Mage? Spell Engineer!

Richard waved his hand, and the emperor's autographed letter disappeared into ashes.

"Do you think a naive person can be a good monarch?" Richard narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze towards the razed city.

Franz shook his head firmly: "Absolutely not."

"Why?" Richard wanted to hear the reason.

"Well... When I was in the military academy, the classmates and instructors all liked that His Majesty was a ruthless person, ruthless to the civil servants, nobles, and enemy countries.

“If he was naive, he probably wasn’t cruel enough.

"I don't care about anything else. I only know that if the army feels that the emperor is not good enough, it will definitely be a bad and dangerous situation."

"Perhaps, but not necessarily. There is a saying that naive people can also be cruel." Richard thought that a city would be destroyed, and the emperor should be fully aware of it, or even do it deliberately.

William II was a prince who was naive, cowardly, cruel, irritable, self-regarding, a little clever...all these qualities were intertwined together. He was not ready to inherit the empire. Perhaps he has realized this to this day and chose to retreat in the end to preserve his base.

Richard then thought of a second question: "Can a naive person become a good general?"

Franz stroked the stubble of his half-grown beard: "What is naive? Not cruel enough to the enemy, not cruel enough to one's own people?"

"How do you know how to be ruthless..." Richard began to suspect that he had received some strange ruthless education in the military school: "You can say that he is a person who often fantasizes, and fantasies are always good."

"Oh, that's not allowed. The instructor said that we students can't think too much of us. When we lead troops to fight in the future, we can't think too much of our subordinates either.

"You have to think about the worst in everything in order to have good results." Franz suddenly thought of something and said: "General, are you saying that you are naive?"

Before Richard could speak, Franz quickly said: “It’s better to be naive.

"Those instructors are too perverted, and so are the other officers. You are the only one who is very good to our subordinates."

"Your instructor is right. A general cannot be too kind to his subordinates. Otherwise, he will be like you who talks nonsense and doesn't know how to respect his superiors."

"I'm sorry. I just thought you were the same as my eldest brother."

"Rorschach?"

"The mage named Andrew Lie told me that the eldest brother is very, very good to his younger brother. If he follows him, no one will be unhappy;

"But the eldest brother is very cruel to the people he hates. If he is targeted, he will use both overt and covert means. Either he will suffer mental or physical breakdown, or his family will be destroyed."

During the cooperation with Forest Tower, Andre occasionally traveled between the two towers and sent large equipment to Byrne. Rorschach would ask Andre to bring Franz some food, drink and money along the way.

Recently, Andre is obsessed with gangster novels and has successfully instilled some strange things in his eldest brother's little brother.

If Rorschach knew that Franz described himself as the gangster brother and Lanster's leader, he would have kicked Andre in the face.

Richard was also amused: "Your elder brother is very powerful. Everyone knows that he is kind to his own people and cruel to his enemies, but it is not easy to do it.

“The more people you have, the better. The premise is that there are enough benefits to be distributed, and you have to distribute them well so that most people can be convinced.

"Being ruthless to the enemy requires absolute strength, otherwise what's the use of empty words? In the end, you have to compromise."

"Oh" Franz seemed to understand a little bit, but he didn't seem to understand.

Tower of First Fire.

Although it was freezing and snowy, the heat radiated from the tower exposed a tundra around it, and some animals were active around it with vigilance and greed.

Suddenly these animals seemed to feel something, looked around in horror and panic, and then dispersed in a rush.

At the bottom of the tower, the first fire suddenly swayed violently, looking like it was going to go out at any moment. There were not many mages left in the tower, and the remaining mages hurriedly adjusted the air supply at the bottom of the furnace.

There are various brass tubes and circuits arranged in the tower. They originally ran in an orderly manner, turning on and off as the flames rose and fell. These facilities, and indeed the entire tower, are built around the legendary First Fire.

It looks like a branch that will never burn out. It is said to be a sacred tree from the Mountain of Heaven. It was struck by the thunder created by the Creator for the first time, producing fire, and was stolen by the demigod hero and given to mankind.

The devices surrounding it are not only providing more gas to maintain combustion, but also amplifying its effects, obtaining heat, sacred attributes, etc.

"The magic power fluctuates abnormally!"

“The temperature is dropping!!”

Everyone's spirits were tense instantly. Their most important mission was to protect the fire.

It is not only the node of surrounding magic power, but also the core of the unique spell of the Tower of First Fire.

Poof. It really went out.

The mages who witnessed this historic moment even froze. They could not understand why this happened, and they could not imagine that the first fire that had gone through endless years and the fire that was almost the same as the history of intelligent life would be extinguished in their own hands.

Then the fire was stirred, and the hope in everyone's hearts was ignited. Will it be revived?

It would be nice if that was the case. Before Master Sakya comes back, we can just pretend that nothing happened. We still need to make a report, but then it won't be a big problem.

According to the records of the Tower of First Fire, the fire will indeed have periods of weakness, especially during the God War, and there will also be times when it is active. In short, every change means that something big is happening in the world.

Unfortunately, it did not rise as they expected. On the contrary, the surface of the fire gradually turned grayish white, which was a sign of cooling and burning out.

When many spellcasters were extremely desperate, something worse than the fire extinguishing happened - its grayish white surface cracked and a sticky black liquid flowed out.

These liquids evaporated at an extreme speed the moment they appeared. Before everyone could react, some inhaled them, and some were sprayed all over their arms. All the skin exposed to the outside and in contact with the special steam instantly rotted.

Looking at the original location of the fire, the black water melted through the base of the tower, leaving only a strange and deep well, as if it led directly to the endless abyss.

"Ah" screams were heard incessantly, and the other mages and apprentices in the tower who survived the first disaster immediately arranged for themselves to be protected and tried to rescue them at the same time.

All this was in vain. They did not expect the second disaster to come soon. The fire they wanted came back, but this time it was the netherworld fire from the abyss.

It was cold and thick, just like the flames on the polluted archmage, alternating between dark blue and emerald green, quickly soaking the entire tower, and began to leak out to the outside world along with the refined remains of the spellcaster.

The icy moss was centered on the original site of the First Fire Tower, and spider-web-like cracks appeared. Between the cracks, the flowing fire crawled and flowed.

All living things would be burned and twisted wherever they passed. They would not be able to die completely, and would be burned and healed again and again in the flames. There were also many mage apprentices blending with each other, and now there were moose, snow rabbits and other cold-zone creatures joining in, giving birth to monsters that had lost their fixed forms.

The world had another wound.

There was more than one crack. The underground of Opfer, the former central city of the empire, which had just been plowed by artillery fire, was filled with angry roars.