Mage? Spell Engineer!

"The Imperial Embassy invites me to a cocktail party tonight, but I don't drink." Rorschach felt that Kano should be informed of this regardless of whether he was going or not.

"Finally invited you? They must not be able to sit still after the king's night banquet. Go, go openly and wear the best mage robe. You are a spellcaster, and it is you who have the final say whether you drink or not." Nuo was writing in the office without looking up.

"What's this?"

"Exam papers. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I have to give you the history of magic papers before the holidays and give them the exam when I come back."

"Isn't time a little tight?" In this way, it is only a little more than ten days, and the history of magic is a big book.

"You can go to the library on the second and third floors to see if there are any question banks from previous years."

Rorschach suddenly realized that there was a possibility that was even worse than the test paper: "I won't have to take the test after the holiday, right?"

Kano finally stopped writing, raised his head and looked at the boy: "You don't have to, he is already an official mage. Let me proctor the exam. In addition, after the holidays, go to the magic guild to make an appointment for the mage assessment. Your kid is probably an intermediate mage now and needs to re-register. That's enough. Not even the worst, he's a level three spellcaster, now, let's activate the badge and take a look."

When he was an apprentice at the academy, Rorschach, like most apprentices, had no idea how the mage level was assessed!

I don’t know what it is like in the Tower of Stars and other magic towers. The empire’s academies intentionally or unintentionally maintain the information barrier between apprentices and mages. Most teachers will not take the initiative to tell apprentices what it will be like to become an official mage. Rorschach doesn’t know if there is any hidden information. sexual regulations.

For Rorschach, his level was not displayed on the panel, and the only indicator was the guild badge.

Rorschach took it out and lit it up. It was indeed blue and purple. No, it's already purple.

"How is the level of a mage determined?"

"You don't know? Didn't the Imperial Academy tell you?"

Rorschach shook his head: "I don't know, even the apprentices in our academy probably don't know."

"Actually, there are only three stages that the badge can sense, from elementary to advanced, corresponding to the three colors of blue, purple, and red." Kano took out his badge and lit it up, which was completely dark red:

"The third level is divided into three small levels by the guild to get nine levels. Upgrading within the large level can be done by evaluating your contribution to the magic world, such as hunting harmful species in the past and publishing papers. You can also compete with senior There is a set of rules for mage battles among mages of the lower level. In short, the promotion to the third level is manually assessed by the magic guild. The original intention was to encourage mages to communicate with each other and spread knowledge."

Rorschach understood: "So the third level is determined by objective factors? The strength of the spell caster?"

Kano nodded: "It can be said that if the color of the badge changes successfully, a first-level mage can also be directly promoted to the fourth intermediate level. However, if the color of the badge remains unchanged, no matter how much contribution you make, you will not be able to advance to the next major level. .”

Kano spread his hands, and his badge was dismantled and floated into the air. Rorschach saw that the badge inside was a flashing red pattern.

"This pattern is inherited from ancient times. It was first the symbol of the secret organization Arcane Monastery, the predecessor of the Senate. According to our research, it is a secret deed pointing to a great existence, which can accurately sense the energy of the person who is injected with the ether. The strength of the spellcasting never goes wrong."

"This great being."

"Unknown. Some people think it is evidence of the existence of the God of Magic, and think it is the Holy Emblem. The Arcane Monastery is indeed like an ascetic religious organization. In that era, mages have always been lonely, and the Monastery has its own records. Just be disciplined.”

Yes, there are gods in every field, so how can there be no gods in magic? But Rorschach recalled that it only existed in Bud's prayers when he went to the doctor in a hurry before the exam and begged his grandfather and grandma.

"But there is a problem. There has never been a record of the God of Magic! There is no information, epics or traces! The Hermitage has never recorded what gods it believes in!" Kano smiled:

"So the very paradoxical situation continues to this day: people who don't believe in the God of Magic continue to do so, and mages who believe in the God of Magic think that the gods are unwilling to expose themselves and deliberately erase the traces of their existence. They have to pretend to obey the wishes of the gods. Do not believe."

Okay, it's mysterious whether it exists or not. It's magic.

Before the cocktail party in the evening, Kano asked the Alchemy Department to lend Rorschach an alchemy carriage to support the party - his own coachman went drinking. Rorschach pointed out that he was alone and no one was playing the role of coachman. Snow took out the latest product of the Alchemy Department:

"Smart doll! The inside is carved with a constant-temperature magic circle made of century-old oak, and the outside is covered with second-generation alchemical gel to simulate skin. It is gentle and non-irritating." The body is a female model that tries its best to be lifelike. After putting on the coachman's clothes, the wig is taken off and the hat is lowered. Immediately, the mithril thread on the reins was extended to the carriage.

This couldn't be a product that the brother from the Alchemy Department used to solve his personal problems. Rorschach shuddered. Then he thought about it and no one stopped the Star Tower car at night, so that was it.

Before leaving, Rorschach heard Kano say to Snow seriously: "If you have time like this, why not give the brothers a holiday and go out to find a suitable partner, even if you go to the Moulin Rouge."

The embassy is the former Kress Mansion purchased by the Empire, a historic five-story building. Among the shoulder-to-shoulder apartments on Muxi Street in District 7, it is the only one that tyrannically circles the garden and backyard, occupying an open space on the left and right. The emblem of the empire is hung above the door, and the black eagle flag of the empire is hung high.

Rorschach was in the stable and hurriedly stuffed the doll into the carriage while the receptionist was not paying attention.

"Where is your coachman? You can't move around here freely."

"He is used to resting in the carriage. This is one of the few opportunities for him to enjoy the velvet cushions, so we won't disturb him."

The waiter nodded and took Rorschach into the hall of the mansion. His robe attracted everyone's attention.

There are two or three small round tables in the hall, with desserts piled high on them, mainly cakes. The long tables on both sides contained small plates of salty food and drinks. The proud classical music of the Empire floated under the chandelier, and guests attended the event in formal attire and mingled with drinks.

Damn it, this is a reception, not enough to eat and no chairs. Rorschach realized he might have made a mistake coming.

"You must be the Rorschach! I am the Imperial Ambassador to Valuauna, Gottfried. It's great to have you here."

"Mr. Viscount, it is an honor for me to receive the invitation."

Men and women came wearing shiny leather boots or dragging long dress skirts. The differences between the two countries can also be seen here. Men in the Holy Kingdom also prefer bright colors, such as highly saturated fruit green with white silk, while the Empire’s formal wear even Women also tend to wear sober or dark tones, and it is even less likely to see the generous necklines of married women in Valuvana.

"Master Rorschach, you are so young! Don't you have a female companion? This is my daughter's portrait, take a look."

This lord or that big businessman gathered around to chat, and the topic finally shifted from Rorschach's emotional state to what they were more concerned about - the secondary plane "Salayanna Region".

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