A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 167 You want my cooperation? Please cooperate with me!

Outside the wreckage of the airship, Mr. Pierre, stumbling along, carried Rorschach's suitcase and his own briefcase towards the two men's position, as Rorschach and Bart were halfway up the hill, exhausting Newsingen.

Fortunately, Rorschach instructed him to protect the luggage, and he did just that.

"This is Mr. Pierre, the representative of 'Hercules'. This is Mage Bart, the son of the Bardorom Merchant Guild."

"No, Rorschach. 'The resident mage of Würzburg, a graduate of the Imperial Magic Academy,' that's how you're supposed to introduce me." Bart shook hands with Mr. Pierre and said that arrangements had been made for the two of them to stay at a hotel run by the Chamber of Commerce in the capital.

Then Rorschach and Mr. Pierre were taken away for questioning.

The guild and the airship association launched a joint investigation and learned that Rorschach was a fifth-tier mage. The whole process was very polite and the hospitality was very thoughtful. They first took Rorschach and Pierre to the guild's residence, and then they had tea and "chatted" in the meeting room in a friendly manner.

Within the guild, Rorschach took out another mage's robe from his suitcase and put it on, along with his badges, Imperial Spellcaster's Mark, Star Tower Badge, and Moonlit Emblem. This outfit served as a constant reminder to investigators of their strength and their position within the hierarchy, ensuring they treated those being investigated with greater courtesy.

The mage's robe on the airship was no longer wearable, but luckily the one I got was a cheap field robe. I kept the expensive purple robe I'm wearing now as formal attire—a handmade Valuwana piece I wore to a charity performance.

"So the last thing we saw was the spell you released, [Blue Light Barrier]? I didn't expect it to expand to such a large scale."

"Yes." Rorschach didn't explain that he did it through transmutation dust. Perhaps the accompanying mage would tell him some of the specific details, but for now, Rorschach was just answering questions as he was asked.

An investigation into the airship's crew was also underway, with Rorschach's staff receiving a constant stream of new information.

"If it's about an airship accident, could I take a look at it?"

The investigators were surprised when Luo Xia took the initiative to ask to see the documents. They looked at each other, but when they saw the young man's elegant purple robe and the bunch of small sequins on his left chest, they handed over the documents anyway.

The signs of deliberate sabotage were clearly the result of a sabotage operation, but Rorschach judged that it wasn't directed at him. Anyone with protective spells or the [Featherfall] spell would have the ability to protect themselves in the event of a simple airbag explosion or airship crash; no one would attempt to assassinate a mage using such methods.

So I was just unlucky to run into this? Luo Xia flipped through the investigation report and sighed inwardly.

"Thank you." Rorschach handed the file back to the investigator across the table. "I've finished speaking. May I leave with Mr. Pierre?"

Why is the interviewee dominating the conversation? The investigator awkwardly reassured the young man, "We need permission to let you leave, please cooperate a little longer."

"Rorschach, I've made all the arrangements, it'll be ready now," Bart said, his somewhat impatient nature still not fully tamed (as evidenced by his early marriage), as he pushed open the door.

Rorschach sat on the sofa with his back to the door of the meeting room, so Bart only saw a mid-level mage wearing a purple robe. As the son of a merchant, he recognized at a glance that the robe was made of expensive material.

It's definitely not Rorschach. After reaching this conclusion, Bart quietly apologized and quickly took a step back.

Rorschach only had time to turn around and see the door slam shut again, then open again a short while later.

The two blinked at each other, then Bart spoke again: "I thought I'd come to the wrong room. Rorschach, you're a mid-level mage now!"

"Yes." Luo Xia regretted that he shouldn't have only discussed the beverage factory in the letter, but subtly mentioning his promotion in the letter seemed like bragging. Now the effect was even more counterproductive.

It took Mr. Barthes, the resident mage of Würzburg, a great deal of effort to accept the fact, and then he brought out Rocha and Pierre with a release order signed by the branch president.

The guy in the carriage was still asking questions in disbelief: "So the secondary plane hero Loca reported in the 'Elemental Truth Newspaper' is you? I thought it was just something the guild made up after recruiting the Golden Prince from the Holy Kingdom."

"Yes."

"That's so kind of you!"

"What I mean is, it's all made up by Jinlang," Rorschach told him the truth, of course omitting the gold mine story. When he mentioned the stock gift from Varen, the usually quiet and obedient Newsingan manager exclaimed, "One hundred shares! Including the beverage factory shares, you're a genuine hundred-thousand-dollar millionaire!"

Bart scrutinized his friend's face from side to side: "I'm not even sure if you're the same Rorschach I know."

Stop looking. Even if she hasn't had plastic surgery, it's hard to say if she's still the same person. Rorschach instructed his friend: "The wise man at the far east has a proverb: 'After being separated from a wise person for three days, you should wash your eyes clean and re-examine them,' because he is always aware of the need to learn and improve."

He said this without blushing or his heart racing, because he was indeed busier at the Tower of Stars than he had been at university in his previous life. Luo Xia rolled his eyes and teased his friend, "I'm going to have to look at you differently too. It's only been less than a year, and someone's already getting married to a young girl."

Barthes finally switched from shock to smugness, took out a small pendant from his pocket, and popped open the oval gold box with a snap. Inside was a small mirror and a miniature portrait.

"My beloved Amalia, the youngest daughter of His Majesty Albert Ludwig."

Pierre wanted to look but didn't dare. Rorschach leaned closer to see: the girl in the painting had chestnut-reddish waves in her hair and wore an unknown little flower. Her smile and face were very sweet, and she seemed as delicate as the flower in her hair.

You used to like this type? Rorschach remembered that Bart had pursued a girl from the academy who was six feet tall and very imposing, and for a time she was known as the "Dragon Rider".

Now it seems we've reached another extreme.

*Snap!* After closing his hand, Bart looked at Rorschach, whose demeanor had changed from handsome to dashing, and said with a wicked smile, "There's still a princess named Sophie in the royal family who is unmarried. She likes young, handsome men. Be careful she doesn't take a fancy to you when you attend the banquet."

"A young, handsome guy? Me? How old is she?"

Bart sighed with a headache: "Forty-eight! She's the old king's daughter, and now His Majesty Ludwig's sister!"

Very good. A woman who grows up to be thirty years old can bring her the throne. If Rorschach were to become the prince consort, he could indeed benefit from the claims of the Byrne Kingdom.

Rorschach laughed and said, "If I really do fall for Princess Sophie, what should you call me?"

Bart thought for a moment, then stretched out his hands: "I'll strangle you!"

Pierre, the honest merchant of the Holy Kingdom, never expected that the dignified mage would be like this in private. He huddled in a corner of the carriage, muttering to himself, "I can't hear you."

"I shouldn't have joked. Sophie is a pitiful person," Bart began gossiping about royal secrets, revealing that Princess Sophie was a victim of an arranged marriage.

She was first betrothed to her cousin, but the king already had someone else in his heart and refused. The second time, she was betrothed to her other cousin, but he secretly told her: "Little sister, I don't want to hold you back. To be honest, I like men!"

Her repeated boasting slightly hampered the progress of bloodline refinement within the Florentine aristocratic circle, and she herself became unable to get married.

"His Majesty the King was originally against Millie and me, but it was Princess Sophie's strong support that made Ludwig change his mind. I should thank her; she is an unfortunate yet respectable lady." Perhaps Princess Sophie, looking at her niece, thought of her past experiences and, not wanting the little princess to repeat the tragedy, transformed into a warrior of pure love.

The carriage clattered forward into the city center, and Luo Xia felt as if he were wading into a murky pool of sour, sweet, bitter, and salty water.

I'm here to discuss business and conduct on-site inspections, not to watch a royal soap opera! Rorschach silently reminded himself to stay true to himself.

(End of this chapter)