A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 337 A chilling thought?

Fortunately, Master Humboldt mentioned a detail: "When transferring a soul to a container, the issue of affinity must also be considered. As far as the spellcaster is concerned, a plant substitute is easier to receive a soul than a clay substitute. As a spellcaster proficient in nature magic, one cannot use this spell to bring one's own soul into a construct unless the spellcaster creates it personally."

Even the most powerful spellcaster cannot compare to the Primordial One, who could broadcast souls throughout the entire realm of existence like Him. It is merely a simple transfer, and there are still many limitations.

However, the influence of affinity on the transfer process gave Rorschach an idea. In his previous life, separating mixed gases by using adsorbents and utilizing the different adsorption capacities of various substances at their adsorption sites was a common method of separation and purification.

"Then I can't use a substitute constructed with the original magic. For my own soul, this body is definitely the one with the strongest affinity."

The boy's inner monologue suddenly stopped.

It's true that Rorschach's soul is in Rorschach's body, but he's a transmigrator, specifically a soul transmigrator.

When he transmigrated, he inherited the original owner's spellcasting abilities. The two even shared a name with different written languages ​​but identical pronunciations. This can no longer be explained as a coincidence. Is it also a matter of affinity? Then who is the "spellcaster" behind it all?

Rorschach's mind flashed to the name of a being he had been hearing frequently lately, but he quickly shook his head and convinced himself, "Forget it, what can I do now?" A being that can cross worlds to pull people away, what can he do to such a being now?

Instead, let's focus on the immediate tasks and improve our capabilities.

What would be a container that is suitable for "artificial souls" but not for "human souls"?

Rorschach's first thought was the technology he had picked up from Istani; he needed to create a general-purpose computing core as a container for an artificial soul.

In this way, he will obtain a powerful tower spirit without needing the ninth-ring [Construct Enlightenment Technique]. Moreover, the structure, which imitates the "Truth Machine," will have expandability.

"Rorschach, what's with those mud and wooden figures outside? Don't let Amelia see them, they'll scare her." When Bart returned, he was terrified by the abstract stand-ins beneath his tower. These things, formed from mud and tree roots, were the size of people, with barely discernible facial features. Their empty eyes and mouths equally intimidated everyone who passed by.

"Sorry, I forgot to check my emails for a moment."

Bart completed the task Roscia had asked him to do: "Otto has agreed to attend. Now that his older brother is back, our second prince needs to find something new to do. You should ensure your manager arrives in Wirtz in three days."

Then Rorschach asked the resident mage to hire all the watchmakers in the city who had the ability to make clocks to complete the parts of the calculation core, and then have the best one assemble it.

Rorschach brought out a copy of the blueprints, which also filled a small box:

"Look, there are so many blueprints, so the more people we can find, the better. I guess we'll also need a skilled blacksmith."

Bart had no idea what the blueprints represented; all he saw were countless small, intricately shaped parts and their dimensions, as well as an assembly diagram beyond his comprehension: "What is this thing? Rorschach, before you came I was bothered by all sorts of little things for the residents of Wirtz, and now that you're here I seem to be even busier."

"This is to prepare for the Tower Spirit." Rorschach's pie successfully motivated Bart, and he even refused the cost of materials and processing fees that Rorschach offered.

"First of all, we're friends. Secondly, I remember what you said about the 'Pioneer Project,' right? We agreed to use it on my tower first. Your mage tower isn't even built yet, and there's nowhere to put the tower spirit once it's made."

The manufacturing processes for all components of the general-purpose computing unit are essentially the same as those for watch parts. In fact, the earliest precision machines were all made by watchmakers.

In the afternoon, Rorschach's friend gathered all the masters he could find. The mage tower couldn't accommodate them, so they moved to Bart's manor halfway up the mountain; Amelia wasn't there at the time.

"This is Mr. Boles, the best watchmaker in the city," Bart introduced the project leader to Rorschach, a small old man in a black vest, his head bald to the point of reflecting light, a magnifying glass clipped to his right eye, who elegantly gestured to Rorschach.

It is said that he designed and made a pure silver swan that was not only graceful and lifelike, but also had every feather hand-sculpted, and could raise its head and flap its wings when wound up.

Another piece is a music box with tiny figures inside. When wound up, it not only plays music, but the figures can even write. It is now in the collection of the emperor.

Behind him were all sorts of companions, including the resident mage, the king's son-in-law, and the young master of the Baldorom Merchant Guild. In short, the combined power of these three made it impossible for anyone to refuse.

"Ingenious machine! It rivals the best timepiece in Valois." For secrecy, only Mr. Bors, as the final assembler, was entitled to see the complete drawings, from which he would distribute the parts drawings to the others.

He asked the two young employers, "Gentlemen, it is wise to gather all the watchmakers; it would probably take one person several years to complete this. So, how long will it take you two to get the finished product?"

"I want three sets of all the parts made, to be completed within five days." Rorschach didn't want to wait; he didn't want to endure any more agonizing nights.

"Impossible!" Boles exclaimed, while his colleagues who had obtained the parts also shook their heads.

"We will offer sufficient prices. In the meantime, please focus on fulfilling our orders. I believe other customers will understand." Bart took out a bag of jingling gold coins, and seeing that there was still sound, he took out a second bag, and a third bag.

It seems like a lot, but since Rorschach hired a watchmaker rather than a master alchemist, this amount of money is nothing.

The whispers did indeed subside, but Boles maintained a craftsman's resolve: "Even if we focus solely on your orders, fine timepieces and intricate mechanisms require polishing and adjustment; as works of art, they take months or even decades to complete."

"I don't need any works of art." Rorschach waved his hand. "Besides, when there are official duties, I can make minor adjustments with magic." In the Star Tower, in Kano's research lab, the magic circle metal disc is a circuit that is adjusted using shaping magic. Rorschach cannot manufacture the parts, but he can make minor adjustments to the parts under the guidance of craftsmen.

"Alright, we will do our best to make it. We only hope that the two venerable masters will show mercy and not punish us if we are truly unable to complete it."

The old man looks so pitiful. Are we the bad guys? Bart was getting annoyed by the craftsman's attitude. He waved his hand impatiently: "We sign a formal contract. We get paid in cash upon completion, and a bonus for completing ahead of schedule. If we don't finish, we deduct money or even withhold payment. Your only loss is five days of time. Is that okay?"

"As you wish, sir."

Rorschach will have a few more days to suffer from soul impurities, but he will have more time to study and practice the magic of separating souls.

That night, Bart's bathtub once again became one of the areas with the highest concentration of magic in the world. Rorschach sat inside, closing his eyes in deep thought. In addition to the magic gathering circle, a new magic circle lit up.

Rorschach's senses began to drift upwards, seemingly detaching from his body tormented by a headache, and bathing in warm, magical energy.

(End of this chapter)