Chess Mage of Faerûn

Without mentioning how Nancy, Hill, and their daughters were so eager to divide up the first batch of experimental face masks and personally test them, the mage went straight to arranging the next phase of territory development.

"Are you going out again?"

"Yes, I need to take care of some things at Baldur's Gate."

Do you need me to come along?

"No need, this has nothing to do with you or Flame Fist."

The monk spoke calmly, and the female thief responded, glancing at him with her eyes. There was nothing unusual about her, but she felt that there was something she didn't know.

Without saying much, Nancy took the document handed to her by the monk and began to review it. When she looked up again, the monk had vanished without a trace.

"What brings you here, kid? Aren't you going to continue managing your knightly estate?"

Inside Gaolibao, Zhang Yuan, familiar with the place, found the Grand Mage's busy figure in the construction workshop.

"Um, teacher, I... oh?"

Whether feigning surprise or changing the subject, the scene before him truly took him by surprise.

It's no wonder he made a fuss; anyone who suddenly saw the Terminator from the movie standing in front of them with a six-barreled Vulcan cannon would have the same expression.

Besides, this is in a place like Faerûn.

"Oh, that? Your power armor and projectile weapons gave me a lot of inspiration,"

"Why must a living person wear and control the armor? It can be directly controlled by the construct mind. The metal muscle fibers are good, and they can largely make up for the lack of flexibility and explosive power in mechanical joints."

Tyrantir fiddled with the metal skull head of the knock-off Terminator, the detection devices inside the exposed eye sockets flashing red.

"Instead of using the barren brains of fools, we should make room for some detection equipment."

The archmage tapped the skull with his knuckles, producing a clear, resonant sound. He nodded in satisfaction, picked up the visor, and installed the cover.

"Then this six-barreled Gatling gun?"

"Oh, this thing is called a Gatling gun in your world? That sounds like someone's name."

"Yes, it's the name of a doctor. He invented this thing out of kindness, to prevent the wounded from suffering unnecessarily."

"... "

The Grand Master couldn't help but let out a sharp twitch at the corner of his eye, and with a sigh of relief, he continued:

"I disassembled and studied the firearm you concocted called the 'explosive gun.' Its power and effectiveness are usable, but its twin-barreled firepower projection is still somewhat lacking."

"A six-tube rotating launcher, it seems you're not unfamiliar with it either; this kind of structure should have existed in your world for a long time."

"Yes, there is, but the ammunition consumption..." Zhang Yuan shook his head as he spoke:
"It may be strong, but it's not practical."

"Excessive energy consumption is your own problem, not the weapon's problem."

Tyrantir's casual remark left Zhang Yuan speechless, and the latter helplessly shrugged and agreed:
"Okay, okay, that's my question, but I have another one."

"Tell me, that's why you came, isn't it?"

The high priest glanced at it and then turned back to continue working on the project at hand.

"Teacher, I need a book or a manuscript,"

"A manuscript that could open the gates of Candleburg."

"You're going to Candlehold?"

Tyrantir paused, put down his tools, and turned to stare at his cheap apprentice.

"Yes, I can already sense that we are about to reach that boundary, and in order to take this step, sufficient resources are indispensable."

Zhang Yuan looked up and stared directly at the Grand Master, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Hmm, it seems that Neverwinter Academy has declined."

"Huh?" Zhang Yuan didn't understand, but Tyrantil continued speaking to himself:

"The knowledge of such a large academy is not enough for a mere seventh-ring cultivator to advance. That old bastard Balas should step down and give way to a more capable person, lest you bury your talent."

The Grand Master was clearly not fooled by his disciple's seemingly sincere words and performance; he had seen far too many of the latter's tricks.

"Uh…"

Zhang Yuan was about to speak in his defense when Tyrantir decisively stopped him:

"If you made this up, I have no interest in listening to this nonsense."

"As for your true intentions, I don't want to know too much."

The Grand Master's profound gaze fell upon Zhang Yuan's face, and the latter's expression shifted several times before he spoke again with some difficulty:

“I am not ignorant or fearless. Reverence is the guidepost to stay away from disaster, and self-knowledge is the yardstick for measuring danger.”

Tyrantil scoffed at this:
"The fishermen of Sword Bay are usually terrified of Ambor, but when they go to the mudflats at low tide to collect the sea's bounty, there are always some greedy and foolish ones who are reluctant to part with their immediate catch and end up returning to Ambor's embrace."

"I think I..."

"That's not important,"

He waved his hand, and after carefully sorting out and processing the parts and tools in front of him, he turned around and signaled his disciples to follow.

Turning onto the spiral staircase and climbing it, the master and apprentice arrived at the library one after the other.

"People have to take responsibility for their own decisions, and no one has the right to interfere with a mage's choices."

“If the person involved insists on this, there’s no point in refusing or obstructing them, but if they want that ticket from me,”

Tyrantir led his disciple to a secluded side room and dispelled the protective barriers and traps enchanted there.
"To sort through these manuscripts, to take that step you spoke of, at least before we are swept away by the tide of fate in the future..."

"Survived?"

"To die with more dignity."

"..."

How did things turn out like this? He was just asking the teacher for an admission ticket, but it's turned into him acting like he was determined to risk his life for money.

Ordered to reflect on his actions, Zhang Yuan went through his ideas several times, but at most he only picked up the pieces and swept away the ashes. He did not have any suicidal thoughts of trying to pull chestnuts out of the fire.

The teacher was still a bit conservative, Zhang Yuan thought to himself, but it wasn't surprising. Not everyone was like him, a transmigrator who knew the key points and knew how to avoid pitfalls and gain advantages.

For example, Cloversha, who would have thought that this newly promoted general under Angelo would be the eye of the storm in the Sword Coast chaos?
If you brazenly approach someone, whether they are a friend or foe, you're unlikely to end up with a good outcome.

The prophecy came from Arlando, but the winds of change didn't just start in Candlekeep.

There were various reasons why it was difficult to explain to Tyrande, so he decided to make the best of it and take care of things in the future. As for the territory, he would take care of things in the future and follow the established procedures. There shouldn't be any major problems in the short term.

A Guide to the Application of Necromantic Spells in the Creation of Flesh Golems

interesting…

Insights on Material Transformation Processing for Deceased Bones

Ok.

Spell Experiment Notes I-XII

Huh (⊙_☉)?

Compared to other single volumes or two-volume sets, the sheer size of a complete twelve-volume set is truly eye-catching.

A quick glance reveals that, aside from the standard script used in transcription, the pages are filled with extensive notes and annotations handwritten by Tyrandeur himself.

Each volume isn't thick, and a quick glance reveals that this notebook doesn't discuss a particular arcane art or school of magic, but rather records and explores a rather profound super-magical technique:
A rising star in spell chaining.

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