A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 615 Entering the Station

Upon hearing Rorschach's boastful words, Humboldt could no longer remain calm and abruptly stood up: "...Super-level magic?"

Richard and Libs, who lacked knowledge in this area, were simply impressed but did not react as strongly as Master Humboldt.

"Yes," Rorschach replied calmly and naturally.

"Did it come from the Arcane Tower?"

"no."

Rorschach didn't elaborate, and Humboldt didn't dwell on the question either, instead asking about something more important: "So, to what extent can you achieve this? How confident are you?"

Rorschach, now in sync with the Tree of Law, accessed the ancient sages' knowledge of the spell: "Now that the North is nearing the polar regions of eternal winter, the [World Weaving] spell can shift to a temperate climate. As for its control... I haven't tried it yet, but I've already studied it. There has to be a first time, right?"

After the ancient sage demonstrated this magic to Rorschach, the impression of it lingered in Rorschach's mind, and he secretly set it as a goal in his heart.

In the past, he had tried to "summon the wind and rain" to assist in agriculture in Byrne. This was a rehearsal based on Rorschach's spellcasting abilities at that time and his analysis of the knowledge of ancient sages, and it went very well.

His ability to shape the boundary, to impose his will on it to construct an environment close to the material world, and to adjust it from chaos into a self-consistent system centered on the Tree of Law, also proves his capabilities.

Today, with the growth of the Tree of Law, Rorschach's ability to mobilize and control magic power and levels has far exceeded what it was back then. Therefore, what seems like an echo of Libus's casual remark is actually a result of his long-held desire to finally find an opportunity to put it into practice.

Humboldt's surprise lasted only a moment; he soon began to think practically:

"【World Weaving Technique】. Both the level of the spell and the scope of its effect are unprecedented, so we must be extremely cautious." Humboldt glanced out the window again: "However, the North is already sparsely populated, and the climate is abnormal, so there's no reason to stop you from trying it."

"Before that, I will do my best to help you remove any obstacles to your spellcasting. If we don't eliminate the influence of the Mother Goddess first, it could lead to disastrous consequences. In addition, we should conduct an on-site investigation to confirm the scope and extent of the climate that needs to be changed."

He had no intention of stopping Rorschach; he merely kept reminding and emphasizing that Rorschach should be cautious, and even more cautious.

After all, the young archmage's announcement that he was going to cast a super-level spell was as natural and calm as his recent announcement that he was going to eat something. So what right did Humboldt have to stop him, and what could he possibly use to stop him? Besides, the entire northern border of the empire would benefit.

"Then we might have to go ahead." Rorschach reinforced the barrier on the car one last time, and then Master Humboldt opened the portal to leave Richard's car.

The train reached its final destination, the capital of the newly established "Count of Dalberg Borderlands." Whatever its previous name was, it was renamed "Dalberg" from the day of the investiture ceremony. Although the heavy snow had buried everything, the outlines of the buildings could still be vaguely discerned. There were no tall or magnificent buildings; even in the city center, they were just three or four-story brick and wood houses huddled together.

"Even if it's customary, it's still a bit strange to have my own surname on a station sign." Richard sighed as he got off the train. His family name did indeed sound like a place name, meaning "mountain in the Dahl region," and now this place, this city, was actually named after it.

Another gust of wind howled through the air, leaving the entire station marked by frost. Icicles and snow piled high on the rooftops, plunging the sky and station buildings into a dim gloom. The dim orange lights and sunlight offered little warmth. Behind the small window, the station staff were utterly astonished: in such terrible weather, the lord's train had arrived almost on time!

The once deserted station suddenly became lively again. After the first trains carrying people and goods arrived at the station, Richard's men and future leaders gathered on the platform, where they assembled and moved supplies.

"It's so cold, so cold." Libs took the opportunity to cling tightly to Richard, and when he didn't react, she took advantage of the situation and hugged him even tighter. The adjutant was only briefly surprised to see a lady who wasn't on the entourage, but he quickly recovered and saluted this "lady-in-waiting."

"Mind your manners, Rebecca. I'm keeping the station warm, how could I be cold?" Richard said, but he didn't break free from her embrace.

The caravan unloaded and reorganized for a while before the local nobles, rulers, and other dignitaries finally arrived.

Upon seeing someone arrive, Libs immediately switched from hugging Richard to linking arms with one arm, her expression settling into a serene smile.

The local dignitaries were all taken aback, partly because the entire station was as warm as springtime. These people had already heard the legends and knew that the new leader was a powerful spellcaster, but seeing and experiencing it firsthand was still quite impactful.

Secondly, the young count had a close female companion whose every gesture and movement indicated she had a good upbringing and a privileged life; her manners were impeccable, and she was definitely of noble birth. This contradicted the intelligence that the count was single, so they had to change many of their hospitality arrangements.

Unexpected, meaning beyond their control. In the border regions directly under the empire, in places far from the emperor's reach, these local tyrants were the ones who had the final say. Now, with a lord suddenly parachuted in, they were all somewhat unhappy.

They had assumed that with such terrible weather, the train would be delayed or even canceled, so the local bullies hadn't made any preparations to welcome them at the drafty station. Would this anger the lord? A sense of unease began to creep in.

Unexpectedly, after they finished their introductions, Richard launched into a barrage of questions: "When did the climate start to become abnormal? How many people in the territory were affected? Were there any followers of the Mother Goddess or monsters taking advantage of the situation?"

Those who were asked looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.

Richard's expression gradually turned cold, as frigid as the air outside the station: "Judging from everyone's self-introductions, there are lords, barons, consuls, and tax collectors standing before me. Is there no one who can answer my question clearly?"

The resourceful governor brushed it off by saying the sudden snowstorm had disrupted transportation and made it impossible to conduct statistical surveys. Richard agreed, and then asked about the situation in the city. These "local elites" still gave vague and evasive answers, and even Libs and Richard's adjutant frowned.

By this time, the Earl's army was fully prepared. They stood in neat rows along the platform, the station enveloped by an invisible domain, where not a single wisp of wind or snow could penetrate. The local tyrants finally realized that His Majesty Wilhelm II had not appointed some pretty boy, but a powerful lord with men and influence, who was not easily fooled.

Despite the extreme cold, the dignitaries who came to pick them up at the station began to take out soft, exquisite handkerchiefs to wipe their sweat.

Finally, Richard broke into a smile, easing the tense atmosphere: "I was a bit too hasty in arriving here. Thank you all for coming to welcome me. Please take my men to the barracks to rest."

On the surface, he said this, but inwardly he shook his head. It seemed that the existing local forces were inefficient and lacked execution, unable to compare with Bain and the Free State in the south of the Empire. How could they possibly cope with the upcoming construction and development, and the challenges from the evil god?

It seems I also have a lot of preparations to make. Rorschach, I wonder how long you'll be preparing? Can you really change the climate of a place?

Richard realized that even as a high-level spellcaster, maintaining the temperature and shielding the entire open-air station from the fierce winds was no easy task. He finally gained a basic understanding of the "super-level" of [World Weaving].

(End of this chapter)