Mage? Spell Engineer!

"Don't blink." Luo Xia spread his hands to show everyone that he had nothing in his hands. Everyone held their breath and the venue was so quiet that you could hear the birds chirping in the forest.

Then he flicked his right wrist, and an extra package suddenly appeared.

"Open it, you can eat it." He gave it to the nearest child, and then said to everyone, "You have everything, a little gift."

"Ah, it's so sweet." The child opened the bag and found a slightly transparent candy. He put it in his mouth and was very intoxicated.

It's nothing fancy. The trick just now was that Rorschach took out the brown sugar prepared for the secondary plane from the Najie. It happened to be divided into dozens of packages, each package weighing about half a catty. When given to children, he teased them and used magic to pretend to be a magic master.

"Okay, okay!" The villagers clapped and gathered around to receive it.

Rorschach handed out candies and looked at the color of the paper package in his hand - don't give others the shock crystal powder!

Some people took out one and started licking it slowly, while others started chewing it directly. The most knowledgeable ones would crush the sugar in a wine glass, and then mix it into a small cup of light beer, turning it into expensive mead. In an era when wine is not only not made into dry red wine but also has sugar and honey added to it, the sweet taste is never enough.

The countryside is backed by the black forest, where you can eat honey. The settlement further south has the ability to domesticate a kind of furry bees. But the scarce honey was used as medicine and was given to the lord to offset taxes. Even if he kept it for himself and ate it, it would only be diluted with cereal paste.

One person has one bag of candy, Luo Xia is a generous man, and everyone has luxuries when he comes back.

According to Rorschach, it will only be the other way around in the future. Brown sugar is slightly better, and people will still buy it if it is packaged as traditional handmade products. Glucose syrup and white sugar will be at the bottom of the contempt chain, and the wild honey that everyone eats is the most sought after source of sweetness.

A magic show started in a small village during the winter festival. The audience was fascinated by just relying on the [Mage Hands] invisible to others to make things float and even pick up children. There was also a clever use of [Resuscitation Technique] to dry fruits. It was restored to a fresh fruit. During the process, I accidentally failed to control my strength and directly caused the seed to explode into a small seedling. The result was even greater applause.

Rorschach wondered in a humorous way, if one day there were too many spellcasters, and some spellcasters wanted to make a living by performing, would the "magic revealers" in the audience become like: I know this, it is [Silent Phantom] , level 1 spells are nothing special.

"Look, everyone, there's nothing in the cup." Rorschach, who was standing on the table, poured out the cup, exposed the bottom of the cup and showed it to the audience. Then, beep, beep, the cup was filled. The villagers passed the cup around respectfully, as if the water inside was not pure water but holy water.

The cup returned to Rorschach's hand, and he raised it to the sky. Everyone exclaimed at the spilled water, and saw that the spilled water did not fall again, but hovered in the air. Rorschach used his ice hands to freeze and hold the ice particles, "activating" and "mapping" them.

The element of earth is more complex than its actual composition, and the element of water is easier to shape. I saw the ice in the air transforming from an irregular shape into a beautiful sword. It landed steadily and was held by Luo Xia. At this time, his purple and black robes caught the wind, just like the legendary brave man, and got the attention of the villagers. Waves of applause and cheers.

In the end, in order to prevent children from getting injured while playing with the temporary "Village Sword" made of ice, Master Rorschach finally injected an excessive amount of magic power into it, causing it to explode into fine small ice crystals in the light and disperse, which gained high recognition from adults and approval from little kids. Deeply sorry.

At this point, the magic show of the Winter Festival has come to a successful conclusion. The empire's intermediate spellcaster Rorschach has made outstanding contributions to the spiritual civilization construction of the rural population in his hometown.

"Master Rorschach is so powerful! Why haven't you seen our resident mage show his skills?"

"No, I wear gold and silver every day and carry a walking stick wherever I go. At first glance, I look like a bluff."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, don't tell the truth either"

The resident mage who was lying innocently in the town shivered, paused signing the documents, and fiddled with the firewood in the fireplace to make it brighter.

He remembered a piece of news he received during dinner: "Master Rorschach has returned to the village?"

"Yes. Do you want me to get his information?" the apprentice and assistant replied.

"No need, this information is just a piece of waste paper for the parliament, there is nothing to tell."

Naturally, a small mountain village would not work at night like the resident mage.

After everyone put out the bonfire and took the pots and pans back to their homes, they were about to go to bed. Staying up late means more fuel and more food support, and is the privilege of non-manual workers in cities and towns.

So no matter what Rorschach's schedule is, he has to sleep. It's not that there's a lack of light, it's that flipping through books would disturb others - there are no guest rooms in rural houses!

Although the house is divided into many rooms, it is mainly divided into kitchens, storage rooms and even semi-open rooms for the precious cows to spend the winter. To save fuel, families sleep in one room or even one bed, even if they have guests.

Rorschach's younger siblings—Franz and Angel, whom he had never seen in his memory and whose names he only knew through letters—were driven into the attic to make room for Rorschach.

"It's full of dried wheat straw. It's so warm that they won't freeze to death."

"I think I could sleep on the rooftop loft."

"How can this be done!"

"A mage can't freeze! It's a little cold in a small attic like Angel's." Franz was ten years old. He happened to be born the same year that Rorschach started studying. He was already able to help his parents with farm work. His sister was right. Must be six years old.

Old Mekler no longer insisted. Like most of the male housekeepers in the village, he was a stubborn person, but he did whatever he said to Master Rorschach who returned home. He just silently took out a coarse cloth bag stuffed with wheat straw and a bag of straw. Sheepskin.

"Rorschach, can you tell me the story of the mage?" My sister's voice came from the darkness.

Angel's parents didn't stop her, maybe they wanted to hear it too.

Rorschach's voice came from the roof: "There is a very tall tower in the capital of the kingdom in the south. It was built by magicians and dwarves to celebrate the king's birthday. From the tower, you can see the entire capital from the top, and the king The night he is born, he will light the world's largest torch and scatter many stars into the sky and the city."

"I want to see it too. Can you pick up the scattered stars?"

"There will be a chance."

Rorschach also talked about the scenery of the secondary plane, avoiding talking about the dangers encountered during the period - if he talked about those things now, the old Merkels might be thinking wildly and worrying in his absence.

Eight and four.

This was the time Rorschach woke up the next day.

"Are you awake?" Mrs. Merkle said with a smile: "Eat the wheat porridge, mixed with milk and last night's broth. It has been warming on the stove."

Old Mekler took little Franz to feed the cattle and collect firewood early in the morning - he could take advantage of the lack of snow in the past few days to pick up some. Fuel is extremely precious, especially in the winter in rural areas.

"You should call me." Luo Xia's habit in the Holy Kingdom was to get up at 7:30. Without a mobile phone, it seemed to be easy to go to bed early and get up early. So now no one calls him to get up. The bell in the countryside only rings at noon, but Rorschach doesn't get up too late.

"It must have been a long, long journey. I should let you sleep a little longer." The woman had never been further than the town. For a long time, she and Rorschach had been separated by a distance that she could not imagine.

"Our archmage is awake?" Old Mekler shouted angrily outside the house. He and Franz came back holding Zamu.

Rorschach went out to find him. The boy had something very important to confirm.

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