"Sir, I'm fine. I just need to rest for a few days, and I'll be able to fulfill my duties as your apprentice again."
If it weren't for the fact that the person who said this was injured all over and spat out blood every time he spoke, perhaps Rorschach would have pretended to believe him.
The apprentice Morton was carried in. His right hand and the right half of his body were burned like charcoal, while his left foot was covered in ice. His entire body was covered in cuts from wind blades, and his blood was dyed red.
When it came to identifying wounds, every veteran had their own way of doing it.
The wounds weren't deep, but they definitely weren't pleasant. Although he was seriously injured, he wouldn't die. The fire element damage in the elemental wounds was serious, and the remaining magic power was at least of the standard 2-circle, while the ice and wind elements weren't even at 1-circle.
Rorschach instantly came to this conclusion. If it wasn't for Morton crazily challenging a fire mage and two mage apprentices, then Morton must have faced a high-level mage whose power completely surpassed his own, and was defeated by a low-level mage who used low-level spells to casually humiliate him.
"Who did this?"
Rorschach directly asked this question, although he had already come to a conclusion.
Morton wasn't his actual apprentice. In less than a month, Morton hadn't spoken to him much, nor did he have any deep feelings for him. Rorschach didn't really like Morton's honest and straightforward personality … but Morton was still his temporary apprentice.
"What's that silver elf?"
Although it was a question, Rorschach's tone was still certain. He didn't say Morton's name, because … Rorschach had long since forgotten about Morton. Cough, he had been too busy recently. Who would remember something that happened so long ago? It was understandable.
"Cough … It's not Erwin. It's his apprentice, Rainster … I met him on the road … I was so angry …"
"Stop talking. You tell me."
Morton's appearance of coughing up blood as he spoke was rather worrying, but the passerby who brought him back was probably still waiting to receive his reward. Rorschach tossed him two gold coins, and the passerby was overjoyed and told him everything that had happened.
In the eyes of the passersby, this was nothing more than a normal quarrel that developed into a brawl on the street. Malton met his enemy Irwin's apprentice, Rainster, on the road, and the other party mocked him as "a piece of trash that even his mother wouldn't dare to take revenge on." In the end, it became a spellcasting duel on the street.
Both of them were Grade 2 Mages, but one of them was an Elemental Fire Mage who specialized in the battlefield, while the other was an Alchemist who specialized in logistics. The difference in their combat power was too great.
Moreover, one of them was a human mage born in an academy, while the other was a hundred-year-old elf. The difference in their battle experience was even greater. Once they started fighting, it would be a one-sided battle.
"I'm sorry … Your Excellency … I was too impulsive … I couldn't control myself … Please don't cancel …"
Even if he couldn't hear what Morton was saying, Rorschach's imagination had already filled in the gaps.
"Don't say anymore. I won't cancel your qualification for the trial. However, if you're still stupid enough to think that this is an accident, then I really want to cancel it."
After Rorschach finished speaking, Morton didn't reveal any expression of surprise. Instead, his eyes were filled with hatred and regret. He only struggled to shake his head slightly.
Rorschach silently nodded. Morton wasn't too stupid. He could still be saved as a mage.
It was enough to just listen to what a passerby said. How could there be such a coincidence?
It just so happened that when Anthony went out on a mission, he met an enemy who happened to be an acolyte of the same rank. It just so happened that they had a quarrel. It just so happened that Anthony had ignored Anthony's warning not long ago.
"Ha, this isn't a slap to your face. This is a slap to my face."
Rorschach smiled as if he was thinking of something. His smile was sinister.
The priest who received the message had already hurried over. His healing Holy Light was quite powerful. This sort of injury wouldn't take a young man's life, but if it wasn't treated properly, the repercussions would likely be regrettable for the rest of his life.
"Your Excellency … Please don't do anything …"
Rorschach turned to leave, but the voice behind him made him pause for a moment. This kid actually had a conscience. However, no matter what era it was, those with a conscience didn't do well.
"… However, it's a plus for me …"
Waving his hand, Rorschach left behind a puzzling sentence and went out.
"Of course I won't do anything. The one who has to do something is you."
= = =
Do something personally? Rorschach wasn't that stupid.
Although the mage society wasn't peaceful, it wasn't without rules. Obviously, the strong bullying the weak was the biggest taboo.
Even if it was a duel between mages, there had to be a reason. First, there had to be enmity before fighting. Only when both sides agreed would they go to the duel stage.
Don't underestimate this seemingly primitive rule. This was the foundation that didn't make the mage society degenerate into the law of the jungle. Mages also had personal grudges, but it didn't mean that they could kill at will just because they had a bigger fist.
What would happen if you violated this unspoken rule? It was just that no one wanted to play with you anymore.
If it was more serious, it could be forgiven if there was a reason for it. However, if it was obvious that you had evil intentions and were addicted to killing, the Mage Guild would find you for a "chat". There was no difference whether you were exiled or ostracized.
Saying that the strong were bullying the weak and forcefully killing an acolyte would obviously cross the bottom line. Rorschach wasn't so stupid as to pay such a high price for someone who wasn't even an acolyte.
Roland also followed the mage society's rules. Rank 2 mage against rank 2 mage, acolyte against acolyte. If Roland wanted to find someone to vent his anger on, he could only find a teacher, not an acolyte.
Roland and Roland weren't equal in strength. Didn't follow the rules? Heh heh, there were always loopholes in the rules. It was better for an honest child to go home and complain to his mother about such things.
Although Rorschach was still smiling, he was actually quite angry, abnormally angry … His anger was quite strange. Was it because he was provoking a silver elf? Was it because he felt some sympathy for this older child who had lost his mother?
"Tsk. You really don't make sense. Fine, since you make me unhappy, I'll make you even more unhappy. "
Personally challenge that Erwin guy?
Let's not even talk about whether Rorschach was willing to challenge a higher-ranked mage for the sake of an unfamiliar man. This method of using force to solve a problem was quite barbaric. It wasn't recognized by the mages' elegant demeanor … Rorschach didn't think that there was anything elegant about these war machines and research maniacs at all.
It wasn't easy for Rorschach's recent impression of him to improve (because he was a homebody). He didn't want to be fixed by others just like that.
After making a large purchase, Roland returned to his room and took out a large pile of messy items from his cupboard. Some of them looked like fake flowers, some looked like withered tree roots, and some were even pitch-black stones from the roadside. Just by looking at their appearance, they looked like trash that nobody would pick up.
However, these were actually all by-products of Rorschach's research.
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