Mage? Spell Engineer!

Rorschach continued reading the newspaper and found that the second page was full of advertisements. Even if they were all advertisements for tofu cubes, Rorschach still found them interesting.

Firstly, you can learn about the fashionable products here and get a feel for the prices. Secondly, according to the arrangement of the bald boss, the agency will contact you through newspaper advertisements.

Really? Rorschach took a closer look and found the advertisement for "Pacharuka Trading Company" in the lower right corner. In Yabo language, Pacha means light, and Luca means the top and the lofty.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they would think that the founder of the trading company is a believer in the god of light and order, but the members of the organization will smile knowingly when they see this weird name: Bald? Isn’t he just his boss?

Rorschach quickly finished the bread, rolled up the newspaper and returned to the dormitory. He took out the code book from the Najie and compared it: at three o'clock in the afternoon on the 5th, Bibo Teahouse on the east bank of the river.

There are teahouses in Valluana all over the city. They are not the "don't talk about state affairs" teahouses in the previous life in the authentic city. They are shops that make you a cup of herbal tea foam and sell desserts.

Number five? It's today. Rorschach did not copy the translation, but simply put away the code book and memorized the contents.

"Everyone, please see, this is the remains of the bathhouse where the hero King Odolf took a bath when he passed through Valouana. The magnificent building next to it is the Royal Theater."

The boatman works part-time as a tour guide, introducing passengers to scenic spots along the river. The Seine River crosses Valouana and connects the major cities in the northern part of the Holy Kingdom.

Rorschach came out of the Tower of Stars and boarded a boat on the Seine River, looking at the map from time to time.

"Sir, I'm reaching my destination."

"Okay, everyone, sit still." The boatman pulled the boat to the shore. The shores of the section of the river that passed through the royal capital had been renovated. In addition to strengthening flood control, it also made it easier to get on and off the boat.

Rorschach counted out a few copper coins, the price agreed before boarding the boat: "Thank you." After paying the money, he stepped onto the shore stone.

The cross mark on the map is correspondingly right in front of you.

Bibo Teahouse sounds tacky, but it seems to be extremely famous in the capital. Ask the apprentice in the tower, and a local immediately pointed out its location on the map to Rorschach.

"This teahouse is visited by many playwrights and literary giants, and if you are lucky, you can also meet popular actors who have written scripts. The people of Valois jokingly call it the real backstage of the Royal Theater."

These were the apprentice's exact words. Luo Xia approached this small teahouse and found a good seat by the window with a view of the river.

"I have to wait for someone... First a cup of hay tea with sugar, then pudding, meringue... That's it."

"Yes sir."

When the first dessert was served, a man with a top hat came across from Rorschach. He sat down without asking and put his hat on the seat next to him.

The beard seems to be fake... "Brother Falcon?"

"What kind of name is this! You can call me Mr. Falcon here." Brother Falcon looked around. Now the store was full of idle young people chatting. The string music in the teahouse blended the conversations at each table into an indistinguishable background sound. .

"Waiter! A cup of nettle tea, another sugar, and a berry tart. That's it."

"You pay for your order. Tell me, what's the matter?" Luo Xia waited until the waiter had gone away before speaking.

"Did you read the headlines?"

"Looked at it."

"A few pieces of the shipment you sent fell into our hands. The organization needs to crack it and report the contents."

Rorschach scooped a spoonful of pudding and put it into his mouth. The proportion of egg and milk was just right, giving it a delicate taste, and the flavor of melted caramel was even more wonderful. The beautiful sweetness made Rorschach's thoughts speed up, and he made a leaping guess:

"Are you two the unsung heroes?" I didn't expect that the empire's secret service would come to the kingdom to do good things for people!

"Oh, you don't leave your name when you do good deeds... Our discussion is to explain to you that after arriving in the royal capital, the organization will pay you a monthly subsidy through Pachaluka Trading Company.

In the name of purchasing scrolls and alchemy potions, you can do whatever you want, and we will buy them at a premium. We can also convey information through the scrolls and potions you 'sell'. "

"If the trading company is investigated, won't it be exposed immediately?" Luo Xia frowned.

"This is the first level. The second level is that the fake transaction between you and the trading company did not go through the trading company's open accounts, but was a private transaction between you and an innocent employee. According to the script, you met on the black market, and your scroll potion will also flow to black market.

In this way, in the eyes of others, you are trading on the black market. Because you hired a trading company employee as a middleman, you use the name of the trading company to launder the proceeds from the black market transaction, which has no actual connection with Pachaluka.

If we really find out, that employee may be unlucky enough to be caught for making false accounts and evading taxes, but he won't do anything to you, a spellcaster from the Tower of Stars. "

"The relevant agencies of the Holy Kingdom are not fools."

"Yes, but as long as you are not accused of being a spy or subverting the throne, you will be fine. The next floor will give you a chance to exonerate. Who calls you a mage?"

Rorschach probably accepted this approach: "Okay, where is the goods? Let me take a look."

"Come with me."

"You might as well just ask me to go to where you hide the goods!"

"How could we possibly advertise the safe house? Even if it's encrypted. Am I the only one who didn't find it? Night Owl is helping us patrol to see if there are any tails following us."

Rorschach ate the meringue in a hurry and left the teahouse with the man. Before leaving, Rorschach noticed that many young people had gathered in the teahouse at some point, and a leader appeared on the table to make a speech.

Mr. Falcon led Rorschach through alleys, sometimes stepping over drunken sans-culottes.

"Copy!" Patrolling Falcon was a little nervous. Looking from the alley, there was a whole team of black uniforms on the street. They were a security team that was one level higher than the police force.

"Maybe I went to Bibo Tea House."

"Coming for us?"

Luo Xia shook his head and asked Brother Falcon to continue leading the way. He thought of the young people gathered in the teahouse.

Rorschach thought of Kano's words again: Valuauna has not been so peaceful in recent years. You must not participate in some, um, activities where extreme young people gather.

"We're here." The patrolling falcon knocked on the door, three short intervals and one long interval, and then the night owl opened the door for the two of them.

"Brother Rorschach, please do me a favor." Six pieces of leather armor and a pair of leather gloves were already placed in the room, all of which had scorch marks.

Rorschach first tried the gloves with [Ice Touch], but there was no reaction. Then I tried the leather armor, and sure enough it still had content.

"What's the principle of this? Appearance magic?"

Rorschach shook his head: "If it is hidden with magic, it can be detected quickly with the [Reading Magic] of the prophecy system."

"That is…"

"The temperature change may be due to the use of special chemical... alchemical potions. It does not require magic power and will only appear at low temperatures." As he said, "Ice Palm" was attached to the leather armor, leaving a palm print full of handwriting.

"Look, what's written?"

Rorschach glanced at it, and saw that it was still a familiar manuscript, familiar handwriting, and a long-winded boast of being a genius. He read as he read.

Finally, the critical part is reached: "Neither manpower nor the current magic guide can achieve the required channel width and frequency scanning speed..."

"Then what? Why did you stop?" The recording Ye Xiao could only stop writing.

"No more. The back seems to be burned beyond recognition."

In fact, there is also a piece of small characters written in ancient Yabo language. Only nobles, priests and mages can learn Yabo language:

But I found the perfect crystal! Oscillating quartz! As long as the injected magic flux exceeds the threshold, all magic can be blocked!

Experiments in professional courses are so tiring_(:з　∠)_Welcome to catch insects