"Who am I? Where did I come from? Where do I need to go? "
While Rorschach's mind was filled with philosophical questions, the world wouldn't stop for him.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Hermit, we've found the item you're looking for."
A rather familiar-looking person was standing in front of Rorschach.
"Your Excellency? Your Excellency Hermit? "
"Oh, so you're calling me by that name."
This young rank 2 mage didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even if I guessed that you were using a fake name, couldn't you at least be a little more serious?
Rorschach patted his cheeks as he collected his thoughts and focused on dealing with this person.
This person in front of him seemed rather familiar. He felt like he had seen him before …
"I'm Schur J. Camil of the Winged Scar. I once had the chance to meet you in the black market. At the time, weren't you looking for information about a magical key? We … "
"You have information?"
Rorschach was rather astonished. Although he was the one who released this information, these people were rather efficient.
"No, we don't."
"Tsk, then why are you looking for me?"
"… We know who definitely has information. If they don't, then nobody in the entire Mage Country will know."
"So you're telling the truth. Are you really that strong?"
"Yes, we know."
This confident answer came from a shop under a steel signboard.
"There are no secrets in this world" was the name of this shop and the organization behind it. Although it sounded like an intelligence organization, and it also seemed like an intelligence organization, it was actually an intelligence organization … Cough, that was wrong. It was actually a locksmith shop that had been operating for several hundred years. However, many people suspected that it had always been an intelligence organization.
Rorschach instantly smelled the boiling steam and the smell of steel as he walked in. This was a familiar feeling to him. This was the smell of a smithing workshop.
Following the dwarf receptionist, he saw a large workshop that was busy. Boiling magma dripped from the assembly line, and steel conveyor belts rolled slowly. The craftsmen were busy working on them.
"Our shop has a history of more than 800 years. Perhaps it's hard for short-lived creatures like you to understand, but to us, it's just an old shop that's been around for a few generations. Although I'm not sure what race is under your amulet, I feel that you should be very young."
Rorschach only smiled when his SemiGod talisman was seen through. In the Mage Country, where experts were as common as clouds, he was already prepared to be seen through.
Rorschach would only be disappointed if a magic society with such a name failed to see through his disguise. That would mean that the other party's level was limited, and his goal would most likely be hopeless.
However, just this unusually stable folded space and the fact that they were located in the 19th Street proved their strength. They were indeed the most outstanding "locksmith" society in the entire Cloud China.
Locksmithing here wasn't just a literal term. It was more directly related to the research of dimensions, seals, and blockages. It involved the fields of time and space. Opening and closing dimensional portals to other dimensions was probably the most common job they received.
Providing users with blockages and spatial services was their main job as mages, as well as the field of their research.
They were indeed locksmiths, the ones who opened and closed dimensional and time locks.
However, what surprised Roland was that the scene here was somewhat different from what he expected.
Most of the craftsmen he saw along the way were dwarves. Not only were there mages, but there were also many ordinary people and other combat job classes. Not only were there factories in the entire district, there were also stores. This magic society's configuration surprised Rorschach.
Roland also met other customers as he walked through the hallways. Most of them were searching for their targets at various counters and exhibition halls.
There were all sorts of goods here, ranging from clocks and watches to large military equipment such as battle axes, magic armor, and tanks … That's right, a tank. It had five wheels, a turret, and even a steam engine. The design of the tank didn't seem like something made by dwarves or dwarves. Instead, it looked more like an iron army from Earth.
It seemed that a customer had taken a fancy to this tank. He said something to the salesperson next to him, and the salesperson immediately began to wrap it up. They used white gift paper with red dots, and there was even a large butterfly logo attached. It seemed that this was a birthday present for a little girl.
"Who would give a tank as a birthday present!?"
Rorschach admired the Aishi for this. Their weapons were all directly displayed on the counter for customers to choose from.
But when Roxia thought about how these so-called killing machines were nothing more than toys in front of the true professional warriors of Eich, Roxia suddenly felt that he could accept the fact that more than half of the Mage Country's robes were capable of tearing apart a tank with their bare hands. In the Mage Country, more than half of the people wearing robes would be able to give tanks as birthday presents.
"In any case, weapons of mass destruction and human-shaped nuclear bombs are everywhere on the streets. It's no surprise that weapons are sold as toys … Not at all. My worldview is so broken."
Rorschach shook his head and turned his attention back to where he was standing.
The dwarf leading the way seemed to have noticed that Rorschach was shaking his head, as well as the fact that he had seen "retail sales" earlier. He wondered if this archmage was disappointed in his store, so the old dwarf awkwardly added.
"Indeed, we've always been locksmiths. We've never lost our business. It's just that the anti-theft measures are already quite comprehensive these days. Even if there's an accident, there are still countless surveillance cameras. It's getting harder and harder for us to do business, so we started a side business to make up for it. Ha, it's just some toys. If you're interested, I'll give you two machine guns and a tank as a bonus. "
Buy a lock and get a tank for free? As Rorschach put away his shattered worldview, he began to worry about whether or not he would be able to afford the service of this store.
But he didn't need to worry about this for too long. The guide brought him in front of an old dwarf.
The old dwarf's beard reached the ground. He was wearing a pair of bronze glasses and staring intently at the lock in his hand.
"This is Grandmaster Wilmot. He's the oldest 'locksmith' in our guild. He should be able to perfectly explain this key."
At this time, Rorschach knew that he should patiently wait for the old dwarf to finish what he was doing. But after waiting for a long time … a bubble suddenly appeared on the old dwarf's nose.
"Grandmaster Wilmot fell asleep with his eyes open again …"
The dwarf next to him sighed. At this moment, Rorschach didn't know what to say.
After a long while, the old dwarf finally woke up. The first thing he said when he saw the key made Rorschach even more speechless.
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