A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 342 A Bustling Scene

The basement of the mage tower was turned upside down, the magic array disk underneath was re-burned and embedded into the metal sphere that served as the passenger plane.

Just as Kober could remotely manage his clones, Rorschach could carry the mainframe back to Lanster, with the two cores linked by magic.

"Ahem." Bart coughed after watching Rosya and Andrei busy themselves and finally finishing.

"Is your throat sore?" Rorschach asked, concerned for his client and friend.

Bart pointed to his tower spirit: "No, I want to try and see how to awaken a tower spirit. What should I call it? The soul that separated from your body, Rorschach II?"

"Hold on, you can name it, but don't call it this! However, you probably can't communicate with it directly with language right now, I told you that before. Andrei, you explain."

"Currently, it can only input and output signals that machines can understand. The spherical shell designed by Professor Rorschach can only translate magic pulses. After just being debugged, the entire tower's defensive spell system can operate autonomously. But if you want it to understand what you say and be able to speak on its own, it needs more computing power to analyze sound waves and connect to the magic circles of [Communication] and [Sound Illusion]."

At first, Bart thought the "basic magic circle" inside the sphere would include [communication magic], but he didn't expect it would also require hardware support: "Can I understand that this mute tower spirit is simply taking over all of Mr. Andre's work?"

Bart was shocked to realize that he had paid dozens of times more than the apprentice's allowance to replace an apprentice's work, and he was quite annoyed.

Rorschach's two lifetimes of experience proved to him that the biggest obstacle to automation is the low cost of human labor and the cheapness of human life.

"Don't rush. The Tower of Stars has purchased two specialized wave-analysis computing machines. If we can purchase them and modify them slightly, we can give the Tower Spirit the ability to receive and emit sound, and incidentally, we can also use them to control some energy-manipulating spells." Rorschach was again making empty promises to get Bart to pay more:

Sir, you purchased the Youth Edition of Taling, which requires an additional fee for the voice assistant! Don't worry about it being standard on other brands; our voice interaction module is optional. So, are you willing to pay the extra fee?

Since there was nowhere else to buy it, Bart naturally paid up. He looked up to the sky and sighed, "Tell me what this damn machine is called, and I'll have the Chamber of Commerce buy it right now."

Luo Xia patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Buy one for me too, I'll pay after it arrives."

Bart wanted to throw this unscrupulous businessman out of the tower.

Rumble!

A giant golem knocked down a decades-old tree and then uprooted all the remaining roots in the soil.

Its eyes glowed red, and despite being made of only stone and mud, it possessed incredible strength. These terrifying puppets still moved out in groups, each ranging from six to ten meters in height.

These puppets appeared overnight in the outskirts of Lanster. The residential areas were fine, but the "Fonda" beverage factory on the riverbank in the suburbs could feel the commotion they caused, which was like an earthquake.

At first, people were very panicked, but then they were notified that these clay puppets were just construction workers and asked everyone to calm down.

It's alright now. Everyone here, including the people of the whole city, knows that the mastermind behind "Fangda" is a sorcerer, and that he has a very close relationship with the prince consort.

The puppets were not only noisy but also highly efficient. In just one day and night, a vacant lot appeared in the suburbs of Lanster, along with a very smooth and wide road. The food factory workers and Lanster residents, who quickly accepted these oversized "construction workers," had an additional leisure activity—watching these behemoths carry out construction.

Carrying a food basket and a tablecloth, you walk from the newly opened road to the construction site, then climb the nearby hill where the trees have been cleared, and you can watch the homemade puppets work. The rich drink beverages and eat white bread with sausages, while the poor can make do with a glass of light beer.

Just like Luo Xia's previous life's "male speed bumps" where he watched excavators and cranes, the residents of the small town, lacking entertainment, felt that these big guys were exciting to work with, and they were also excited to watch them.

When they reached the top of the hill and looked down, they noticed that all the puppets had a metal rod buried on top of their heads. These were the "antennas" that Rorschach had set up, which were naturally connected to the intelligence core.

"Hey, it moves the wood so easily!" "Wow, such a big piece of sheet metal! It lifted it up in no time!"

Then everyone started daydreaming: "What if this big guy could build my house?" "What if it could help me plow my land?"

Contrary to popular expectations, the construction team at the other extreme of physique—the leather-clad dwarf Jason's team—is now quite frustrated.

They had arrived in high spirits, as their previous collaboration on building the mage tower for Bart had been very successful, and both mages were known for their generosity in paying them. But now they found themselves unable to make much of a difference.

For example, right now, the two dwarves are staring blankly at Rorschach's freshly drawn blueprints:

"Can you understand this drawing?"

"Don't understand? Ask the boss."

"He definitely won't understand it either; we'll have to ask Grandpa Rorschach."

"I already asked them yesterday, but I was too embarrassed. Go ask them yourself."

Then they suddenly felt the sky darken. It turned out that a puppet had bent down and was looking at the blueprints in their hands. Its two eyes, made of burnt glass, flashed red light a few times.

"Can you understand it?" a dwarf shouted at people, feeling that the puppet was blocking the light.

But the puppet has no ears or mouth; it only stayed for a moment before doing its work according to the blueprints.

"Damn it, it seems to actually understand. Are we inferior to these big, dumb dwarfs?" The dwarf began to question his existence.

So the dwarves could only take on the work of laborers—mixing materials, tightening screws, and applying mortar.

At the temporary project headquarters, which is on the top floor of the food factory's R&D building not far away, Rorschach is monitoring the entire construction site through a series of crystal balls. Everything that the puppets' eyes can see can be seen from here.

"Is it the off-season for farming now? More and more residents are gathering around, making them look like homeowners. Should we give them white hats?" Color doesn't matter, but Luo Xia really intends to prepare more rattan safety helmets. Otherwise, who will be responsible if someone gets hit in an accident?

"I'm not looking anymore. I'll get back to drawing." He threw himself back into the tedious work. Because of the tight schedule, he had no choice but to go against the grain of engineering and design and construct at the same time, since the cost of trial and error was acceptable.

With the support of the large metal sphere beside him, the mainframe that had acquired Rorschach's memories could naturally perform material and energy balance calculations. As for things it couldn't calculate, it would have to rely on magic as a backup. For example, Rorschach had considered using a magic array to temporarily prop up the pipes carrying concentrated sulfuric acid.

In the past, if the design was bad, we blamed the materials; now, if the materials are bad, we rely on magic.

Sigh. He grabbed a handful of hair and started drawing again. This drawing table had been modified; the pen pulled two linkages, allowing the intelligent core to mechanically obtain the coordinates of the pen tip relative to the paper. Thus, the core, which lacked a visual system, could read the information from Rorschach's drawings.

So the dwarves' doubts about life were misplaced. It wasn't that the puppets were smarter, but rather that the mainframe controlling them had the blueprints recorded, and the souls inside could fully understand them.

Rorschach downed the concentrated energy potion in one gulp, then pumped some magic into his body, the surge of adrenaline sweeping away his fatigue. In his well-soundproofed office, he couldn't help but shout: "Work normally in light rain, work non-stop in heavy rain! Work like crazy on sunny days, work late into the night! Work! Work! Work!"

At this moment, he was not fighting alone in another world. What surged was not adrenaline, but the blood and tears of the "infrastructure maniacs" from his previous life!

As night fell, the crowds who had gathered around the construction site had mostly dispersed and gone home. But the puppeteer showed no sign of stopping, and the construction site remained a hive of activity.

"Boss, these big guys keep going, should we keep working too? Should we light a lamp first?" the dwarf asked the foreman, pointing to the clay puppet.

"Idiot, these people aren't human, they won't die from overwork!" Jason smacked the laborer's hard hat impatiently. "You still want to work harder and harder? Have you gone crazy?!"

(End of this chapter)