A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 502 Big Brother is Good to You

It's not impossible that Luo Xia's intelligence network could provide the approximate location of an Imperial Army brigadier general. At the very least, the guys in the logistics department, having plenty of food, drink, and supplies in the special zone, wouldn't mind doing the archmage a small favor.

But they only dared to reveal vague details, such as telling Rorschach that the emperor had recently awarded a medal to a new general remotely, which was then delivered by fast horse to a certain state. Any more precise location would be classified information.

In other words, Rorschach has to find it himself.

His solution was simple: he grabbed Franz and flew him high into the air. "Richard? Brigadier General Richard?"

Dozens of kilometers away, Richard felt a prick in his ear, as if he were hallucinating. No, it was the sound of [Radio Communication]!

Who would use telepathy to call out my nickname? Richard felt a strange unease. The voice was weak and distorted, and the brigadier general couldn't immediately discern the speaker's identity. It was late at night, and Richard wasn't afraid, but he felt uneasy.

He thought for a moment, then replied in a formal tone: "Please identify yourself, caller. Please identify yourself."

Unexpectedly, the voice quickly became clear: "You'll find out soon enough."

Richard broke out in a cold sweat: he had been targeted!

[Radio wave communication technology] can currently be divided into two transmission methods: one is to broadcast in all directions, and the other is to send signals to a cone-shaped space covering the target.

The first time he was called, he responded with a broadcast. The second time he was called, the quality suddenly improved, meaning that his location was now clear.

That's impossible! He and the other military mages used this spell frequently, and no one had ever been able to pinpoint the sender's location with just a few words. For example, right now, he had absolutely no sense of the source of the caller's voice.

Richard quickly stood up from his desk, expertly loaded his sidearm, and prepared to cast a spell.

coming!

"I'm here. I'm really sorry to bother you so late at night." These words transitioned from [Radio Communication] to actual speech, and Rorschach also transformed from his ethereal and accelerated flight state into a physical form, his forehead colliding with the muzzle of the short gun.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's Rick, it's me! Don't shoot!"

"Just because it's you, it's okay for me to pull the trigger, right?" Richard said irritably. "If I called the guards, who knows what kind of commotion it would cause. Rorschach, trespassing on military grounds like this is a serious violation of the law!"

"It's your troops' lack of vigilance. Even though the general is a spellcaster, you have no precautions against mages at all," Luo Xia retorted stubbornly.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief, put away his gun, and dissipated the activated magic. Only then did he notice a young man next to Rorschach who looked unwell; he was pale and trembling.

Rorschach patted Franz on the back, simultaneously sending a burst of blue light into his body: "I just got back from Valois, brought you some local specialties."

"Is the gift a person?"

"An Imperial soldier, but captured by the National Guard. He ended up in my hands because he kept telling everyone, 'Rorschach is my brother.' Franz, salute General Richard!"

"Yes!" Franz immediately perked up, straightened his back, and bowed to Richard.

"What are you doing?" Rhys noticed that Rhys was acting strangely today.

Thankfully, Rorschach finally got down to business, though he used a [communication spell] to bypass Franz. Richard looked enlightened and nodded, saying, "Okay, I understand."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Franz and said, "According to custom, a general can bring servants trained by his family as his personal guards. Although I don't have any, you can stay in my unit under this name."

"I didn't want to start this, but you have a good older brother."

Franz immediately saluted again: "Thank you, brother! Thank you, General!"

"It's alright, it's alright." Rorschach patted him on the shoulder encouragingly: "Once you're under Richard's command, you must obey orders and follow commands."

"yes!"

Franz was temporarily arranged to sleep in Richard's tent. The next morning, he was escorted out of the camp by Rorschach and put into an army wagon.

Franz sensed something was amiss, but since the others in the carriage were all soldiers, they were slightly surprised to see Franz board last and didn't say much.

Two horses rode side by side in front of the carriage, ridden by Richard's adjutant and another officer.

The adjutant explained Franz's background as he was the last to board the carriage: "The general has a relative's child who cut in line at the military academy. He's not a regular cadet, but he's a servitude officer, given all the chores like cleaning toilets and scrubbing chamber pots, so he can audit some classes."

Another officer exclaimed in surprise, "A relative of the general? Can that be arranged like this?"

"Well, it's good training." The adjutant remembered Richard's (retelling Rorschach's) instructions: "Make him do all the dirty and hard work, but there are two things to keep in mind: be gentle when you punish him, and make sure to keep a close eye on his studies."

The officer suddenly realized: "I understand, he's a spoiled brat whose family can't control him, so he's come to the military academy to teach him a lesson."

"Yes, just get the gist of it."

Meanwhile, Rorschach and Richard were taking a walk in the woods outside the camp.

"His Majesty the Emperor has completely lost trust in the army's mage. He has installed a magic-suppressing device in the palace and has not stepped outside since his ascension to the throne. Unless..."

"Keep it on all the time?"

"Yes, the technology department has made another breakthrough. The low-frequency magic-blocking device can now operate continuously, which is why I said one set. There are three in the palace that take turns blocking magic."

Is this... a sign of being possessed?

Then Luo Xia thought of the orders placed by the Imperial Army: "Some time ago, the logistics department contacted me, hoping to build hundreds of collectors on the southern front. I said it was impossible, but they then asked if we could supply them long-term, wanting to sign a big order."

"Could it be to power a long-lasting anti-magic device?"

Richard pondered for a moment and agreed with Rorschach's conjecture: "The Dwarven Confederation, supported by the Empire, won the civil war and received a large amount of mithril and other rare metals as one of the rewards. However, the market price of mithril remains high, which means it was probably absorbed internally by the Empire."

"Then making a magic-suppressing device is a very likely consumable item." Rorschach said, while secretly wondering if he could get a share of this mithril. Didn't the Imperial Army want the harvester? That thing also requires mithril.

"If that's the case, a dead magic zone will appear on the empire's borders. Aren't you worried, Mage Rorschach?"

"No, they've asked me to be their supplier!"

"Actually, there are other technologies for converting energy into magic, and you don't necessarily have to rely on your transmutation dust." After leaving the system of the military mages, especially after leaving the information cocoon of the necromancer, Richard was finally able to obtain more information, especially about Rorschach. He then discovered that his friend had been very active in recent years.

"I know. But they still chose to use magic to shield magic instead of burning coal. In fact, high-density transmutation dust is almost their only option to keep the device running."

"I wish I were as confident as you. Right now, the defensive faction is touting the final line of defense; hopefully, it will become the 'Wall of Sighs' for the Valuans, especially the mages."

"I'm afraid not." The spear and the shield are always competing and overlapping, and a continuous anti-magic device will definitely be less effective than an instantaneous release. Therefore, Rorschach is skeptical about whether a completely dead magic zone can be created.

His next task was to break through the spellcasting taboos of the Dead Magic Zone.

(End of this chapter)