A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 8 Rangers, Warriors, and Mages

"Hill, Ranger, Silver-rank Adventurer."

This is a tall woman dressed in tight-fitting clothes, holding a crossbow, and carrying a finely crafted short gun. Her skin and hair color combined give only one impression: pale. Her fair skin, light golden short hair, and figure can be described as "plain," but her face can be described as "stunning."

She made no attempt to conceal her slightly pointed ears, and Rorschach guessed that this ranger lady was probably a half-elf. He had actually seen a hand cannon, and her main weapon was a crossbow that emphasized precision. Could it be that rangers in this world were already developing into hunters?

During the test, Hill moved while shooting at a distant scarecrow target with his crossbow. Then, with another roll, he somehow pulled out a pistol and fired, blasting a nearby scarecrow.

It wasn't a matchlock gun? Rorschach had been observing.

"Singorev, just call me Singer. Golden Adventurer... Adventurer! Professional Craftsman Warrior." This was a dwarf wielding a hammer, registered as a warrior, and also possessed basic mechanical repair skills.

However, Rorschach had read in the academy's library that the [Craftsman Warriors] should actually be considered as priests of the First Dwarf King. From his ascension to godhood to his slumber, the First Dwarf King presided over the positions of God of Mining, God of Forging, and Lord of the Forge. His priests' main skills can be summarized in three areas: metal production and shaping, mechanical design and manufacturing, and the use of eighty large hammers and forty small hammers.

Rorschach, a former engineering student, had a good impression of this dwarf uncle. They were like a guardian angel of mechanical engineering and a fellow student in the bottomless pit of metal materials!

The representative of the Lowe Merchant Guild cautiously inquired of Rorschach, "Your Excellency, if I may be so bold as to ask you to reveal one offensive spell and one support spell?" Asking a spellcaster about their spells is a taboo matter, but it is also a work requirement.

"Fireball." Rorschach didn't hold back with his low-level spell, throwing a fireball that hit the straw man in the training field.

The straw man was immediately overturned and fell to the ground, quickly burned to a crisp and disintegrated by the fireball, and this was only after Rorschach controlled the power.

"Water creation technique. Besides extinguishing the fire now, it can also provide the team with clean water."

Rorschach then extinguished the fire with another water bullet. Unlike the Rorschach-style water-making technique he used during the assessment, what he just used was actually a Rorschach-style water bullet technique. Like the fireball technique, the water bullet was imbued with kinetic energy to launch it.

"Exquisite magic! Thank you, Your Excellency."

Hill, Singlev, and Rorschach were the choices finalized by the merchant representative, along with the capable merchant guild member, Mr. Aller, forming the team. Rorschach and Singlev could even form a warrior-mage-priest composition, although Singlev holds both roles, and although he's a priest with no healing abilities... probably not.

The Chamber of Commerce hosted a meal for the team, but drinking was prohibited; only light beer was served. After the contract was signed, the representative clapped his hands, and a waiter brought out three sets of leather goods: a holster for the ranger, gloves for the dwarf warrior, and a close-fitting leather inner armor for Rorschach. "A small token of our appreciation; we wish you all a pleasant cooperation with our Lowe Chamber of Commerce."

The three tried them on, and they all fit perfectly… This merchant has a good eye. With food, drink, and gifts, they could truly appreciate the strength and generosity of the Lowe Merchant Guild.

The merchant guild's caravan consisted of four wagons carrying furs and leather goods, and one wagon carrying supplies, tents, Rorschach's parcels, and Singrev's armor. The drivers were all uniformly dressed and looked shrewd and capable. Even more impressively, after confirming that the guards could ride horses, the merchant guild provided each of them with a tall, magnificent horse.

During the hunting season in his hometown, teenagers would accompany the Viscount to participate in the hunt. It was during this time that Rorschach learned to ride a horse; he wasn't exactly a skilled rider, but it was enough.

"Mr. Aller, these are all fine horses!" The dwarf was assigned a chestnut mare, and he needed a riding stool to mount it. Mr. Aller smiled slightly and said, "They will be sold after we ride them to Valuwana, the capital of the Holy Kingdom."

It turns out that horses in the Holy Kingdom were more expensive than those in the Empire, and the horses in the northern part of the Empire were even larger and stronger, making them highly sought after. If a herd of horses were driven into the Holy Kingdom to be sold, the two tax checkpoints would collect 60% of the horses' value, but if they were used as pack animals or riding horses, the tax would be reduced by half. Therefore, many caravans would travel to the Holy Kingdom with two horses per person and four horses per cart, and return with people riding in carts, two horses per cart, or even one horse per cart.

Only after hearing Mr. Aller's explanation did the others understand the key point.

The Queen's District of the capital is lush, quiet, and spacious, a hub for universities and colleges. The central area is bustling and opulent, with wide roads offering views of the magnificent buildings of the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Diet, and various government departments, as well as a dazzling array of shops. Now, as the convoy approaches the city walls, the houses become denser, lower, and more disorganized, though thankfully the main thoroughfares remain wide and sturdy.

Rorschach used to be penniless and rarely left the Academy unless invited by Bart. Now, Rorschach rides slowly through the heart of the Empire, passing through the city and leaving it.

"I haven't been here long since I transmigrated, so why do I have to leave already?" Luo Xia felt a sense of unreality. The memories he inherited contained too many of the Royal Magic Academy's memories. Now, graduating and leaving this place and the capital, the sense of unreality he felt during this period even surpassed the fantasy of using magic.

Fireball (Purple)

[Water Creation Technique (White)]

[Basic Decomposition Technique (Purple)]

【Flying Arrow Technique (Purple)】

Rorschach's True Water Creation Technique (Purple)

Rorschach's Water Bullet Technique (Purple)

Rorschach's Magic Drive (Purple)

He doesn't know many spells yet, but his mastery is pretty good. During the few days he had nothing to do, Rorschach spent a lot of time messing with leaves and pebbles on campus, raising his Basic Disintegration spell to purple proficiency.

As a fundamental spell, its greater significance lies in the fact that Rorschach obtained a purple attribute through simple practice. When learning or constructing new spells, the same attribute will inherit proficiency, which is undoubtedly an advantage compared to directly learning and practicing complex multi-step spellcasting formulas.

In a magical sense, an "entry point" should be considered a spellcasting step. While dissecting elementary spells, Rorschach realized that each spellcasting step consumed different amounts of intrinsic mana and had a different duration. Increasing proficiency with an entry point unlocks even more effects.

After Rorschach mastered the Basic Decomposition Technique, he could control the scale of decomposition and it could even work on plants with weaker life force—originally, the Basic Decomposition Technique only worked on the "inorganic matter" of this world.

Lost in thought, Luo Xia realized that the convoy had already left the city gates. The south gate of the capital faced open fields of wheat stretching to the horizon, with the road leading straight to the horizon. Looking back, only the clock tower and the summit of the parliament building could be faintly seen through the city walls.

"What are you looking back at, Master? We've only just begun our journey and you're already longing for the world?" Singhlev's language always carried a dwarven flavor.

"That's true, we've only just begun... Also, just call me Rorschach."

"Okay, Mr. Rorschach!"

"I'm still young, I don't want to be called 'Grandpa' by an old man like you!"

Singh and Ale chuckled, while Miss Ranger remained silent, riding at the front of the group and cautiously observing her surroundings, showing no intention of participating in this meaningless chatter.

(End of this chapter)