"The flames tossed out countless grudges, the magic fog covered all tragedies, the evil and evil in the shadows were innumerable, and when the thunder came, the living were forced to leave this world …"
"Alright, cut the crap. You just need to tell me the specific ingredients and formula, and I'll pay for it myself."
"This is a tradition, a glory passed down by the shamans …"
"Twenty thousand New Dollars, one kilogram of D-grade Thunderstrike Stone or equivalent coupon."
"Cough, the formula is one portion of Sulphur Rock with Shadow Corrosion, two thousand grams of Mist Blood Tears, and mix it with Dark Attribute Potions with the Cross Chain Technique to create a Thunder Season, then use Negative Energy Bones to permeate it for a week."
"Tsk, you saved so much time earlier."
Rorschach smiled as he recorded down the old shaman's witchcraft formula, then turned around and walked out of the dark alley.
This was the outer wall of Cape Town, also known as the Commoner's District, and from the cloaked passersby who looked around with every step they took, this was not a proper place.
"Seviala, record it down. Four-circle Dark Fog Witchcraft, the casting materials are as follows: 200 grams of Sulphur Rock with Negative Energy Corrosion …"
These days, Rorschach was more diligent than usual, and basically ran through all the streets and alleys of Cape Town.
"… Actually, there's no need to go to this extent, I don't value magic that much …"
Rorschach glared at Seviala's words.
He was not collecting magic information for her, he was doing it for himself, and since he had already given a military order, he could only do it well.
Over the past few days, Rorschach had been running around the streets looking for shamans, witch doctors, earth mages, diviners, and other spellcasters. He bought all sorts of 'secret secrets' and 'ancestral secret recipes' from them.
And the magic information he collected was not for a rookie like Seviala, they could not learn or use it at all.
I want to see the theoretical report within three days. The last time they handed me the report, there were at least five grammatical errors and eleven common sense errors. I'll put up with their stupidity for the time being. After all, this work is beyond the limits of a rookie. They're probably guessing as they're looking for information, but their attitude, hehe … "
Most of the magic materials he collected were like the old shaman's first words. They were vague and unclear, and there were a lot of metaphors and code words. If one really wanted to analyze them, they could easily explain more than a dozen completely different formulas and answers.
Not every old shaman was as rational as that guy. In many cases, the inheritors of ancient witchcraft and witchcraft didn't even know what they had passed down. At this time, after receiving the magic information, they had to analyze it and conduct repeated experiments to determine the real casting materials, incantations, and casting procedures.
This was a tedious and laborious task, so Rorschach directly threw it to the three newly established magic laboratories.
Yes, newly established magic laboratories were valuable and valuable no matter where they were. It was originally impossible to find enough educated spellcasters to form one's own laboratory team in Ansorenne.
But since so many spellcasters came this time, Rorschach would naturally find something for them to do while they were still adapting to the new environment.
"… Oh right, while you're at it, tell them that if they mess with the wrong part of the body again and harass the local women, I'll lock them up together with the horned wolves that have been drugged with aphrodisiac. Heh, you all know that I never lie. I'll even record it and send it back to the council for them to see. "
What made Rorschach angry was that he really couldn't understand why these fellows, after coming here, were slightly safer. They didn't want to learn and improve themselves, but only thought about useless things all day long.
He had experienced many firsts, but the first time he was called as a parent to a brothel to pay for an apprentice who didn't have the money to pay for a prostitute, he almost exploded in anger.
This matter, from a certain perspective, was completely out of Rorschach's expectations.
Perhaps it was because the Descended Ones he came into contact with were all elites carefully selected by the various churches. Every one of them had a huge amount of resources and a team behind them, so most of them were self-disciplined and hardworking. Nobody would waste their time doing nothing or indulge themselves … Cough, thinking of a certain person, Rorschach felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. But her situation was truly special. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see any hope, so it was inevitable that she would slack off.
"… That little bastard, his name is Slier, right? Deduct another 10 points from him. He's already -30 points? Heh, continue deducting. "
Korgen, it wasn't that he took the lead in doing such a despicable thing. It was just that he started a very bad idea and caused all of this to happen.
What did he do? Heh, what he did was completely legal in Ansorenne and Cape Town. He sold all of his life-saving magical items and used all of his money to buy a beautiful female slave in Cape Town's slave market.
Yep, it was completely understandable. This wasn't the Aishi where the legal system was complete and most countries had abolished slavery. Here, slavery was not only legal, but it was also a huge market.
An adolescent child might have even been thinking about this when he was in Aishi. Then, he did it the moment he came here, and even succeeded.
Rorschach felt that he was in the wrong. But where he was wrong wasn't that he didn't stop him. There were so many people, and he couldn't control all of them.
Rorschach felt that his mistake was that he didn't kick that little bastard out of his group of apprentices in time after this incident happened.
That female slave was very beautiful, and she wore very little. Yep, very little. That little bastard showed off in front of the other apprentices every day, showing off his affection and enjoying the service of the female slave.
They were all hot-blooded youths, and most of them had yet to leave their troubled adolescence. With this, naturally, many of them had their own ideas.
Slyer was willing to sell all of his belongings for the happiness of his lower body. Naturally, the others followed suit. Some even proposed to raise funds and buy in groups. Rorschach even knew that some people proposed to buy on the premise of regular exchanges. At that time, he was so angry that he hung all of them on the city gate of Cape Town.
Even though Rorschach, who had consulted the council, had ordered that no one was allowed to buy slaves, those little bastards still caused a lot of trouble. That time when Rorschach went to the brothel to take a woman's first time wasn't the biggest headache for Rorschach. The biggest headache for Rorschach was …
"… Coming from a society where everyone is equal, it's so easy for them to have the mentality of colonialism. They look down on the locals, and even do trashy things like harassing ordinary women."
At the time, Roxia even suspected that Slyer was a spy sent by the elves, or a bomb planted by the enemy faction. But after repeatedly reading Slyer's mind, he discovered that Slyer was just … a simple and foolish adolescent pervert.
Rorschach had expected countless difficulties and setbacks, but he didn't expect to encounter such a situation. It was embarrassing to even complain.
However, these troubles had greatly affected his work efficiency.
So, this time, Rorschach seriously wanted to rectify the situation, and make an example out of them. It all depended on which unlucky bastard ran into it.
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