Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 562 Who knows?

Rorschach and the dwarf brothers had a good chat. Perhaps this is the mutual appreciation between chemical and material dogs.

After selling another batch of the latest version of the explosive fermentation tank, Rorschach was in a good mood and drank a lot for the first time in a long time, and then found that he seemed to be only slightly drunk. This alone successfully convinced all the dwarves.

Whoever wants to drink water soaked with earthy tree roots with the elves, go ahead!
When he was drunk, Ruger began to say some vulgar words, and then turned back to the elves: "Oh, Master Rorschach should be prepared, I'm afraid those old guys with long sticks will come up with bad ideas."

"What evil idea?" It seemed that the dwarves and elves had more dealings with each other. Although the familiarity was full of prejudice, it did not stop Luo Xia from asking one more question.

Ruger's big nose turned red. "What other evil idea could it be? Nothing else. Isn't there a princess? They brought her here just to give her to Master Rorschach."

Rorschach was not drunk: "I know Hill, she is not that kind of person. Besides, aren't elves arrogant? How could they resort to such means?"

"Oh my, arrogance is a sign of raising prices, just like when we want to sell our products at a good price, we often brag about the scarcity of raw materials and the complexity of the process." The diplomatic attaché was outspoken: "In addition to the princess, I heard that there is also a saint among the gray elves. How about making a bet with me? If you ask, Master Rorschach, they can immediately let the saint visit Byrne as well."

"Mr. Ruger, please stop talking." Rorschach ended the topic and continued.

After finalizing the cooperation with the dwarves, there was really no need to continue negotiations with the elves. Rorschach, who had made up his mind, came back from the banquet, washed off the smell of alcohol, and met with the elf elders again as if nothing had happened.

This time, all the elders had embarrassed and sad expressions on their faces, and Hill was nowhere to be seen.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess is not feeling well and has left first." The elder evaded the question hesitantly.

Her presence or absence would not change Rorschach's mind. He talked to the elders again, and they still had the same excuse. Finally, a gray elf stood up and said, "Lord Rorschach, our tribe has a saint named Silsa, who is beautiful and heroic. I have heard of your name for a long time. As long as you agree, the saint can come to visit Byrne."

Should I praise Ruger's intelligence network? Or has the dwarf figured out his old rival? Rorschach took a deep breath and exhaled: "Get lost."

"I can still drink." Andre said as he vomited.

"Drink your head, you can't drink anymore." Rorschach was about to cast a healing spell on Andre to calm him down.

"Principal Caroline, my mission is accomplished, Luo. Luo."

"What did you say?" Rorschach was shocked, but unfortunately the spell had already been released. The blue light penetrated into Andre's forehead, making this guy wake up with a start.

The boy with a changed face immediately shook his head: "I mean today's work is finally done."

"Get out, get out, you too, go make sure those bean sprouts get out of my territory before coming back."

"Yes, I will ensure that the mission is completed!" Double-agent Andre immediately saluted and disappeared into the night.

Now Rorschach was alone, and he walked to the lake. This was a barrier lake formed by an abandoned mine in Kempson. The lake surface was now as smooth as a mirror, and the sky above and below the horizon was full of stars. "You are here, is this also within your sensing range?" Only Hill's voice was heard, and she herself did not show up.

"If we can't even detect this, how can we protect the Special Zone?"

"It's a large territory, and there are many great industries. A few years ago, I would never have thought that the little wizard who served as a caravan guard could achieve such success." Between words, Hill sighed silently, and Rorschach could imagine what it was like. After sighing, she continued, "I'm sorry, the elder made a very excessive request before, and I didn't agree, so I ran away without permission."

"Do you think I will agree?"

". Probably not." She hesitated: "If you can agree, then I..."

"What are you?" Rorschach was full of anger and finally exploded: "You are just a half-elf, not a god. You are not as noble and important as you and the elders imagine. You don't have to think that you are qualified to bear the fate of the entire clan." What a bullshit descendant of God, I am still a descendant of the dragon.

"I never did." Hill's words were filled with tears. Rorschach couldn't imagine his expression at this moment, because in his impression, Hill always had a cold and indifferent poker face.

But as Rorschach just said, it doesn't matter. He ignored the sobbing and said to the lake: "I am not a god. I don't have the final say over the Magic Guild and Byrne."

".The elders have investigated. According to our understanding, the current special zone was created by you. Can't you make the decision?"

"That's different. If you guys with long ears are really willing to learn more, you should find out what the special zones and guilds are lacking, then think about what you can provide, and then talk about it. This is the basis for me to agree." Rorschach became more and more annoyed. "If you do a little research, you will immediately know that there is a shortage of people here, there, in guilds and factories! There is a shortage of people everywhere! As long as they can provide labor with a certain degree of organization, even if they are just digging a ditch or repairing a road, we can thank the elves for their help instead of being moved by empty things.

"What value do you have that can be worth tens of thousands of laborers? Of course, if you are a mid-level spellcaster, it is possible. But it is not enough. We are short of people. We can use 100,000 people, 1 million or 10 million people, but there are too few qualified and available laborers now. Can you provide some?"

There was no response, only the sound of ripples slowly passing over the lake.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of unproductive people who play a game for too long. It is like a group of naughty children, all playing marbles, now everyone else is playing Subor learning machines, there is a long-eared kid who is still playing marbles, and wants to exchange the most beautiful marbles for others' learning machines.

After a long while, Hill finally spoke: "Labor. This may be difficult. The Empire will use the gray elves who have drifted into the territory as slaves, so they are very sensitive about these things now."

"That's the problem you face, not my problem, and it's not something the Magic Guild has to consider. We only ensure that all workers are equal in personality and no one will become a slave. Of course, even if I say that, you may not change or think of other ways." He was too lazy to point it out. Elves are not just gray elves. What are those who call themselves high elves doing when others are suffering?
Accepting the reality that Rorschach's attitude would not change, Hill finally asked, "So what do we do?"

"Don't consider the starship project as your only hope. It's better to seek the blessing of Dryas. He has revived and his power is growing stronger." Rorschach came up with an idea. In fact, he had always been doubting in his heart, could he escape from the Mother Goddess by escaping to the astral world? Many people, including many members of the Arcane Senate, thought so, but he always had doubts.

"If... If He is one of the incarnations of Mother Earth"

"." Rorschach raised his hand, and a faint blue glow appeared in his palm. It was originally a form of power bestowed on him by Dryaz. Now it points to His emblem and the barrier developed with His power. Thanks to Rorschach's efforts, it is spread all over the world and embedded in countless collectors and even spaceships patrolling the star realm, playing an important role.

To this day, there is only one thing to say: "Who knows?"

(End of this chapter)