A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 315 The protagonist of the memorial service has returned.

Rorschach guessed that Singerev and Freddie were on the edge of the Shadowlands, on the outskirts of Scorched Top District.

Indeed, the dwarves and bards were currently at the entrance to the Shadow City, next to the Ratwhisperer's garbage dump.

Although Singhlev refused the throne, they still enjoyed excellent treatment, and Little Coalball translated the other rat whisperers' words, which was much clearer than Freddy's guesswork and misinterpretations.

Singhlev stared at the canvas ceiling. Their current dwelling was built from cleaned garbage and wood, making it a kind of mansion in the Rat Whisperer tribe. There were also tables, chairs, and beds discarded by the residents on the ground, which were repaired and put in to add a touch of "luxury".

"Pan-fried frog legs, and coarse salt." Although not good with words, Little Coal Ball had been a maid before, and she served the two of them with a professional demeanor, providing them with the best food near the garbage dump.

"Thanks, little coal ball, here you go." Freddy took the food and then pulled out his precious white bread to share with the little coal ball. He had taken it from the Marquis's mansion, but before he could enjoy the good food and drink for a second meal, the Marquis suddenly changed his attitude and wanted to arrest them all for trial.

"Should we go back to Storm City first? No, you can't go up there in your condition, you'll become a wanderer." Freddy wanted to leave, but Singlev insisted on waiting for Rorschach.

"Master Rorschach will find this place!" He took out a dull bead. Although he didn't know what it was, it was the bead that had freed them.

The three were already imprisoned, desperately hoping that Rorschach, who hadn't stayed overnight at the Marquis's mansion, would rescue them. Although they didn't see him in person, the Pearl of Balan followed Rorschach's orders, smashing through several walls and rushing into the Marquis's dungeon.

"It must be Rorschach!" The dwarf grabbed the shimmering bead, and the enormous light engulfed the dwarf, the poet, and the little soot sprite. They turned into a beam of light and returned directly to the starting point of their journey through the Shadowlands.

However, the bead stopped reacting and, lacking luster, became nothing more than a cloudy glass bead.

"The Marquis is very powerful. He was so angry yesterday, I'm afraid our mage friend is also in grave danger." The poet was somewhat dejected: "The Marquis is about as strong as the Black Monk, and we were powerless against the monk at the time."

"The worst-case scenario is that Rorschach is probably already..."

The dwarf refused to believe that Rorschach would fail here: "If only we were mages, or had spellcasters, we might be able to contact Rorschach through it."

"I have a way." Freddy was grateful that Rorschach remembered him and had come to his rescue, and he also wanted to contact Rorschach. His eagerness was genuine, not because all the gold artifacts found on the shipwreck were still in Rorschach's storage ring.

"Do you know about rituals? Even if you're not a mage, there are ways to invoke magical phenomena, and they're prepared for us ordinary people." Actually, Freddy wasn't quite right. Priests since ancient times, as well as genuine bards like himself, have the talent to manipulate magic.

Under his direction, a simple altar was erected, with a base of a velvet hardwood chair and beads carefully placed on a bouncy cushion.

The poet always felt something was missing. "The mystical knowledge in the epic tells me that I also need to enhance the targeting of my communication goals."

He found a large piece of tree bark, using the clean white inside as a canvas, and picked up a piece of charcoal from the fire. With a few strokes, the boy's cheerful smile was depicted.

Freddie was very pleased with his sketches, which he displayed behind the beads and in front of the chair back: "I'm truly a multi-talented artist!"

The dwarf said with some disdain, "The mage Rorschach wouldn't be laughing like that."

"Ready?" The poet placed a jug of wine in front of the chair and lit candles at the four corners. Behind the chair, a fire was lit, and patched sheets hung from the tree.

All the rat whisperers were summoned, and cheers erupted when the poet took out his violin. Freddie's friendship with these little people was based on playing music for free; as the strings vibrated, joyful songs floated through the garbage heap.

The rat whisperers also brought out metal pots and pans, banging them to create rhythmic noise, and there was even singing along, a concert that the dwarves could neither understand nor appreciate.

"Will this work? Honestly, I think you're messing with them." The dwarf tried to drown out the background music with his loud voice, but failed. The song continued, and Freddie finally sang a line he could understand: "Whether your name is Rorschach or Heisenberg, come find it when you hear the song, come find it."

They're all crazy, insane. The gold-level adventurer was attacked by noise for the first time. He was out of place in the joyful ocean and was feeling utterly alone when he suddenly sensed a phantom coming across the river.

Am I seeing things? The dwarf quickly rubbed his eyes, but there was no movement on the surface of the water, so there must be no one there.

*Bang!* The bark of the tree bearing Rorschach's portrait was blown to smithereens. The sudden turn of events startled everyone, and the concert was brought to a halt.

It wasn't that Singerev was seeing things; Rorschach, Caroline, and Benedict, who were wanted by the Marquis, were being concealed by the boy's "Mirror Flower Water Moon" and were arriving under the guidance of the map.

Then I witnessed this absurd scene.

His face turned ashen. He had been wondering why the dot of the God of Deception on the map was flashing more and more intensely. It turned out that the bard was leading the rat whisperers in a nonsensical sacrificial ceremony.

Why display a portrait of an idiot? Rorschach, with his eerily creepy laugh, destroyed the portrait from afar, making it impossible to see who the subject was.

Elves have better eyesight than humans, and they were struggling to suppress their laughter. Finally, they couldn't help but say, "According to elven custom, the music at a funeral is even more somber."

What nonsense is this? Luo Xia was only worried that the Pearl of Balan had really been activated, so he quickly stepped forward.

The dwarf was the most shocked at this moment; his mouth was agape so wide his beard couldn't cover it: "Holy crap, Freddy, your ritual actually worked?"

Rorschach retrieved the bead and found it flashing with a cheerful, rhythmic rainbow of colors; if magnified, it could be used to create an atmosphere in a disco.

"Why do you seem so excited?" After confirming that there were no other problems with the bead, Luo Xia sealed it and put it into his storage ring.

Now that the two groups have met, the "palace" prepared for "His Majesty King Singhlev" has become a conference room.

Rorschach, acting as the middleman, introduced the members of both sides and then explained what they were going to do next.

"To free Singrev from the curse of the Shadowlands, no, to free all the inhabitants of the Shadowlands from the curse of exile, we must remove all the seals from the Shadowlands and then destroy it."

"Huh?" x3

"To destroy the Shadowlands, we still need to break the seal on the final core area, which means defeating the Marquis. With our current strength, of course, we cannot do that."

"Therefore, Singrev needs to be crowned king of the Rat Whisperers and then lead the Rat Whisperers to attack the Marquis's territory."

"In other words, if Singlev were to replace the Marquis as the master of the Shadow City, the power of order would no longer recognize the Marquis, and he would no longer be able to mobilize the power of the Shadow Land." Whoever is the master of the Shadow City has the highest authority below the "Phantom of the Wise" and is recognized by the power of the Shadow Land.

This was crucial information gleaned from the phantom of the wise man: a marquis's power could be weakened by conquering his territory. In Rorschach's view, the Lord of Order not only established the legal system of the old empire but also moved this order to the shadows.

In the wise man's own words, he transferred power and authority beyond the Deep Zone to the Marquis and Earl Elgin because of their titles on Earth; this transfer was in accordance with the rules set by the Lord of Order for the Shadowlands. But what if a king appeared in the Shadowlands?

Singhlev: "Huh?"

"Of course, we can't send the weak Rat Whisperers to their deaths, so we need to ask for outside help and let the resistance enter the Shadowlands to attack the core area of ​​Shadow City."

Benedict: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)