Mage? Spell Engineer!

All the people and ships have arrived. For the first time, this desolate corner of the star world has been flooded with so many aircraft that the number of man-made objects on its sky exceeds the number of visible celestial bodies.

Rorschach looked around and saw large ships hovering sparsely and evenly, with small ships like flies and mosquitoes shuttling quickly between them, bringing the Istani to the allied ships and selling the goods of Valois to the dwarves.

Many of these ships that were teleported were built decades ago, and their appearance is a microcosm of these times. The earliest ships still have exposed riveting marks, and their sealing and stability are very worrying. The premise for their existence is to burn a large amount of transmutation dust and leave all problems to magic.

Since the shipyard was opened at Kepler Space Station, a batch of sailing ships have even been produced, with wooden hulls reinforced by force fields and windless sails with huge magic circles.

Until people's footprints became larger and larger, until the development of alchemy slowed down, and the mining area of ​​transmutation dust layer was divided up and scrambled by various countries, everyone finally realized that it was not cost-effective to build a rag that was difficult to put into the sea and then use magic to make it ascend to the sky, especially since the magic guilds charged more and more expensive.

So they began to pay attention to efficacy, began to study basic materials and casting processes, and tried to restrain the use of magic in design.

Up to now, the most outstanding products are several pioneer immigrant ships. Of course, it does not mean that they have gotten rid of the dependence on magic, but the unit consumption has been reduced to the lowest level.

The space waves of [Teleportation] echoed in the silent star world, and both large and small ships began to move to make room for today's protagonist:

Valois's "White Maple", a huge ship painted in platinum, it looks like a retro aristocratic pistol, with a slender hull and a power compartment slightly lower than the hull at the end, ready to go.

The Alliance sent out the "Aurora", which means "dawn". Its round body is equipped with the latest and most advanced manufacturing and magic technology, like a technological achievement exhibition hall, and the logos of the magic guild and the space guild are added to the side of the starship without concealment.

"Silvanos Ark", the elves called their immigration ship this way, and they had to admit that they took advantage of a certain correctness within the "Sea Alliance" and gained sympathy and compensation by emphasizing the various tragedies suffered by the gray elves in the history of Istani, such as this beautiful and luxurious starship. Its lines are sharp like feather arrows, showing gray-green under the starlight.

The ship sent by the dwarves is like an enlarged version of a mining ship, almost completely square. They don't consider any shape, nor do they need to consider the consumption of raw materials such as metal. The former makes people sneer, while the latter makes people envy. Its name is also very appropriate - "Ancestor Hammer", which is indeed a super-large hammer head floating in the starry sky.

"New Marin" is late. The folds of time and space radiate like lightning and then break open, and this permanent immigrant ship leaps out from it. It looks the most regular and close to the ironclad ships that people still sail on the main plane sea, but if you look closely, its bow and side paint imply an eagle flying from the empire.

In addition, there are several special ships.

In front are the spacecrafts of the Space Association, which are equipped with the same space shield system as the Maxim, and the space bubble engine that can currently achieve the highest speed. They are pioneers, and there is no space reserved for passengers inside, only ship spirits.

Behind them were the logistics and research ships of the magic guild, which were somewhat similar to the dwarf ships, carrying refined transmutation dust, which was the fuel before finding a way to use the energy of another world.

The branches and core of the Tree of Law had been separated by Rorschach, and all were given to those who were going to the new world. They were hiding on these ships and their identities had not yet been exposed. Sometimes Rorschach would think with a sense of humor, if the guild knew that they had sent these "artifacts" out, how hard they would work to track down the "jinchūriki".

Alec was one of them.

He and Jonas were of course on the New Marlin, and all the preparations had been completed, and another shift of engineers took their turns. Alec and his friends spent their last days in the old world drinking as planned.     Through the porthole, the light of the starry sea shone on half of his face, and suddenly a huge fatigue swept over him. He received an incredible gift from his youth - a panel from Master Rorschach, as well as a huge fortune. He did countless things to allow the imperial immigrants to get tickets to the new world, and they did not need to swear allegiance to an unfamiliar country like himself when they ascended to heaven.

No, none of the above is important. He was not tired because of the difficulties in the past. What really made Alec feel embarrassed was that he realized that everything that happened in the past was just the beginning.

Compared to Alec's tiredness, his good friend Jonas was still in a similar state as before. He was silent in front of strangers, obedient in front of his parents, and "revealed his true nature" in front of his friends - frivolous, adventurous, and had some tricks from time to time. It's nothing for teenagers, but they are all in their thirties!

So Alec had one last thing to do before leaving. When the wine was almost finished, he sighed, successfully attracted Jonas' attention, and then said: "Jonas, you should get off the ship."

"What?"

"You joined the New Marlin from the beginning to escape your parents, right?"

Jonas' eyes widened, with an incredible look on his face: "Damn it, we have worked together for so long, and now you want to drive me away? Is this an ultimatum, Lord Shadow Captain?"

Alek also gritted his teeth: "Yes, ultimatum! This ship belongs to the remnants of the empire, not including you."

Jonas's face was originally red from alcohol, and his eyes were also a little red:

"Then who am I? Who is my father? Do you plan to ascend the throne immediately when you get to the other side, and then declare my father and our family traitors to the empire?" Jonas was angry: "You should think about it, the alliance was destroyed in the earldom How much aid has been given before! Why do you and I need to be admitted to school? Why do we retain such a huge inheritance just because of your so-called royal blood?

"My father has said it countless times before, the alliance is the empire, and the empire is the alliance. Just wait, I will get off the ship right now, and I will wait until the second batch of ships enter the new world to defeat you, the ungrateful traitor!"

With that said, Jonas slammed the door and left.

After Alek confirmed that the footsteps in the corridor were fading away, he immediately activated the [Long Distance Communication Technique]: "It's me. Yes, Jonas is already planning to disembark. You're welcome, madam, this is what I should do. No, he’s not ignorant, Jonas is fine and you can send a ship to intercept him, um, but he’s a little agitated right now.”

The communication ended, and a small noise came from the machine, which was clearly audible in his cabin. Alexey sat down on the bed, now alone. He poured himself a full glass and took out the driver's watch. Now he no longer needs this watch to assist in casting spells - with the help of the panel, Alexei is already as powerful as the Archmage, but he has never been certified.

The last force in the empire is only Count Dahlberg who is the Archmage.

Now he squinted his eyes and looked ahead. The slightly curved outline of the terminal star occupied most of the window. After an unknown amount of time, the wine in my hand had bottomed out, and a point of light finally lit up on the horizon.

The spot of light grows larger and larger, then expands along the normal direction of the horizon. When the light penetrates the entire starry sky that can be seen through the porthole, it tears to both sides, forming a gap like a vertical eye. Alexey's expression froze at this moment, he knew clearly that this must be the door to the new world from the mother's body.