Mage? Spell Engineer!

Extra 02 Pink Sky·Part 1

1. Farmer’s Troubles

Shareana Granor Kingdom.

It was a flat, boundless wasteland, covered by a pink sky. Those who saw it for the first time might be attracted by this charming color, but soon they would feel bored and even uneasy. The faint red was too close to the earth, making people think they were trapped by it.

Next, he would find that the discomfort was not only caused by the sky, but also by the almost stagnant air without moisture. Even if the climate was neither cold nor hot, it would make people’s skin itchy and tight.

The last scene that could not be ignored was naturally the earth - it was covered with a single, skinny and short plant. The only thing that broke the horizon was a few rough towers, which were made of local materials and almost integrated with the ground, and were quite similar to the termite holes commonly seen in the wasteland.

Perhaps this picture was still somewhat magnificent, because of the open terrain and the desolation under the pink sky.

Of course, only travelers who have just arrived will have so many feelings, and the Kingdom of Granor and even the entire area called Sharena have not had any visitors for a long time.

The natives will not have any evaluation of the world they live in. The environment has been like this since they were born. And their life is to take care of these skinny grasses day after day.

Yes, these sparse and short plants are planted by humans, and they are also food crops. Although you can see that they occupy all the flat land from a bird's eye view, you will find that the planting density is not large when you are in it. Almost every plant is separated by more than ten steps. There are also underground canals at the end of the field. The grooves under the surface flow very, very slowly. Their source is the high tower, and then flows into the wells along the canal.

Farmers draw water from these wells and carefully distribute it to the crops. The water in a well is only a shallow pool, and the radiated land is very large, so farmers must consider carefully and pour the water accurately on the roots and stems of the plants. This is purely artificial drip irrigation. There are no insect pests in this area, and there is no fertilizer to apply. Today, farmers are endlessly watering the plots they are responsible for.

The farmer's cracked lips stung, but he could never take a single drop of water from the bucket in his hand, because the "magic eyes" were patrolling, and they were flying low in the sky, taking turns to monitor.

Perhaps some "smart people" would think of observing the movements of these hateful eyes, but looking up is a high-risk matter - looking into the eyes of the magic eyes is a felony, and it will remember the appearance of the daring person, and the "witch master" behind it will punish the person or even the whole family with the most terrible punishment.

So the farmer's waist is always bent. But the magic eyes can't see what he is thinking: his daughter, little Lisa, has figured out witchcraft by herself!

According to her demonstration, as long as you concentrate and rub your palms together, your palms will become moist. The whole family can confirm that the drops of nectar dripping from between the palms are either sweat or pure, expensive water.

The farmer would rather it be sweat. When he was still young, there was a person of his age who was aware of his witchcraft. He disappeared forever before he could show off for a few days. Even the adults at that time never mentioned the rumors about him.

How could he keep his little daughter a secret? This was even more difficult than stealing water under the eyes of the devil.

2. Meeting of the witch lords

Shareanna is the name of this area. In the past, it was a vassal of a kingdom. However, after the ties with the sovereign were cut off and several rounds of internal turmoil occurred, this land had a group of new owners, and they shamelessly named the territory as a kingdom.

Strangely, these people did not call themselves kings or emperors, but called themselves witch lords. Some people said that it was the abbreviation of "Wizard Lord". As for why the name "Mage" disappeared, it was a delicate question that only the witch lords attending the meeting could answer.

But they were absolutely unwilling to answer this question.

Today was a rare day for several witch lords to meet and talk in secret. The host was proud of the furnishings of his palace. Ignoring the walls made of the same material as the red soil, you can see that the reception room is full of classical artworks, thick carpets and curtains, and various gilded solid wood furniture.

But if you look closely, you will find that the tables and chairs are not in a complete set, the artworks are placed in a messy manner, and the patterns of almost all porcelain plates and textiles are blurred. This is the result of repeated repairs with magic.

So the whole environment looks weird and decayed.     And the host here also took out a sugar cube jar and filled it with snow-white sugar cubes. Such generosity surprised all the guests-this is exactly the effect he wanted.

Of course, after this, the witch master had to keep staring at others to see who was ignorant and dared to take the second sugar cube with a thick face.

"It's rare to be able to gather you all." The oldest of the witch masters spoke. The age, strength and appeal of the "elder" are the most powerful among the present.

Only the second strongest and youngest young man could interrupt the "elder" at this time: "After all, we are used to living our own lives in the territory. We can only be safe if we are far away from each other. Otherwise, there will inevitably be bloodshed."

"This witch leader meeting is a major event related to the survival of all of us. First of all, there is the dust disaster. According to the law, the sky will fall again this year. Is the food storage in each territory enough?"

Speaking of this, everyone else looked nervous. The pink sky above them was the source of disaster. Deadly crystal dust would fall almost every twenty years. Everything that touched them would mutate, and dead things would become flourishing and messy. Unexpected changes will occur, and the flesh and blood of the living will undergo deformed mutations.

"This is the immediate disaster, and I also see the long-term disaster." The old man spoke as if he was stuck in phlegm, always with a "whoo" ending sound: "Have you noticed that the number of untouchables who have awakened their talents in the territory is increasing? The more?" He took out a piece of parchment with scrawled calculations on it. It took him a long time to read it carefully: "Based on my statistics and calculations."

The young man waved his hand impatiently: "We noticed it too, so what? What are you going to say?"

"Of course it's how to deal with these unstable factors."

"Wait, can we change our thinking?" The young man sat up from the sofa that had lost its elasticity: "Are you satisfied with your current life?"

The others didn't know what he wanted to say, and stared blankly at the young man's speech: "The life I'm talking about means treating ordinary candy bars as treasures, doing everything by ourselves, and calling for water every day like an old farmer." , repairing broken old furniture, and worrying about the life, old age, illness and death of a few animals - once a cow or sheep dies, it may mean that you can't even eat cheese and butter. Is this kind of life the life a lord should live?

"Don't say that you didn't go to the ground and he didn't plant the rice seedlings - yes, we rely on magic, but if we have to do everything ourselves, then all the talents and skills will be wasted on trivial matters. Everyone here One, oneself or one's parents are still mages and nobles from the old times. How do they enjoy their lives? "

After a brief silence, one participant said cautiously: "So what you mean is to select and teach witchcraft to more people so that they can serve us?"

"This is a process and a means. In short, the purpose I want is to liberate those of us who are wise and powerful from the damn tedious and repetitive meaningless things! Free up our hands to study skills and free up time to create more enjoyment. And art, if you still have the pursuit of being a nobleman, instead of happily being a farmer, just looking at the empty and barren fields, be happy!"

The young man's words were very provocative, and the listeners were thoughtful. The old man felt a dangerous tendency. He coughed dryly as if to clear the phlegm from his throat, and his voice was clearer and more urgent than before:

"You are still young, and I am old, so I am willing to forgive your offense and recklessness this time. Young Witch Master, I must remind you, and everyone here, the history of this land and the origin of the rules. This is a In a plane where resources are scarce, the spell casters who came here in the past and the nobles without the ability to cast spells cannot squeeze into this living room.

"There are many of them, and each of them considers himself noble and wants to live the best life. When the connection with the main plane is cut off and resources are no longer replenished, plundering, fighting and even wars between spellcasters, mages and nobles The chaos of wars and conquests between various territories, coupled with the arrival of transmutation dust, almost led to our extinction.

"Only when the number of winners is continuously reduced, balance and stability are gradually restored. We use witchcraft to create water, monopolize the source of life, use water to turn other untouchables into our serfs, control them, and force them to continuously provide food and exploit Minerals give us unconditional service and obedience

"Learning lessons from the past, if you want to maintain this fragile system, you must abide by two rules: The current thirteen witch masters are the limit of the number of people. We do not welcome more people to share resources, and there is not that much to share, unless you I can think of worse things; the second is to have an absolute monopoly and ensure that we are the source of water so that we can produce water.

"And your proposal is to destroy these two iron laws and beckon destruction for the sake of nothingness. We confirmed many years ago that the outside world has completely collapsed. Are we going to destroy ourselves too?"

The old man's eyes narrowed, but the young man was not afraid of that look. He continued to state his point of view bravely: "Do you think I want everyone to share witchcraft with the untouchables? No, no, no, you misunderstood me. We don't need it. Educate them, but need to develop more reliable and safer methods of use.”