Mage? Spell Engineer!

"Let's go." Luo Xia wanted to leave quickly. Pascal even pulled Paulina and ran away as fast as possible.

Warang, who was grasping at straws, wanted to shout: "My friend! He is Dharma." Then he felt that his mouth was tightly covered and he could no longer say a word.

This gambling dog knows that I am a mage and still wants to rely on me. Rorschach doesn't talk nonsense, [Mage's Hand] is at his service.

The crowd gathered to watch the excitement again. "Where do so many idle people come from?" Rorschach didn't know that the casino in Valluana was like fresh meat that attracted flies. Those who had spent their money and property would blindly spend their lives nearby.

"This guy Valang suddenly got lucky. How much money did he make?"

"This little brother saved Valan at noon!"

"Did this little brother teach Valang a lesson?"

Unexpectedly, the young man is still a celebrity in the casino. The aristocratic young man who first entered this place once had a glorious life. Unfortunately, after his father died of illness and the family went bankrupt, his "hobby" forced him to jump into the river. After jumping into the river and not dying, everyone suddenly discovered that his luck had become unstoppable. Starting from the self-service table with two copper coins, he rolled up a snowball at noon and won hundreds of gold coins in chips.

After the others finished speaking, two of the strong men holding down Valang separated and walked towards Luo Xia. Just when Rorschach was hesitating whether to cast a spell in public, an old man in black robes grabbed Rorschach without any explanation, and the others voluntarily gave way when they saw the old man. Rorschach was taken to an adjacent building.

"It's actually a church?" Rorschach was shocked when he saw the holy emblem of the God of Light and Order. It couldn't be seen from the outside at all, and the doors and windows were still closed in the morning.

Inside is the hall under the holy emblem, with three rows and two rows of chairs, and bookcases on both sides. The roof depicts believers and angels bathed in light.

"It's not a church, kid, it's a monastery." The old man corrected and motioned for the two of them to sit down: "The place where I study, live, and practice with other priests is not open to the public. I saw that you are in trouble, please come and take shelter. .”

"The monastery is built next to the casino?"

"The casino opened next to the monastery." The old man smiled helplessly: "The ignorant are not guilty, and I quite like this. The casino is full of order."

"It's all a game of chance."

"But bound by the order of light and darkness. Under the light of the Lord, we are all throwing the dice of fate, and then whether the dice are good or bad, the Lord's order decides. The thugs in the casino are much inferior to the Paladins , but they are all Order Keepers.”

Rorschach was greatly shocked by this blasphemous comparison: "But the casino seems to be very bad. It seems that Valan won too much money before and refused to cash it out. Isn't it that the casino violated order?"

"Haha, making money for its boss and His Majesty the King, this is the greatest order in that place, and they will question Valang, who is suddenly invincible, relying on unfair tricks to make money, and violating order first. This also reminds us all the time, Not all order means light and justice."

"Don't talk about it, Father, even the mage thinks there is something wrong with your theory, let alone a monk who would come to practice here." The man sitting in the first row, who had always faced his back to the visitor, stood up with his cane, limping with his right foot. Come over step by step.

"My Lord Bishop."

"Just call me Duplessi as before, Father." Eagle-like eyes glanced at Rorschach, and the golden light flashed between his pupils: "What did you bring in? A mage, or an imperial man."

I thought the other party was going to attack, but unexpectedly he reached out to Rorschach: "I am Archbishop Du Plessis of St. Miller's Church."

Rorschach shook his hand back, but Du Plessis's hand was particularly cold. Rorschach still doesn't know what the bishop of this church means to the kingdom. The tone and sight of the man in front of him made Rorschach a little bored, such was the aura he exuded.

"Rorschach, the mage of the Tower of Stars."

"Seeing as you have become a mage at a young age, do you want to play in the casino with the salary from the tower, huh?" Without waiting for an argument, the bishop continued: "Don't look like this, okay, you are a decent young man. You Do you wonder how I know you are from the Empire?"

He tapped Rorschach's feet with his cane: "You have both a mountain accent and an imperial accent. It is said that your Emperor likes to recruit and train talented children from the countryside. Here, most of the idiots in Valuauna, When they hear your accent, they will arrogantly think you are country bumpkins from other provinces, that’s what they are.”

The next question surprised Rorschach: "How did you get here? An airship?"

"I took over the job of escorting the caravan and took the overland route."

"Interesting. There is also a thankless mage. I have to suspect that you are a spy." The archbishop smiled and continued to ask: "Did you encounter any paladins embarrassment for the caravan when you entered the city? The entry tax is in accordance with the laws of the kingdom. The prescribed six centimeters?”

Then he asked the officials at the pass if they were "gluttonous" and if the road to the capital was easy.

Rorschach answered these questions with great surprise. The questioner was not a high-level clergy, but more like a consul who loved his people like a son.

"That's enough, it's almost time. The troublemakers outside should have dispersed. Father, please take this uninvited guest out of the back door." After saying that, he took out a small notebook and a particularly refined charcoal pen from his robe and began to record something.

"No offense, are all bishops of the God of Order like this?" Rorschach couldn't help but ask the priest before leaving.

The priest looked back at the man sitting in the hall and smiled: "Here, he is my student, the last graduate of the monastery. Going out from this door, he is the Bishop of St. Miller's Cathedral, the Bishop of St. Du Plessis, the red-coated prime minister of the kingdom. Well, kid, you don’t belong here, let’s go.”

A carriage with the royal palace logo was parked in the backyard. The driver had been waiting for the cardinal for a long time.

Necker Jean, known as Valluana's most outstanding banker, has been very proud of himself recently.

His Majesty the King followed the advice of the captain of the guard and asked "the richest and most decisive person to manage your Majesty's treasury and the treasury of the kingdom", and it was this young man who still had beautiful hair who took over the praise. Necker is going to become the finance minister of the palace!

Necker had just finished meeting the Cardinal, and this weird guy insisted on having his first meeting with him far away from the Financial Street and the Royal Palace, in an even weirder monastery next to the casino.

The banker convinced the prime minister with his ambitious plan, or so he thought. But he still has a powerful medicine that he has not revealed yet, and only His Majesty knows the whole story. "Your Majesty, you no longer need to be at the mercy of the Holy See and the Magic Guild!" Instead, you must be disciplined by money!

Thinking of this, Necker smiled. He was already on the carriage, but saw the commotion at the entrance of the casino.

The poor young man was being beaten violently. He asked the people around him and found out that he was an unlucky boy. It was different from what he imagined. It was not because he owed money, but because he had won too many casinos and had fallen out with him.

"Wa Lang?" It turned out to be a young man he knew.

"Sir? Do you know me?" A new lifeline appeared, and Valang crawled from under his fist to the feet of the man in fine and expensive clothes: "Save the poor man! Save me!"

The afternoon class is not a water class, so I can’t code. The chapters in the evening will be updated at 8 o’clock, sorry (:\u003e)|￣|＿