A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 241 Victory Celebration Banquet

Now that His Majesty the King had left, the research and development team no longer needed to linger in the square. They boarded a boat and headed in the opposite direction of the hunting grounds, returning to the place where the telegram was "born".

"Cheers!"

The laboratory greenhouse is filled with a joyful atmosphere at this moment.

The members of the experimental group raised their glasses together, not to celebrate His Majesty the King's beloved dog's successful delivery, but to mark the successful launch of the group's first project.

With the finest sparkling wine from the south of the kingdom, lobster with bell pepper sauce prepared by a top chef, and herb-stirred lamb chops, if there's anything missing for Rorschach, it might be the bold, red text on the screen: "Warmest congratulations on the successful completion of the long-distance communication technology research mission."

There were no breaks during this period, and everyone was present every day. Such a schedule was normal for the guys in the alchemy department, but it was exhausting for everyone else. Therefore, Snow said that everyone would have a break after the first project was completed.

Andrei, drinking for the first time, lost control of his facial expressions due to the stimulation of bubbles and alcohol. All his facial features were contorted, and when they relaxed, his face was flushed.

"Little brother Andrei, your alcohol tolerance isn't great!" An alchemist who was somewhat familiar with Andrei put his arm around him, clutching the bottle and about to refill his glass. "Come on, drink more! You can build up your tolerance through practice!"

Andrei didn't want to drink anymore, but he couldn't refuse. Just as the bottle was about to be filled, Luo Xia noticed his embarrassment, sat down on the other side of Andrei, and stepped in to stop the bottle from tipping over: "Andrei, it's not safe for you to go home alone tonight, drunk."

Fortunately, the monk wasn't one to force others to drink. After dozing off for a while, he changed the subject: "Monk Rorschach is right. This time, everything went so smoothly thanks to you. Come, toast Monk Rorschach!"

He raised his glass high, and the others echoed, "A toast to Venerable Rorschach!"

This was certainly exhilarating. Rorschach thought for a moment, then raised his glass as well: "To the Magic Guild!" He suddenly realized there were other Muggle engineers: "To every contributor of wisdom! To our team!"

Such a large luncheon is unusual; the custom in the Holy Kingdom is to save the best wines and most sumptuous dishes for the evening, even though that would be a burden on the stomach. The former artillery academy instructors disregarded these traditions and simply feasted—many of them hadn't had a proper meat feast in a long time.

"Our team members are all hungry wolves," Snow said, raising an eyebrow. He saw an instructor enjoying a lamb chop. Although he was still using a knife and fork instead of eating it with his hands, he was just cutting it hastily off the bone and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing it with the greatest force and intensity.

Others maintained their elegance, patiently cutting the food into palatable shapes, carefully avoiding showing their teeth when putting it in their mouths, and never puffing out their cheeks while chewing.

The youngest intermediate mage was also eating his lamb chops. Snow saw the boy take the meat to his plate, pick up his knife and fork with both hands, and then fork up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Do you need to use the "Decomposition Technique" even to eat a meal?

Snow didn't know that Rorschach used the disintegration magic most often when dividing food.

After finishing the lamb chops, Rorschach prepared to tackle the roast chicken. The victory celebration didn't employ any servants to attend to the secret laboratory; it was a self-service affair, supposedly originating from the dwarven pirates of the north. The food was piled on the long table, and Rorschach couldn't reach the roast chicken with just his hands, so he naturally used his [Mage Hand].

A drill instructor sat beside him, watching with some envy as the chicken leg flew in and landed steadily on the boy's plate. After a moment's hesitation, the instructor asked in a low voice, "Master Rorschach, could you please get me some vanilla sauce?"

He pointed to the sauce a little further away, which was also inaccessible without leaving his seat.

"Of course." Rorschach's [Hand of the Mage] lifted the sauce cup, which, in the instructor's eyes, appeared as a gleaming silver utensil floating steadily, precisely pouring pesto onto his plate.

"Thank you! That's amazing."

Rorschach was both amused and exasperated. "What's so amazing about this?"

Others also noticed the flying sauce bowls, and soon fine wine and food filled the air above the table. Many monks helped fetch food for the ordinary people sitting next to them.

Snow watched all this while eating, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A few days ago, Kano accidentally learned about Baditz's dismissal and flew into a rage. Snow still remembers how the flesh on the master's face trembled when he was angry.

"Master Snow, I must emphasize that in addition to the experimental project itself, 'collaboration between mages and knowledgeable ordinary people' is also an experiment I want you to undertake."

"As the leader of the group, you must foster a good relationship between the two sides! I don't want to hear similar messages again, I don't want to hear you say 'He's just an insignificant guy'!"

After reminiscing, the monk's gaze returned to the banquet scene.

The instructors sang a song from the military era, "The Enemy Cannot Cross Our Lines," and some of the men from the Alchemy Department took out sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) from their storage bags and played chords for them.

"Black Hawk flew over the town, believing victory was within his grasp."

"Crows come across the sea and fill the fields and ditches."

"At the sound of the Valois rooster crowing, brothers, rise up and fight!"

"Our heroes stand guard at the pass, protecting the gateway to Valois; you will never be able to pass!"

The crow that's crossing the sea is clearly Istani, so Black Hawk can only be the Empire. Black Hawk Rorschach enjoys the passionate singing of the rooster instructors and claps along to the beat.

Hopefully, when that day comes, you will all be able to do better than you sing, and not be swiftly defeated by the Imperial Army in Valuvana.

After the serious tune, it was time for the less serious Moulin Rouge tune. Rorschach summoned a ball of light and made it emit RGB lighting effects. When the others saw this, they exclaimed, "Wow, they can do this!" The guys all followed suit, and the shed turned into a tacky disco that was hundreds of years ahead of its time.

Snow nodded to himself, "This is good enough."

"Goodbye!" The banquet and song party ended, and it was already evening. Those who had drunk too much boarded speedboats, and the small boats, as they accelerated, practically lay on the gunwale, trying to bait the fish in the Seine River. *Ugh...ugh...*

"Should I go too?" Rorschach's main focus was on eating, and he only drank sparkling wine, so he wasn't drunk. But he also wanted to enjoy his vacation and wanted to take the last speedboat back to his dorm.

"Wait, Master Rorschach! Wait, Brother Andrei!"

pat.

Snow's large hand held Rorschach in one hand and Andrei, who was trying to escape with his teacher, in the other.

"Hey Snow, do you lift weights every day? Your arm strength isn't up to AP standards!" Rorschach tried to take a few steps forward, but couldn't move at all. It felt like Snow was going to push him into the ground. He could only watch as the last instructor, carrying a pile of mud, left.

When Rorschach looked back, he saw that the other men from the Alchemy Department, who had been drunk, were also casting spells on him or taking out antidotes and gulping them down to remove all the negative effects of alcohol.

Are you planning something big? Rorschach sensed something unusual.

A short while later, a speedboat from the city sped towards the experimental shed, creating a five-meter-high wake. Before the airship even came to a stop, two fully armored warriors on board pushed off and, with incredible agility, performed two and a half somersaults in the air before landing steadily.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted behind Rorschach.

(End of this chapter)