technique and graduate!"

Not only did Phillip feel suffocated when his neck was strangled, heat waves also hit his face. The fire was reflected in his blue irises, and circles of fire outlined a giant hand larger than the boy, gradually approaching him, as if it was about to ignite the fuse of life.

Just when Philip Merovingian's temples were about to explode and his urge to urinate reached its peak, the power and fire disappeared.

Like a puddle of mud thrown between the tables and chairs.

It would be great if he could have the ability he has now against the Knights of the Order of the Holy Mother. Thinking of this, Rorschach couldn't help but sigh.

He looked around at the stunned people and said slowly:

"Even if it's not my class now, you still respect me with many titles, such as Mr. Master, Mr., well, you can also call me classmates."

"Okay sir." Someone in the outer circle responded weakly.

Rorschach used [Mage's Hand] to lift the mud at his feet onto the seat. Philip couldn't sit still and rolled to the ground again. Rorschach could only help him up again.

He seemed to have hit something when he fell. The bridge of his nose was crooked, and iron-rich liquid flowed out.

At the same time, Rorschach sat down and sorted out his books: "You all saw that classmate Phillip just dropped it by himself. Let's go back to our seats for class, okay?"

This time all the apprentices responded: "Okay, Mr. Rorschach."

"Am I the teacher of this class?" The teacher Sophia who had just entered the door was a middle-aged woman. She came in with wavy fluffy hair and happened to encounter this scene.

She didn’t know why, but when she saw the big, unconscious student with a bleeding nose, she assumed that he had fallen because of the fall: “Did Mr. Philip hit him?”

"Yes, teacher."

"Everyone, please be careful." Ms. Sophia then gave a personal demonstration as a good start to the lesson.

She threw a branch in Rorschach's direction, and Rorschach recognized it as mistletoe. At the same time, the lady chanted:

"Abundance will grant you health."

Sophia's Arabic language was melodious, and as she sang, the mistletoe received her ether, gathered, grew, and expanded into ten plump and tender berries.

"[Magic Berry Technique], a useful recovery spell in the natural system.

Ask Mr. Rorschach to pick three berries for Mr. Philip, and the remaining branches and fruits are passed around among the classmates. "

Rorschach did as he was told. He picked three pieces and stuffed them into Philip's mouth. He patted his butt and chin to make him chew.

The berries were bitten, and the juice overflowed from the corners of Phillip's mouth. He gradually regained some energy, and the red liquid stopped coming out of his nose.

When the apprentice saw that Philip had recovered, some bold assailants also picked one and put it into his mouth to taste it.

"very sour!"

Sophia said happily: "The sour points will cheer you up for class." The classroom was suddenly filled with happy air.

“Good singing should be accurate, clear, elegant and melodious.

We generally believe that excellent chanting has a significant bonus to magic involving elements such as 'summoning' and 'spirit'.

The [Magic Berry Spell] I cast just now is a natural type, an old Druid spell. According to the Druid's belief, it should be a natural magic.

Although we mages don't worship nature in this way, good chanting can still give us plump, restorative berries. "

Sofia noticed that the last berry had been eaten by the busybody, and couldn't help frowning: "You don't have any left, what are the classmates in front of you looking at?"

She walked to the student seats to collect the mistletoe branches and took out another one: "Then I will demonstrate it to everyone again. This time I will adjust the spell."

She cast the spell again, and the language of the incantation changed into a relatively obscure Yabei language, with gentle and changeable tones. Fortunately, as a basic skill, everyone here can understand: "Abundance! May you gain health and new life!"

I fell asleep while coding in the middle of the night, then woke up and started coding again. My mental state was not good. Everyone is welcome to catch bugs.