Mage? Spell Engineer!

"Heaven?"

"Yes, this is not a place for humans. I have inquired. As long as you buy a ticket, you can fly to the star realm. And when you arrive at the star realm, there will be an alliance to accept you. They will have benefits and preferential treatment. As long as you change your nationality from Empire to Alliance, it makes no difference, it’s just a name that has nothing to do with you.”

Vogel rambled.

"I won't go." Alek refused subconsciously.

The elf took back the plate that Alek had devoured: "Why? There are not so many good things in the world. It is not easy to find an adoptive father who is generous and good to you, let alone a dwarf. It is simply a miracle, Vog You dare to hammer my finger!"

"Because. Because" Alek hadn't thought of a reason to refuse, and he didn't even know why he was resisting. When he saw the plate, he had an idea: "Because I hate astral food!"

The two were amused: "That's what you eat."

"That's why I hate it!"

"I feel relieved after hearing your reasons." Vog slapped the young man on the back so hard that Alek felt like his lungs were about to pop out: "You have been to elementary school and middle school. You should continue to study and enjoy better. Life. Go to the Star Realm, where there are no monsters, there are no dangerous ruins, and there are good times waiting for you.”

"What about you? Uncle Wogg, let's go together."

"I'm not an imperial guy, so of course I won't be unconditionally accepted by the alliance. I don't have any skills, I can only swing a sledgehammer." Vog drank all the wine: "But don't worry about me. Do you know my father? Your grandfather Xin Does Greif know Master Rorschach? Do you know that he and our lord are friends?

"One day I can't do anything anymore. I will take the things my father left for me and go to the Earl's Mansion. I will live a comfortable life immediately. Do you believe it?"

The elf smiled and took back the bottle. He was about to refill Vog's glass: "You are talking about this old nonsense again, which proves that you have drunk enough and too much. Alek, drag old Vog home."

"Drink money." Alek allocated the money for drinks and meals from his income. He couldn't help but put Vog on his back and lifted his sledgehammer.

It looks like this young man has amazing strength and is walking steadily on the street. Although they were still inside the man-made dome, the street was still colder than the pub.

There were a lot less Star World guys recently. Alek took a quick look and saw that the men and women in weird costumes looking around could almost no longer be seen. There were only locals coming and going in a hurry, and soldiers patrolling constantly.

Alek's heart was in a mess. While he resisted Vog and used his savings to send him away, he could not help but sprout a yearning and imagine the life in heaven. The young man even felt guilty because of this yearning, and cursed in his heart: Alek, you are so selfish!

Dalburg, at 3:06 in the middle of the night, the lights are bright.

Alek, covered in blood, lay dazed on the stretcher. He endured the pain from his neck to his back and looked sideways at his and Vog's home. At this time, this place is almost the same as the ruins of the Dwarf Confederacy they explored.

"Are there any survivors?"

"A dwarf was found unconscious."

Alek's heartbeat and adrenaline suddenly surged, driving his vocal organs to shout as loudly as he could: "Wog! Uncle Wog! Wo-g-!"

The rescuers held down the boy's head as he tried to raise it: "He is fine, he just fainted."

Alek vaguely heard someone beside him discussing the current situation. Although his mind was still confused and pain hit from all parts of his body, he still figured out the general outline: a rare earthquake occurred in Dalberg. The earthquake was not strong, but the gas pipeline in their neighborhood was in disrepair and was damaged and exploded by an overturned boiler.

Vog inherited Singlev's tenacious life and luck, and he was fine. After waking up, he followed the shouting and saw Alek. He nodded almost imperceptibly on the stretcher, and then looked at the ruins.

His home, with his money buried underneath, may have burned to ashes. The dwarf turned his back to the boy, but Alek felt that Vog was whimpering silently.

Sirens sounded throughout the city. The first three blasts represented the occurrence of a disaster, and then the whistle turned to a short, rapid sound, signaling that the guards were preparing to attack. On the wall of the fortress, the forts began to operate and searchlights swept across the ground. The ambulance carrying Alek and Vog was heading towards the attacking armored vehicle.

When they arrived at the hospital, they were speechless across the bed.

Finally, the dwarf spoke: "I don't know how much is left. If there is nothing going on in the tavern and it is still there, I will go find the boss. It's okay to beg him. I will send you to the star realm no matter what."

"I won't go. It's good not to go. Even if we don't go to the ruins, we can still find other things to do."

The hospital bed was separated by a curtain, but the young man could imagine the dwarf's anger at this moment. After all, his tone was so excited: "Looking for other things? What else can you and I do? We can only join the defense team. Don't look at their air cavalry. It's just as dangerous as us picking up rags, and the enemies we face are even more terrifying!"

The medical staff interrupted Vogel: "Please keep quiet for this patient. There are other patients. You all need to rest."

Early the next morning, Alek was woken up. "You need to rest" were the last words he remembered last night. At this time, his whole body ached, but his hands and feet were fine.

It wasn't Vogel, nor the doctors or nurses, who woke him up. A middle-aged man in a robe with a tired face stood at the head of his bed: "Are you Alek?"

"Yes, sir." The boy was a little confused.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pressed it on his body. A faint and mellow blue light lit up, and all the pain of the boy disappeared. Is this healing magic? Alec was surprised. He remembered that the teacher said that magic has many magical effects, but natural magic has been listed as a forbidden technique for some reason.

"You will be eighteen in a week, but if you are not, you are a minor." The man explained that the earldom will sponsor all minors to leave here on the starship; those between eighteen and twenty-four years old can choose to stay or leave voluntarily; those over twenty-four years old need to pay for part of the ship fare, and the earldom will only sponsor part of it.

"Some people cannot accept the identity of the alliance and cannot adapt to the life in the star world, so they choose to stay, and some people are eager to leave and try every possible way. Now the situation in the earldom is worsening, just like the problem faced by the empire thirty years ago. It has reached the brink of destruction, and people voluntarily decide whether to go or stay.

"Perhaps for some people, after going to the star world, his status and wealth will lose their meaning, and they will live worse than on the ground. But you don't have to worry, all minors in the earldom have the opportunity to be arranged by the alliance to receive education so that you can adapt to the new life. ”

Alek couldn’t believe there was such a good thing: “What about Uncle Voge? Can he leave?”

The middle-aged man showed a thoughtful look: “Didn’t he tell you? As the heir of Singrev, Voge can leave here at any time as long as he wants. He stayed here voluntarily. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Richard Dahlberg. ”