The Mage Country was a world where mages gathered. And, mages needed talent to become a mage.
Even the elves couldn't possibly have all mages, so the natives of the Mage Country naturally couldn't do that. That was why, in a way, the Mage Country was also a country of immigrants, a country with an extremely mobile population.
According to the last census, only 21% of all registered mages in the Mage Country's Magic Guild were natives. And, this number also included the descendants and followers of foreign archmages. Less than 4% of all mages in the Mage Country were born in a non-mage family.
Since there were only so few natives, the majority of the mages were foreigners. Every year, countless people would come to the Mage Country to study. Many came, but many left.
If one stayed, the Mage Country would have the most advanced magical research facilities in the entire world. Countless new research results would be produced every day. Legend, immortal, and SemiGod mages could all be seen on the streets, which would definitely be of great help to one's cultivation.
But, the competition here was far too fierce. It was basically impossible for novice mages to find a job (previously). And, in some ordinary countries, even low-level mages could become court mages. At the very least, they could enjoy the treatment of nobles and wealthy merchants. The major magical engineering companies also welcomed mages to join them. Even if mages couldn't join them, their lives here would still be quite good.
The Mage Country's capital had a relatively balanced population. People came and went at about the same rate. But, judging from the fact that the number of streets had increased to an unknown number, the overall population was still increasing. Many people treasured the opportunity to stay and further their studies.
However, Rorschach knew that there were two types of people who were exceptions to this rule.
The first type were foreign species like elves, undead, beastmen, and dwarves. They came and left as often as they came. After all, the Mage Country was a human country. Even if some of them were quite capable, they would always say things like, "Are you discriminating against me because I'm already dead?", "Sigh, I miss home.", "I miss the strong alcohol in my hometown's bar. The bar girls here don't even have tails or long hair!", and so on.
The second type were the Northlanders.
Outsiders were unable to understand why the Northlanders were so homesick. The Northlanders spent at least 60% of the year in ice and snow. The land here was barren, and there weren't many resources.
More than 80% of the Northlanders' international students chose to return to the Northlands, no matter how well they studied. This seemed quite strange when so many international students were desperately trying to find a job.
It was also because of this relatively high return rate that there was often a gap between the students from the Northern Region and the local students, and even their social circles were different.
"You're about to go back, and we might not be able to meet again for the rest of our lives. What's the point of building a friendship with you?"
It was really hard to establish a friendship with someone with such an attitude at the beginning of their meeting.
The Northlanders were also used to using their own dialect and communication methods. Over time, they became a relatively independent social circle … Even Rorschach himself could not understand the Northlanders' dialect, let alone their culture and customs. He had never come into contact with them from the very beginning, and his understanding of them was limited to books.
Now that he heard Harwood say that as long as he raised his banner, he could recruit extremely independent and xenophobic Northlanders, Rorschach's first reaction was, "Are you kidding me?" His second reaction was to recall the nonsense he had read in history books.
"Don't tell me it's because I'm the descendant of a legendary hero from the North? That's too far-fetched. It's something that happened six or seven hundred years ago. How many generations has it been? Do you still recognize this? "
This was the only thing Rorschach could think of.
However, he knew that no matter how legendary the hero was and how popular the people were, six hundred years had passed … At least a dozen generations had passed.
The countries in the North were also dominated by humans, and humans were a short-lived race. Short-lived races were best at forgetting, not to mention that it was a dynasty that was five or six hundred years old.
Even if you were the king back then, and you told a compatriot on Earth that you were the direct descendant of a certain emperor of the Ming Dynasty …
"Hey, I'm Emperor Qin. I didn't die back then, but my son did. This is my son. Give my son some money, and I'll pay you back a hundred times … No, I'll give you a starship and an aircraft carrier strike group."
If someone really said that, it would be better to call the police.
And even if the other party really believed it … So what? No matter how amazing your ancestor was, what did it have to do with my life?
Although Rorschach was not considered human, he had lived with humans since he was young. His self-perception was that of a normal person, so how could he not understand the ways of humans?
Previously, he had tried to get some information about this, but his rationality quickly told him that it was basically impossible.
"Can the name of the son of Roland really have any influence among the Northlanders?"
Hearing this, Harwood rubbed his hands. This question was really difficult to answer. He was speechless for a long time, but he still managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"… Your full name is Rorschach L. Harloys right? That L … Is it Lan? "
Rorschach nodded subconsciously, and then he saw that the other party was overjoyed. He was so happy that he was about to jump up and down … No, he was really jumping up and down in excitement.
"That's great, that's great, the rumors are true, it's true, the Roland Sacred Sword is with you!! No, it must be with you! "
This time, it was Rorschach's turn to be dumbfounded. How did his top secret become a rumor that everyone knew?
"… Rorschach, you're crazy, you actually sent that guy to recruit the Northlanders, do you know what this means?"
Isabella appeared out of nowhere, and the moment she appeared, she ran over to question Rorschach.
From her rare serious expression, Rorschach knew that this matter was very troublesome.
But he just smiled and lowered his head to drink a mouthful of milk tea. Recently, he was more and more fond of milk tea, probably because he had completely let go of himself.
"How troublesome is it? More troublesome than us not being able to withstand the future Dimensional War, and Lori and I being completely finished? "
Rorschach was very open-minded, or rather, he had already seen through everything.
Troublesome as hell? If he couldn't even overcome the difficulties in front of him, then there was no future. If he could borrow strength, then why not? If he was worried about trouble, then he wouldn't borrow strength … Waiting to be collected?
Since the other clubs and churches could go crazy, why couldn't he do the same?
Seeing Rorschach like this, Isabella suddenly calmed down. She silently looked at Rorschach for a long time, and in the next moment, she turned into a bat and smoke, disappearing without a trace.
"If you've already made up your mind, Xiluo Undead and I will support you."
Leaving behind a sentence that didn't make sense, Rorschach understood, but he could only helplessly smile bitterly.
If he had a choice, he wouldn't have taken this path, but did this world give him a choice?
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