A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 182 Being a Shady Merchant is Also Hard

"Tsk." Rorschach, who was working as the "magic lamp" at Würzburg's best restaurant, accidentally made a rude sound while drinking tea.

After three nights of last-minute tutoring, Bart successfully learned the techniques of [Resurrection], [Blue Light Barrier], and [Mapping], especially the latter, which allowed him to cast many minor illusions.

"Is it good?" Bart asked the little princess, handing her a bucket of popcorn.

"tasty!"

After Amelia had eaten several, Bart finally remembered his good brother: "Hmm, would Mage Rorschach like some?"

"No, thank you. I don't like desserts."

Amalia seriously considered popcorn: "Maybe it would taste delicious with spices and salt."

"My Millie is still a gourmet." Then Bart started performing magic again, folding a napkin into a little rabbit, and then "animating" and "projecting" it to make it move.

Amalia's slender fingertips carefully touched the "come to life" rabbit, then gently teased its ears.

Filled with regret, Rorschach finished his meal, his eyes gleaming with light. He had taught the long-neglected town mage two spells and one technique in just three nights—a teaching miracle in magical history! But now, Rorschach felt nothing but regret.

"Teaching and learning go hand in hand. I've also reviewed and organized my own magical theories and spellcasting skills," Rorschach consoled himself, having been thoroughly fed with PDA.

"Your Highness, Master Bart, Monk Pierre has sent a letter requesting that I return to Munkie."

"Is it a beverage factory?"

"I'm not sure yet; I'll find out when I get there. But I'll definitely be back before your important day."

These past few days, Luo Xia has been training his friend and waiting for a batch of extremely valuable items.

"Master Rorschach, your package."

"Thank you." After arriving in Munnik, Rorschach went straight to the Magic Guild and received the largest package. It was just the limit for being allowed into the teleportation system; any heavier or larger and it would be rejected.

He was holding a transmutation dust teleportation array sent by Master Cano. The master had adjusted it according to Rorschach's current location, while avoiding the collection points of the devices currently operating in the Tower of Stars.

The entire teleportation array was too complex. Even with the original blueprints, Luo Xia would have spent half a day drawing them on the metal disk. Now that he had the "finished product," he only needed to make minor adjustments to lock onto the coordinates of Lanshte City.

The awkward thing is that his storage ring is out of space, so he doesn't dare to put the blueprints too far away from him. Now he can only carry the package out.

The carriage that Mr. Pierre had arranged was already waiting at the door. It was a wagon with a large cylindrical metal shell tied to the back, which was wrapped in burlap and not easily shown to the public.

Rorschach placed the disc on top as well, and Pierre got out of the car to help secure it.

"You drove yourself?"

"Money should be used where it's most needed, so let's save as much as we can now. Don't worry, sir, I'm an old hand when it comes to driving and riding horses."

"Really?" Luo Xia looked at the burly businessman, whose thighs were so thick with flesh that his pants were stretched taut.

But he could understand that they weren't fully profitable yet, and the publicity surrounding the princess's wedding was constantly being invested in. Mr. Pierre and Rorschach didn't have much cash left, and marketing mainly relied on funding from the Bardorom Chamber of Commerce.

Therefore, it's not enough to just cut costs; we also need to increase revenue. Rorschach plans to build the first transmutation dust extractor in the Kingdom of Bain right now, but instead of directly replicating the "nuclear reactor" model, it will produce blue passivated transmutation dust, just like the first prototype.

Firstly, the former is too expensive and requires a more professional construction team. Luo Xia now has doubts about the stonemason brothers who have some kind of "Lord" or "Inner Ring" and is not comfortable entrusting the project to them.

Secondly, Rorschach's mage tower hasn't been built yet, so there's no need to directly output ether. Rorschach can build the initial model of blue crystal production by himself; the investment is small, and the output can be converted into funds to recover losses.

After visiting the Arcane Tower, Rorschach's demonstration of the Passivation Transmutation Dust left a deep impression on the mages; it would be a waste of Rorschach's market opportunity not to profit from them.

"Were all the subsequent orders made according to my requirements?"

"No problem, I inspected the goods myself. Bain's metallurgical technology is excellent; they manufactured the equipment for our beverage factory according to the blueprints, and it's running without any issues now."

"That's good." The outer shell and inner wall of the transmutation dust extractor were customized and purchased under the name of beverage factory equipment. Rorschach himself inscribed the magic circuit, so the structure of the cylinder and screen is indeed similar to other devices.

Luo Xia thought for a moment and said, "Let's add a few more power machines to our factory in the future."

Mr. Pierre, who was driving, was in a dilemma: "Steam engines are a commodity that the Holy Kingdom restricts from export. The quality of steam engines from the Kingdom of Istani is better, but as far as I know, there are many procedures required to enter the Kingdom of Bain. It seems that the Empire is also controlling it."

Mr. Newsingen was secretly puzzled. Now that beverage factories use waterwheels, which are cheap and easy to use, why do they still need steam engines?

However, he didn't voice his true thoughts. Through his long dealings with the mages of the Tower of Stars, Mr. Pierre had learned valuable lessons: Pascal's words might be correct, Snow and the other alchemists' words were more correct, and the mage Rorschach's words were absolutely and always correct.

Without Lord Rorschach, there would be no Hercules today!

"Okay, let's talk about it later."

Mr. Pierre, with his keen awareness, became even more enthusiastic: "The Bardorom Trading Company must have a way. We can import goods from the Northern Dwarves, or we can import only the core components and have the shells and such manufactured by companies here. Perhaps we can circumvent the regulations."

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

"But money"

"New funds will be available soon."

"Alright!" Mr. Pierre, who was playing the role of coachman for a while, drove with even more energy.

The "Fonda" beverage factory is not far from the Lansted residential area. With cash flow, the craftsmen are also considering building houses in Lansted, bringing the urban area closer to the factory area.

It was built on the lower reaches of the river, so the soil was always bubbling with water, which made it quite difficult for Rorschach to develop the basement.

After compressing the loose soil and then scanning it with the [melting rays], the basement was finally basically waterproof.

"I should have dug a tunnel in the mountains." After finishing the "big project," Luo Xia had the workers move the shell from the truck inside.

"That's fine, thanks." Rorschach dismissed everyone, leaving him alone to slowly inscribe the magic circuit.

One person used the "Mage's Qilin Arm" to build it up, tighten the screws, and secure the interface flange.

Tired, he climbed up from the basement and grabbed a cup of dark purple syrup directly from the warehouse.

It has a strange taste that's sweet and cloying, mixed with the smell of energy potions. It's far inferior to cola and blue toilet cleaner.

"This tastes awful; we need to develop new flavors." Byrne has a rich variety of fruits, including grapes for winemaking, various berries, quince, and citrus fruits for making jam. Rorschach also plans to visit a dyeing workshop to select some low-toxicity dyes for use as pigments.

The boy wiped his mouth and continued working. The sugar in the syrup and the ingredients in the energy potion worked together to restore some of his strength. He then used magic to build the transmutation dust collector on his own.

Without a steam engine to provide magic input, the mage had to rely solely on his physical body to generate power. Rorschach built a platform out of crates, climbed to the top of the collector, and activated "Magic Control" at full power, barely managing to light up the teleportation array.

The eruption was fleeting, yielding only tiny blue crystals. Rorschach tried three times, finally collecting a small vial of the product, drenched in sweat. He weighed it in his hand; the glass vial was no more than the weight of an egg.

"It's practically squeezed dry from my body," the boy muttered to himself, wiping his sweat. "I'll have to convince my colleagues at the Tower of Mystic Arts to spend a fortune to buy it."

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