A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 201 Rebuilding the Town Mage Tower

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Bart blurted out at the beginning.

"What's wrong with it? Female mages are quite common."

"Well, but very few of them start families. I'll respect Millie's wishes. This is too sudden." Bart was taken aback by Rorschach's retort, but ultimately gave the choice to the person involved.

Rorschach explained, "It's not about being a legal representative; it's about needing someone influential within the Duma River Trade Union after Fonda's rapid expansion. Mr. Pierre and the other Valois have already returned home, and I'm leaving Bain as well."

"Hassey and the people he promoted are ultimately still followers of the 'Bardorom' Chamber of Commerce, which I don't think is appropriate, and the Alliance may not accept them either."

"I am the young master of the merchant guild, and you think Amelia is suitable?"

Rorschach shook his head: "If she were merely your wife, I certainly wouldn't invite her. But Princess Amelia is also a princess of the Kingdom of Bain, and I'm sure Prince Otto would be happy to meet her. This aligns with our initial cooperative stance."

Rorschach only gradually understood the rules after arriving in Byrne for some time. "Fonda" had already taken over the original glass guild with just its bottle factory, and with the successful marketing at the wedding celebration, its size and scale could no longer be ignored by the trade alliance.

"Fonda" has been invited to participate in the Alliance's conference, but is currently in a similar observer phase. Rorschach does not need the participants to represent his will, but he will absolutely not allow the Baldorom Merchant Guild to occupy this spot and increase its votes.

Amelia was somewhat eager to try, but she honestly said, "But I have absolutely no relevant experience and cannot take on such work."

"No, you are Princess Byron, which is the best advantage. It will be extremely useful when communicating with the company and allies, and you can also train your own assistants and secretaries. As for abilities..."

Rorschach mercilessly used his friend as an example: "Knowing magic is certainly a necessary condition for becoming a resident mage, but it is by no means the main reason why Bart, whose spellcasting talent is only average, became the resident mage of Bain's second largest city."

Am I right, young master of the Baldorom Merchant Guild?

"What you're saying is true, my abilities are quite strong, and I learn magic pretty quickly, don't I?" Bart quickly changed the subject, he had already thought of something: "Amelia, I understand that you want to run the winery because you don't want to be idle. Perhaps Rorschach's proposal can better prove yourself."

Bart smiled at his beloved wife: "Show the same spirit you had before the wedding, slamming your fist on the table! With Millie's intelligence, she'll definitely be able to handle the job in the future." These words made Amelia a little embarrassed, but she tentatively agreed to Rorschach's request.

So the unscrupulous merchant not only sold this small family an expensive renovation plan, but also tricked someone into working in the factory.

Rorschach had other plans behind this move, and the princess of the Kingdom of Byrne would serve as a role model.

Currently, only workshops, such as the textile and dyeing industries, absorb women from rural and urban lower classes. As for the many noble and merchant women, who are well-educated and sensible, they are merely a bargaining chip in the marriage market, at best serving as housekeepers, etiquette instructors, and dance teachers.

So how much labor was wasted? Can we tolerate this? With Princess Amelia as a shining example, it will be natural for more literate and educated women to take on clerical and other tasks, at least reducing the resistance to promotion.

After Bart led Rorschach into the house, Rorschach completely changed the couple's plans, and the two even happily entertained the one who had created the terrible idea. Bart put away the blueprints and insisted on showing Rorschach around.

Construction was scheduled to begin the following day. After making the contact, Bart reminded his friend, "The engineering team dispatched by the Empire will be here soon."

The resident mages and the magic guilds are not part of the same system, and the Imperial Council intentionally avoided involving the Stonemasons Brotherhood in the construction, so it's obvious who is suitable to contract this project.

A mini airship appeared in the sky above Würzburg, its skin made of thin wooden planks. The propellers stopped spinning when they reached the edge of the city, and machinery and a dwarf engineering team were lowered from the ropes above.

The foreman, dressed like a pilot, with goggles on his head and a well-tailored black leather jacket, said, "Butter, it's great that you figured it out and chose the best design!"

"He's the engineer in charge of the reconstruction, Jason," Bart introduced them. "This is my good friend Rorschach, a mid-level mage."

The dwarven foreman strode (by their standards) up to Rorschach, extending his hand as he sized him up: "Bart, kid, so there are mages younger and more powerful than you! Rorschach, kid, which town's resident mage are you?"

Rorschach noticed that Jason had a straight-bladed machete tucked into his waistband as he walked. No wonder his pricing was so precise; he was a leather-clad knife-wielder.

He bowed and shook hands: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jensen. I'm not the resident sorcerer; I've only promised a friend that I would design a protective array for his tower."

"Can you do it? Rorschach, kid, don't blame me for being blunt."

"I studied with Master Poincaré at the Tower of Stars."

"Hmm, never heard of it." Jason stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and gave up. "'Master' means you're a student of an archmage, right? Well, then you're good. Don't blame me when you're inspecting the circuits, Bart."

The dwarf construction team moved swiftly, immediately starting work upon arrival. They began by clearing away the soil, rocks, and remaining clumps of organic matter from the original site.

Since Bain is located in the south of the empire, and dwarves are not commonly seen by the local residents, these comical, incredibly strong, and loudly chattering fellows quickly attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

To ensure safety and minimize disturbance, construction was fenced off, but instead of sheet metal, they used ropes and cloths for easy crawling in and out. The foundation was intact, but the supports were all broken. Rorschach offered his "Stone Shaping Technique," which could fuse the new stone with the broken wall, proving to be a great help.

The dwarves weren't just strong; Rorschach observed that when cutting building materials, they used a rough hammer blow, yet they could always produce roughly square bricks with straight cracks, showing that they had some skill involved.

"Left, left, left, that's too far, a little more to the right." [Kirin Arm] is one of Luo Xia's strengths, allowing him to operate the crane while being equivalent to three dwarves.

After finishing his work, Rorschach shouted, "Wait a minute! Butt, Jason!"

"What's wrong?" "What's up, Rorschach? You did a great job."

Rorschach, covered in dust, coughed up the inhaled dirt. "Two questions," he said. "First, how did I end up here dusting people? Second, what are those dwarves doing? Even resting shouldn't be this excessive!"

Bart and the foreman looked in the direction Rorschach was pointing. They saw that the onlookers had actually brought out tables and chairs to watch, and some dwarves had slipped out of the fence. Some were arm wrestling with local residents, and some were drinking with a pot-bellied old man.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

Amid cheers and encouragement from their respective groups of friends and family, the dwarf and the challenger each held a large wine jug and competed to gulp down wheat juice.

What a harmonious picture of friendship first, wheat beer second, and competition third between humans and dwarves.

"Pfft~ Ha!" The human was the first to finish. The dwarf followed closely behind, wiping his white beard stained with foam, and stubbornly insisted:

"It doesn't feel as potent as our beer."

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