Mage? Spell Engineer!

"You're right." Valan accepted his fate. He looked at the white "meat" in the glass bottle for a moment and couldn't help but disgusted: "It's disgusting."

"Open it and put the mouth of the bottle under your nose." Rorschach also had a bottle of potion and a page of explanation in his hand, both written by Archmage Copper.

The obedient Valang obeyed obediently. Although he was prepared, he still didn't expect how strange the process would be: the clump of hyphae spread to his nasal cavity, making the young man feel itchy, and then very suddenly, the living thing slid along. The hyphae entered his nose and crawled all the way down.

"Uh-huh." The mass was constantly deforming. Valang could feel it squirming, squeezing and advancing in his upper respiratory tract. When it reached the trachea, he felt a suffocating feeling, which made him couldn't help but say "Hoo-ho." "The gasping sound.

"It's really disgusting." Rorschach took a few steps back. Valan thought it was over, but he didn't expect a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a violent cough and a large mouthful of blood.

In order to disinfect, Rorschach wrapped himself in an air bubble and burned the blood-stained floor with a flame.

Such behavior successfully received a warning from the tower spirit.

"Drink it and it'll be over." Rorschach handed over the potion, and Valang, who was crying, drank it with difficulty. He suddenly felt refreshed and came back to life.

"Done? Am I ready?" Valang straightened up, and the chest tightness that originally bothered him had indeed disappeared.

Rorschach could guess that the white mass that gave him a familiar feeling must be related to the living beings left in the elf village, and might even be broken off from Copper's new clone. This thought made me even more disgusting. But if it can run well in Valan's body, it will be an incredible achievement.

"Congratulations, Mr. Valan." He clapped his hands perfunctorily: "I ask you again, what are your plans for the future?"

Now that Valen's life has been extended, his original plan to wait for death is of course cancelled: "I plan to use my savings to buy a manor, of course as far away from the royal capital as possible, where I can manage farmland, hunt, and write poetry."

Are you Tao Yuanming of Valois? Rorschach finally showed his true face: "Mr. Valan, how much savings do you have? Don't get me wrong, I just want to tell you that treatment is also charged. You have to thank the Archmage of the Tower of Forest."

When he heard the fee and then the Archmage, Valang's legs went weak: "I still have about 3,200 gold langs." This money was enough for him to buy a small manor yesterday and earlier.

Unfortunately, time has passed. Rorschach shook his head and explained the situation to the customer: "As you know, the Tower of Forest is in the Empire, so we can only trade with Golden Eagle Coins.

“If yesterday you could afford to go bankrupt, but today, you should know from the newspapers that your wealth has shrunk greatly!

"Fortunately, I am not a devil. I have advanced the asking price of the Archmage for you, which means that the debt has been transferred to me. How to pay it off will have to be discussed. Otherwise, the gold will continue to depreciate, and you don't want to be Is there a great mage collecting debts?"

Valang gritted his teeth: "Master Rorschach, you know that I can no longer make money in the capital, but you want me to become a slave! I didn't sign any contract. I'm afraid no court will support you in this account."

Luo Xia's face changed and she pretended to be angry: "Slave? You are just a person who has just recovered from a serious illness. Can I count on you to plow the fields and work hard? Think about it carefully, without my help, no matter how much money you have, it will be useless. Death is nothing more than enjoying a beautiful view while struggling in pain."

The young man fell silent and finally accepted his fate: "You are right. I shouldn't speculate on the benefactor who saved my life twice. I'm sorry. Please believe that I will repay everything in the future."

Wait until the Valois banknotes are completely turned into waste paper and then find me a pile to warm the fire?

Rorschach took out his business card, the prepared recommendation letter, and the IOU: "Mr. Valan, of course you are currently unemployed and have no ability to repay, but you still have the experience of being a general manager. I have exactly what I need from you:

"Go to Bain, go to the 'Fonda' Beverage Factory, take my letter of introduction and someone will give you a job and bring out your due value."

Now both Mr. Rorschach and Mr. Pierre can't help but pay attention to Byrne's affairs, but they can't let the company become Hasay's talk. Considering that Valen had deceived so many people by confessing his former mining company, Rorschach thought that such a talent could be put to good use.

Valan took everything, filled in the difference on the IOU and signed his name: "When will you leave?"

"Leave immediately, tomorrow at the latest."

"Now?"

Luo Xia nodded: "Leave the capital quickly while those who want to kill you have no time to look for you. Those big shots can only care about one thing at this time."

This event was, of course, a "meeting of dignitaries."

Necker's eyes were red and he kept writing in the office.

"Sir, we have searched the company, his home and the wives' residences, but we can't find him. Should we ask the guard chief to issue a wanted order? I suspect Valan may still be in the Magic Guild, which is where he last appeared. .”

"Forget it, don't waste any more energy on that beast." Necker has realized that it will not help to find this guy out of the current situation, and if those damn spellcasters want to protect him, it will be useless for the guard chief to take action. .

Necker put away his pen, and his personal secretary hurried forward to take away the document. He wanted to convert the manuscript into a typed version as quickly as possible, and then a copy would be submitted to His Majesty.

"Let's go to the venue."

The meeting of dignitaries was only held in a side hall of the palace, with only more than 200 participants.

The archbishops were the first to enter the church. Each of them had a resolute look, including young servants of God and old wise men. They were uniformly dressed in white-gold robes and crowned bishops. Except for the leader Du Plessis, He insisted on wearing a red robe and entered slowly with a cane.

Clergy representatives are often dusty, mostly plain-dressed and kind-faced. They are the bridge between the noble and the humble, and are on the front line of soothing the pain of the oppressed.

All the archbishops naturally sit in the front row on the left, with the clergy behind them. The red-coated prime minister ascended the high platform, where there were seats for His Majesty the King, the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of Finance.

Immediately afterwards, the nobles with swords headed by His Highness the Prince entered. They were great lords. Each part of their names represented the history and glory of the ancient family. They had always regarded themselves as co-owners of the kingdom. The king was just the "king of lords". They leader.

These people wear roll-brimmed hats with feathers on their heads. From their dresses to their cloaks, they are all made of silk and feathers. Carrying a sword is their privilege and symbol.

The Grand Duke Merowenja, who was supposed to be among the nobles wearing swords, was walking with the nobles wearing robes, chatting and laughing, and was vaguely their core.

These upstarts often spent a lot of money to obtain royal robes and titles. Among them were justices who flaunted their impartiality and independence, and loyal ministers who devoted themselves to the Holy Kingdom and did not hesitate to donate property to His Majesty the King to obtain official posts. These people often did not have Fiefdom and inheritance do not hinder the enjoyment of the conveniences brought by status.

Finally, a crack opened in the venue space, causing a commotion among the nobles, while the representatives of the church looked calm.

The visitors were indeed mages. The leaders, Leonor Cano and Christian, had an aura as good as any prince or grand duke. The scarlet robes moved automatically in the fluctuations of time and space. They were followed by assistants and the magic guild Wa. Chairman of the Loire General Assembly.

Necker walked in quickly, took a cursory look at the venue, walked to the stage and shouted: "Your Majesty is busy with worldly affairs. With the permission of the king, Monsieur Duplesi and I will temporarily represent your Majesty's will. Let's get started!" "

A meeting of dignitaries was held.