Mage? Spell Engineer!

"Flagship salad, Orion pie, and, um... Southern pork knuckle... three servings of rice pudding." As a frequent visitor to the restaurant, Bart ordered a few dishes without looking at the menu.

"What do you want for the main course?"

Richard chooses sea bass.

"Same as Rick." Rick was the nickname Richard's friends gave him, and Rorschach called him that from memory.

"Please! We can order something else instead. Besides, the salad I ordered has fish in it."

"Okay, summer palace fried pork chop, it needs applesauce."

"That's it." Richard smiled and handed the menu to the waiter. This tall and handsome guy with a polite manner dazzled the little waiter girl.

After a moment's hesitation, Bart, who was in an excited state, was a little irritated. "If you remember it, go and notify the kitchen quickly. Our stomachs are making bellows!"

"Bart, don't be like this, we have to respect everyone..."

"Dear Rick, I am the person who respects the waiters the most in this restaurant. Do you know why?" Bart threw a gold coin and caught it again, "Because I guarantee you will not find a customer who tips more generously than me!"

Richard wanted to say something else, but Rorschach quickly changed the subject: "We have passed the assessment, what are our plans for the future?"

The academic system of the Imperial Royal Academy of Magic is different from that of other places. Magic apprentices in other places are like craftsmen's apprentices. They have to live a servant-like life under their teachers for several long years or even more than ten years.

The magic guild is a loose organization. Whether an apprentice can be recognized as a junior mage depends largely on the teacher's wishes. The magic tower of each mage or mage group is relatively isolated.

The education methods and assessments that the empire tried and promoted in the academy fixed the academic system at 4-6 years. After passing the exam, you can become an official mage. If you join the magic tower to continue your studies, you can study and research as a collaborator. The situation is much better than that of traditional magic apprentices. .

If they don't choose to continue their studies, the empire will recruit these low-level mages to join the army and become combat forces, stationed in various parts of the empire to deal with magic-related matters.

Even if apprentices who fail the examination give up the path of magic, the army, empire departments, numerous chambers of commerce and magic guilds are still willing to recruit them. Talent that can read, write, and calculate fluently is not wasted, whether he or she knows a damn magic trick or not.

"I seem to understand the thoughts of the fireball maniac." Luo Xia sorted out the information and ideas, and understood the reason why the original owner was addicted to fireball.

Fireball, the most direct and powerful spell among primary spells. Regardless of whether he passes the assessment or not, this spell specialization allows him to join the army or become a mercenary or bodyguard. These professions have combat needs and the salary level is higher than civilian jobs. They are core skills that can broaden employment opportunities and increase salary expectations. point.

The reason why Yuan Rorschach is so eager to find a job is of course family reasons. His parents are just farmers with small fields. His increasing age means that his working ability has declined. It is unlikely that he will be supported to continue his further studies to become an intermediate mage of level 7 or above. When I was able to enter the college, I also received support from the village chief and other townships, but these supports could not last long.

If you join the army and achieve military merit, you will have the opportunity to become a canonized military noble and obtain a small territory with tenants and servants, so that your parents do not have to work.

This was the original Rorschach's vision, but it's not Rorschach's now.

Now that we are in a magical world, how can we not explore knowledge and master more magical powers?

I don’t want to be a guy who only knows how to make fireballs for the rest of my life!

But Rorschach cannot abandon the parents of the original owner and ignore them. Money, or to be precise, the funds to support the path of magic, has become Rorschach's biggest problem now. At this moment, he can't help but sigh at the convenience of the time traveler in the starting point of the Orphanage. It really saves you a lot of worries.

Bart's words interrupted Rorschach's thoughts: "Future plans...I have no interest in dad's business...You guys say, what if I become the resident mage appointed by the Imperial Council?"

Bart leaned forward and rubbed the thumbs of his interlocked hands together, which was his habitual action when calculating. "You may not know that the governor of my hometown, Fuugeburg, Old Bailey, started his career as a resident mage... Now Old Bailey is my idol! Have you never seen that dry old man? He is so kind. But my brain and spellcasting ability are terrible! If you want me to follow this path, just wait and see, I will have a seat in the Imperial Council!"

Isn’t the span from being a grassroots employee stationed in a township to being a state-long employee a bit big? Rorschach watched the ambitious Bart hold back his words, and had to admit that the family chambers of commerce across multiple states and provinces in the empire could indeed help Bart.

"What about you, Rorschach? Don't tell me that you plan to join the Imperial Army! My dad told me that those noble generals look down on people... If you go, you will bury your talents! As long as you open your mouth, the Chamber of Commerce is willing to sponsor you to go to the Magic Tower!"

Rorschach was noncommittal and joked: "When my little mage is really desperate, I will come to seek refuge with the future congressman."

The former Rorschach had a sense of arrogance. Knowing this, Bart stopped pestering him and asked Richard instead: "Where is Rick?"

Richard's soft and slow words surprised the two of them, "I'm going to report to the Imperial Army."

"What does your father mean?"

"My father has already taken care of it. Although I will join the army, I will continue to study with the chief magic advisor of the Imperial Army..." Richard said this with no expression on his face, making Bart and Rorschach confused about his own attitude.

The atmosphere became cooler, and the three of them ate in silence when the food was served. Rorschach split a thin pork chop that was larger than his face, making an unpleasant sound as the knife and porcelain plate clashed.

"Can we see each other often in the future?" Bart sighed suddenly.

"It's difficult, but not impossible." Rorschach tasted his main course. The pork chop was hammered with a meat hammer to make it large and thin. The coating formed a crispy shell, and it had a light salty taste even without the accompanying jam. and peppery flavor.

"After all, this is a magical world."

"What are you talking about?" Bart scratched his head and cut the pig's knuckle fiercely.

"Rorschach is right."

After the meal, Bart suggested going to the pub for another drink. The Moonlight Lake Restaurant only provided low-alcohol sparkling wine and beer, which obviously did not meet Bart's "one drink" standard.

"I was so nervous that I didn't sleep well last night. I'm going back to catch up on my sleep." Rorschach refused the proposal, and Richard didn't want to drink, so Bart had no choice but to give up.

The magical community has always been divided on how to view fermented nectar and jade dew. One party praises it as a source of inspiration and art, creation and magic, while the other party denounces it as an inducer of chaos and ignorance, and a poison to reason and brain. But no matter what, Rorschach still had important things to do, and he needed to return to the dormitory to be alone as soon as possible.

But Rorschach's one-room dormitory was already occupied.

When he pushed the door open, he saw a bald and vicious man staring at him.

Sabins, the school principal, a former imperial soldier, and the only administrator of the Royal Academy of Magic who does not know magic.