A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 327 Serious Problems

"Teacher, it's so great that you could come! Is this idea feasible?"

If I were a versatile major like automation, would I need to time travel? Luo Xia had only scratched the surface in his previous life, and he was also having a headache looking at the few functions that Andrei had compiled.

Xiao An, do you know how many people failed my course "Chemical Instrumentation and Automation" in my past life? If you become the founder of this course, be prepared to be cursed by future students!

"If it were in the Alchemy Department, they would definitely use Tower Spirits to handle such a simple chain control." Tower Spirits are really great things; they're artificial and intelligent. Rorschach thought he should definitely get one.

"However, there are other methods, such as using compressed gas to control valves, which is cheaper and more replicable than relying on magical loops." Rorschach briefly explained the basic principles of automatic control: "A control system consists of four basic components: the controlled object, the detection instrument, the controller, and the actuator. Its core is called 'feedback.'"

After rambling on for a while, Rorschach finally asked Andrei, "Do you understand?"

"I think I understand."

Yes, yes, that's the expression! Luo Xia nodded in satisfaction, secretly vowing to figure out how the Tower Spirits were made. He was willing to pay money to buy them; he didn't want to suffer through a subject again.

Lunch was served at the restaurant next to the factory. The signature dishes were braised pork knuckle, sausage, and potatoes. These dishes were perfect for the factory's manual laborers, who had plenty of cash on hand and a high calorie intake. So the whole hall was filled with the aroma of oil and beer, and of course, there were also drinks from Fonda Company.

"Sorry, you should be eating with your parents right now." Rorschach and Andrei sat facing each other, serving their main dishes and side dishes on wooden platters and thick soup in earthenware bowls, just like the other working-class customers.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you in so long," Andrei said happily. Rorschach inquired about Andrei's recent situation, then decisively said, "Why are you working for that kid Bart? He's just a novice, how could he possibly teach you?"

Andrei said embarrassedly, "If a student wants to be promoted to a formal mage, in addition to the guild examination and registration, I heard that the Empire requires that a teacher who is also a formal mage can vouch for a registered formal spellcaster."

"Isn't that what I'm here for?" Rorschach reassured Andre, "I'm more humble than others, but compared to Master Bart, I'm far superior."

News of Rorschach's return eventually reached Mr. Hassai's ears, prompting him to convene an emergency meeting. He seated Rorschach at the head of the table, while he, as the nominal boss, humbly sat to the side.

Rorschach first listened to the report. During his absence from the company, the beverage business had grown steadily, and there were no competitors within the empire. The main bottleneck was the ability to distribute the products.

"What about canned goods?" Rorschach knew that supplying within Bain was the limit for the factory; any further out would result in supplying goods and incurring losses beyond what was reasonable. He was more concerned about the new product lines.

"We tried making canned oranges and canned beef, and the preservation was fine, but the cost was too high. Who can afford it?" Currently, fruits are soaked in sugar water, and other foods are soaked in salt water to ensure preservation, regardless of the taste. Only wealthy urban residents are willing to try it. The canned fruit is alright, but some people who spent a lot of money on the salted meat canned food felt cheated after eating it, and some even called it "zombie meat cans."

"Try soaking it in oil instead of water, and add some spices." While looking through the ingredients, Rorschach frowned: "Why hasn't any sugar been delivered to the warehouse in the last few days?"

Hassai was conflicted: "You've hit the nail on the head regarding the most serious problem our company is facing recently! We've been importing sugar from Istank, which is cheap and of good quality."

"Alright, that's enough." Luo Xia immediately tried to stop him.

But Hassai felt he needed to explain the difficulties to his boss: "I heard that a terrible earthquake recently occurred in Istani, forcing major trading centers for sugar and other commodities to shut down, and sugar exports were also interrupted."

"We now have three measures: in the short term, we are purchasing domestic sugar stocks; in the medium term, we are communicating directly with suppliers in Istani to see if we can resume supply and fulfill purchase contracts; and in the long term, we are preparing to seek alternative sugar crops within the Empire."

Hassai suddenly remembered something: "You mentioned in your letter that you were going to Istani. Do you know what happened in Storm City? I heard that some evil sorcerer is holding a large-scale spell in Storm City."

"What I did doesn't mean I know," Rorschach thought. He'd wrecked too many buildings; who knew which one was some kind of commodity exchange? "I don't understand, I really don't understand." He solemnly corrected Mr. Hasai: "It was the work of the 'Return to Our Lady' Church."

"This is terrifying. No wonder the Empire's control has become increasingly strict lately. The fact that they dared to attack the Imperial Palace and the Imperial Council shows that these believers are not in their right minds. Now they've directly attacked the capital of a country. They're complete lunatics." Hasai clicked his tongue and shook his head.

The "utterly insane man" tried his best to control his expression next to Mr. Hassai, outlining his next plan. He was going to build his own mage tower, which would require a huge sum of money, with no upper limit.

"No problem, the company has plenty of cash right now, and you still have a large amount of bonuses and salary that you haven't touched."

Mr. Hassai was pleased. Although Rorschach had returned and said he would be stationed permanently in the Kingdom of Bain, he showed no intention of removing Hassai from his position as general manager to take over. Hassai couldn't help but reflect on himself; how could a dignified mage be interested in such mundane matters? He had only been deluding himself.

Also present at the meeting and reporting to Venerable Luo Xia were:

Aunt Jane, the glass factory manager; Andre, the research department manager and his apprentice; and the security department manager.

Luo Xia affirmed everyone's work and gave important instructions for the company's future development. This meeting was a meeting of unity and a meeting of victory.

Why does this feel like formalism is a bit too much? Rorschach used his [Spell Hand] to quietly rub his numb buttocks. Andrei has already gone to reunite with his family. Now he is accompanied by Hasai, and the general manager has arranged a place for him to stay.

Everything in Lancaster was new; the original small town had been surrounded by newly built buildings. Rorschach was taken to a small villa with front and back gardens, which was Hassai's private villa.

"We have arranged for you a butler, a coachman, a cook, a maid for personal hygiene, and two maids for housework. Would you prefer a personal male or female servant?"

"I don't want either."

"Alright, then we won't need personal servants."

"No, I mean, I don't want any servants. Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Hassai. I'm just staying temporarily, and I've gotten used to being alone." Under the dim light, Rorschach's face grew increasingly ashen.

This startled Hase: "I'm sorry, I didn't consider the mage's habits. Please get some rest."

With a snap, the door closed, and with a wave of his hand, a barrier covered the entire detached house, and the curtains automatically drew shut without any wind.

At this moment, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

The old mage's memories, as well as the superfluous elements within his soul, were not expelled. Moreover, as Rorschach's strength declined, the suppression gradually lost its effectiveness, and he began to "decompress" again.

Desert, wise men, ancient history—Rorschach's resisted memories begin to invade his mind again, and a foreign soul now squeezes into a body, bringing extreme pain.

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