Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 502 Big Brother is Good to You
It is not impossible that Rorschach's information channels could learn the approximate location of a brigadier general of the Imperial Army. At least the guys in the logistics department, after having food, drink and other things in the special zone, would not mind doing the archmage a small favor.

But they only dared to reveal vague details, such as telling Rorschach that the emperor had recently sent a medal to a new general, which was delivered by express horse to the border of a certain state. Any more precise location would be confidential.

In other words, Rorschach has to find it himself.

The solution he found was simple. He carried Franz to high altitude and asked, "Richard? Brigadier General Richard?"

Dozens of kilometers away, Richard's ear was pricked, and it seemed that he was hallucinating. It was the voice of [Radio Communication]!

Who would use the telepathy technique to call out my nickname? Richard felt strange in a trance. The voice was weak and distorted, and the brigadier general could not tell the other party's identity for a while. It was late at night, of course Richard was not afraid, but he felt uncomfortable all over.

He thought for a moment and replied in a formal tone: "Please identify the caller. Please identify the caller."

Unexpectedly, the voice soon became clear: "You will know it in a moment."

Richard suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: he was targeted!

[Radio Wave Communication] Currently, there are two ways of communication: one is broadcasting in all directions, and the other is to send signals concentratedly to a conical space covering the target.

The first time someone called him, he responded by broadcasting. The second time the call quality suddenly improved, which meant that his location was clear.

This is impossible! He and other military mages often use this spell, and no one has ever been able to grasp the sender's location with just one sentence. For example, now he has no sense of the source of the caller's voice.

Richard quickly stood up from his desk, loaded his pistol with skillful movements, and prepared to cast a spell.

coming!

"I'm here. I'm sorry to bother you so late at night." This sentence turned from [Radio Communication Technique] into actual speech, and Rorschach also turned from a virtual and accelerated flying state to a physical body, and his forehead hit the muzzle of the pistol.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's me, Rick, don't shoot!"

"Since it's you, it's okay for me to pull the trigger, right?" Richard said unhappily, "If I call the guards, I don't know what a commotion it would cause. Rorschach, you're breaking into a military camp like this and it's a serious violation of the law!"

"Your troops are not vigilant enough. The general is a spellcaster, but he has no precautions against mages." Rorschach said stubbornly.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief, put away his gun, and dispersed the activated magic. Only then did he notice that there was a young man next to Rorschach who looked not very well, his face was pale and he was shaking all over.

Rorschach patted Franz on the back and simultaneously patted a stream of blue light into his body: "I just came back from Valois and brought you some local specialties."

"The gift is a person?"

"He was an Imperial soldier, but was captured by the National Guard. He fell into my hands because he told everyone he met that 'Rorschach is my brother'. Franz, salute General Richard!"

"Yes!" Franz immediately perked up, straightened his chest and tightened his abdomen to salute Richard.

"What are you doing?" Richard felt that Rorschach was a little erratic today.

Fortunately, Rorschach finally talked to him about the real business, but he used the [Communication Technique] to bypass Franz. Richard showed an expression of sudden realization and understanding, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Franz and said, “According to convention, a general can bring servants trained by his family as guards. Although I don’t have any, you can stay in my department under this name.

"I didn't want to bring this up, but you have a good brother."

Franz immediately saluted again: "Thank you, brother! Thank you, General!" "It's okay, it's okay." Rorschach patted his shoulder encouragingly: "Now that you are under Richard's command, you must obey the orders of your superiors and follow their instructions."

"Yes!"

Franz was temporarily arranged to sleep in Richard's tent. The next morning, he was escorted out of the camp by Rorschach and put on a military carriage.

Franz felt something was wrong, but after all, the people traveling in the carriage were all soldiers. They were slightly surprised to see Franz was the last one to get on, but they didn't say much.

There were two horses running side by side in front of the carriage, and riding them were Richard's adjutant and another officer.

The adjutant explained the background of Franz, who was the last to get on the carriage: "The general has a relative's child who is enrolled in the military academy. He is not a formal student, but an orderly. He is given the job of sweeping the toilet and flushing the toilet, so that he can take classes for free."

Another officer was surprised: "A relative of the general? How can this be arranged?"

"Well, it's for experience." The lieutenant remembered Richard's (paraphrasing Rorschach's) instructions: "Let him do all the dirty and tiring work, but there are two points: be gentle when giving corporal punishment, and make sure to keep an eye on him while he studies."

The officer suddenly realized: "I understand, it's the young master whose family can't control him, so he came to the military academy to be strict."

"Yeah, just get the spirit of it."

On the other side, Rorschach and Richard were walking in the woods outside the camp.

"His Majesty the Emperor has completely lost trust in the military wizard. He has installed a set of magic-banning devices in the palace, and has not stepped out of the palace since he ascended the throne. Unless..."

"Always on?"

"Well, the technical department has made another breakthrough. Now the low-frequency magic-blocking device can operate continuously. That's why I said one group. There are three devices in the palace that block magic power alternately."

Is this a demon?

Then Rorschach thought of the order placed by the Imperial Army: "Some time ago, the Logistics Department contacted me, hoping to build hundreds of collectors on the southern line. I said it was impossible, and they turned around and asked if they could provide long-term supply and sign a large order.

"Could it be to power a long-lasting magic-suppression device?"

Richard thought for a moment and agreed with Rorschach's conjecture: "The Dwarven Confederation supported by the Empire won the civil war, and as a reward they received a large amount of mithril and other rare metals. However, the market price of mithril remains high, and I think it has all been absorbed by the Empire."

"Then making it into a magic-proof device is a very likely consumable item." Rorschach said, thinking in his heart whether he could get a share of this batch of mithril. Doesn't the Imperial Army want a collector? That thing also requires mithril.
"If this is true, a dead magic zone will appear on the border of the empire. Aren't you worried, Master Rorschach?"

"No. They asked me to be their supplier!"

"In fact, there are other technologies that convert energy into magic power. They don't necessarily rely on your transmutation dust." After leaving the system of the military wizard, especially leaving the information cocoon of the Necromancer, Richard was finally able to obtain more information, especially about Rorschach. He discovered that this good friend had been very active in recent years.

"I know. But they still chose to use magic to block magic instead of burning coal. In fact, if they want to keep the device running, high-density transmutation dust is almost their only choice."

"I wish I were as confident as you. Now the defensive faction is advocating the final line of defense. I hope it can become the 'Wall of Sighs' for the Valois people, especially the mages."

"I'm afraid not." The spear and the shield are always competing with each other, and the continuous anti-magic device will definitely be less effective than the instantaneous release. Therefore, Rorschach is skeptical about whether a complete dead magic zone can be created.

His next task is to break through the spellcasting taboos in the dead magic zone.

(End of this chapter)