Mage? Spell Engineer!

"I didn't expect to fall into this situation and meet a mage. What a bad luck!" Saji thought vaguely as the pain washed away his consciousness.

Barefoot Sage, this is what the gangsters in town call him. Saji is used to going barefoot. In the dead of night, his bare feet that make no sound will step into strangers' homes. Saji always succeeds.

He is a thief, and only his buddies who help him sell stolen goods know it. This is a secret that Saji keeps well hidden. During the day, he wanders around the streets with a group of similar skinny young people, and at night he goes out alone to work.

His second secret is that he joined an underground cult.

Sage's only fumble before tonight also occurred at the hotel. Instead of sending the frightened little man to the court, the boss tolerated him. The boss sent the boy away and untied him himself.

A kind gentleman! In Saji's eyes, the pot-bellied bald man became amiable.

"Sir, what do you want me to do? Just don't lock me up and send me to the court!"

"Don't be nervous, kid," the boss showed a weird smile: "Have you heard of the Mother of the World?"

In this way, Saji joined an underground cult that called itself the "Return to Our Lady". The hotel owner occasionally summoned other believers to preach the doctrine. Saji didn't quite understand what the boss was saying, so he listened with the same attitude as listening to his grandma telling stories, and then took the lead in applauding the boss every time. If the first secret allows Saji to be more generous and gain face among the gangsters, the second proud little secret means an expectation. According to the innkeeper’s propaganda: if the great mother of the world returns to the earth, the barefooted Saji can transform into a person who is more noble than the current spell caster and divine benefactor!

A small town that is not rich cannot make a thief rich. The more he steals, the more defense he will have. Saji feels that "business" is becoming more and more difficult to "buy goods". The "kind-hearted" hotel owner found him again and wanted to give Saji an excellent opportunity.

"Sir, Holy Mother, I haven't had sex in several days!"

"Saji, you are not allowed to do such things in the name of the Holy Mother!" The boss was serious at first, then suddenly smiled: "In the name of a friend, I want to tell you some precious news - a fat fish came to my store. A wealthy man from the imperial capital."

"There are guards, boss, I can't do this job!"

"I'm so afraid. I think there is only a serious businessman, a young man, and four wooden cart drivers. If you ask me to say that the bodyguards are two - a dwarf and a half-elf! I will serve you a special wine at dinner. Make sure they have a good sleep, understand?”

"I did it! I'm sorry if I don't do it, boss!"

"Just rub salt into his wounds." After Mr. Al came back, Rorschach relayed the thin man's confession to him.

"Return to the Order of Our Lady? The Chamber of Commerce has never heard of this cult. Since the boss has a problem, let's leave as soon as possible."

"Why are you running!" Zinglev was unhappy, "We are the victims! There is Master Mage (Rorschach's new title after forbidding him to call him Master), Miss Ranger, and I!" The dwarf raised his head. Hammer: "Arrest the hotel owner together and ask the master of the tribunal to administer justice!"

"Singlev! I am your employer now! Carry out my demands!"

Ale made a rare loss of composure, and quickly adjusted back to explain: "In every hotel in town, the boss we see is a big guy. The real owner is either a small noble or a lord in the tribunal and parliament. Are you still going? Looking for them? Now that the underground cult is involved, if we don’t tangle with these people, won’t we be asking for trouble?”

"Yeah, I was wrong, don't be angry!"

"I'm not angry! Let's move quickly, my dwarf grandfather!"

The group all mounted their horses, and the thief Saji tied them up tightly. The coachmen were still a little dizzy after drinking the spiked wine. Mr. Ale used smelling salts to wake them up. However, when they arrived at Haggar, the smelling salts were accidentally spilled. Ale used a slap to cheer them up.

It was said that Singer drank the most, but Rorschach saw that the dwarf was still very lively. Dwarves are more resistant to poison than ordinary humans, and the natural history textbook does not deceive me.

The convoy sets off immediately.

The commotion still woke up everyone in the hotel. The hotel owner held a torch and blocked the door of the backyard and shouted:

"Mr. Ale, everyone, is it that the food in our hotel is not good enough and the bed is not soft enough? You can just stay the night before leaving after paying the deposit, right?"

He was so polite, but the three or four guys he led were each holding sticks, machetes, pitchforks, and showed a warm and hospitable posture.

"Master Rorschach, please!"

Al shouted in a voice that everyone could hear. The word "mage" made everyone at the door tense.

Rorschach held a rein in one hand and condensed water bombs in one hand to hit a man. Hill also raised his gun and prepared to attack on horseback.

The door suddenly opened a gap.

"This three-legged Mao Ye Mage is just sizzling water. Don't be afraid, everyone! Stop them!"

What a wild mage, I have both magic guild and empire certificates, and a professional background! Rorschach really wanted to slap this boss with a diploma from the Imperial Academy of Magic.

Although the guys were already cowering when they saw a mage in the opposing team, and the hotel owner was still organizing an interception, Rorschach had a second thought and threw a huge fireball at the stable, directly destroying the wooden shed and causing the hay to burn immediately. There is also the neighing of the boss’s own horse.

This hand calmed the guys, but they still didn't get out of the way.

"Should we praise these people for their courage?"

Rorschach fired another shot, which surpassed ordinary low-level mages in terms of speed and power. This time the fireball landed on the thatched roof of the hotel, and suddenly the fire shot into the sky.

"The next shot will hit you! Get away!" No one dared to despise the young master now. Seeing his right hand held empty, another fireball was ready to condense.

The hotel owner turned pale and could only retreat: "Don't worry about these foreigners! Damn it, put out the fire! Put out the fire!"

Under the light of the fire, the convoy rushed out of the hotel and rushed into the dark wilderness without stopping.

With the big cars around, the speed couldn't be increased, especially if we were traveling at night. Fortunately, no one was chasing me.

"Are you afraid of killing yourself?" I don't know when Hill and Rorschach walked side by side and asked this sentence.

"I don't want to. Why should I, a good young man, end up with so much blood?"

"You are a mage and an adventurer."

"so what?"

"When a thief approaches you with a knife, you first try to drive him away with a glowing stone, then aim at the torso and limbs, and finally aim at his head when you think it has no effect."

"It's just that I can't see clearly. Even if he gets close to me, I can break his knife into pieces."

"When you leave the hotel, you can use fireball directly on those people."

"They are blocking the door. How can I use the fireball technique to get my convoy out? Are we a circus that can jump through fire hoops?"

"Okay. I understand." In the dark night, Rorschach couldn't see Hill's expression clearly.