Equipment Printing School Mage

This public room was unlocked and practically empty, seemingly having no function other than soundproofing.

However, even so, before opening the door, Sig still cautiously glanced across the road: "-Also, you must be careful. Don't go to the evil god area across the road during this period."

When these words came out, Emiya's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly: "Why?"

Because of their location, they passed through that area - they didn't encounter anything along the way.

"Because..." Before Sig could finish his words, Lorian, who was following them, suddenly spoke up, "Sig, they crossed the evil temple area."

"What!?" Sig's hand was already on the door handle, but when he heard the bad news, his hand couldn't help but tremble.

Mars gave the mind-reading maid a cold glance. Lorien shrugged. "I just think that matters of this magnitude shouldn't be kept secret from each other."

Emiya sighed, stood between Lorian and Mars, and said to Sig, "Yes. But the journey was smooth and nothing happened."

"..." Sig pondered for a moment, "Mr. Emiya, do you like to eat three bananas for breakfast and four bananas in the afternoon? Or do you like to eat four bananas for breakfast and three in the afternoon?"

Emiya replied angrily, "I'm not a monkey."

"You're almost there," Sig replied with a dark face. "It seems the reputation of Benshaba's new Chosen One hasn't spread yet. If you've made it through the temple unharmed, it only means she's been recruited. Wait a few days, and she'll appear across from you."

"-Benshaba?!" The others shouted together, simply because the name of this god was notorious.

Silver shouted in an even more shocked voice, "Who is Ben Shaba?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people present rolled their eyes.

Even Lorian couldn't help but gesture at this moment: "The daughter of misfortune born after the death of the goddess of fate Tyche, the sister of the goddess of luck Tymora and the eternal enemy - you don't know?! Wait, you..."

Before Lorian could finish, Emiya suddenly took a few steps forward and stood in front of Yin. "She's a fool who's obsessed with magic. She lacks a lot of common sense. We've been trying to educate her, but it seems the results are...hiss...little."

However, before he could explain, Lorien raised her eyes in even greater panic: "Yes, so that's how it is. I understand everything. It's normal, haha, very normal."

Sig blinked in confusion and remained silent for a moment. Then, as if time had gone back, he completely ignored what had just happened: "Where was I? Oh, right. Anyway, if you don't leave Baldur's Gate, be prepared for bad luck in the next few days."

She opened the door of the Singing House, took out the stone from her arms, and whispered a few words to the other end: "...I'm sorry to bother you so late at night. Yes, yes. Uh, unfortunately, there are five of us."

Then, just like last time, after a brief trance and space change, they came to that luxurious room again.

But this time, Emilia didn't need to open the secret door herself - Lady Adrian, or Imoen, was still sitting at the small table across from them. But this time, her face was full of frost.

As soon as they met, Imoen flew into a rage. He grabbed a bottle of ink and threw it at Emiya. "I knew you wouldn't leave so easily, but I never thought you wouldn't even wait one night!"

Twenty-four Storm is coming

Just by meeting for the first time, Emilia knew that Imoen was indeed a wanderer.

The technique of throwing ink is a standard dart gesture, and the movement is skillful and the throw is powerful - someone who becomes a wizard from the beginning cannot master this skill.

"...Tsk."

However, when he saw the ink label clearly, his face darkened.

The ink that Lady Adrian threw at him was exactly the luxury product produced by Candlekeep that Mars mentioned.

A few days ago, he copied spell books day and night, and the water level in the ink bottle had dropped visibly, which made him feel very painful - but this luxury item was thrown away as garbage by the veteran wizard without hesitation.

He sighed and reached out to catch the bottle of ink.

At this moment, the lid of the ink bottle loosened quietly in mid-air, and when it turned in front of Emilia, the lid suddenly fell off.

The full bottle of ink instantly filled Emiya's vision.

"what!?"

This unexpected situation, which came without warning, was completely unexpected by everyone present. Even with Mars's skills, it was already too late to make a move.

"Be careful... huh?!"

Imoen, who went by the pseudonym Mrs. Adrian, just had time to speak out a reminder, but before she could finish her words, she opened her eyes slightly in surprise.

Seeing that Emiya was about to be splashed with ink all over her head and face, Yin sighed and snapped his fingers.

The next second, Emiya felt that the ink flying in the air suddenly slowed down a lot.

At this moment, he could even see the trajectory of Imoen's lips changing in mid-air and how the ink droplets collided with each other in the air.

The strange thing was that he did not feel any strange difficulty when controlling his body, and he moved aside very easily.

This abnormal feeling lasted only a moment. The next second, the ink flow rate returned to normal, splashing onto the floor. However, Emiya's position had changed.

"........."

For the first time, Imoen's face showed an unconcealable confusion: "...This is arcane? What did you do?"

She couldn't help but stand up and stare at Yin's face, as if trying to memorize her appearance in her mind: "...Who are you?"

Yin didn't think he had done anything remarkable at all, and said frankly: "I don't know, so Emiya is asking people for me."

"..." Imoen's eyes moved among the people several times, and finally asked, "Let me ask, how did you guys get together?"

Mars replied unhappily, "Emmia and I were probably brought together by the sage of Shadow Valley, but as for Yin, it was a completely bizarre coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Imoen shook her head. "I used to think the idea of ​​suing the dead was complete nonsense, but now I'm not so sure."

She relaxed and sat back in her chair. "I suggest that the spell you just cast—Hurry Up, Advanced Acceleration, or some other more advanced and rare magical effect—I don't care what it is. Don't show it to outsiders easily, and don't use it in insignificant situations like you did just now. I don't know who you are, but the power you just displayed is enough to make countless evil people covet it."

"However, although I am also curious at the moment, the situation is critical now, and it is really not the time to engage in magical research. Mr. Emiya, Mr. Mars, can you tell me what exactly happened when you went to the Hall of Miracles in Gond this time?"

Emiya briefly summarized his trip, but just as he mentioned his reunion with Adrien, Imoen couldn't help but pull down her hood, covering half of her face. By the time she finished, she was almost speechless. "—What a mess! How could just going to the temple to ask about a magical item turn out like this?!"

Mars said unhappily, "I don't think we're unlucky, but Baldur's Gate has become a leaky, dilapidated house. If you operate in this place, it's only a matter of time before your boots get soaked in blood—be it your own blood, the enemy's blood, or the blood of innocents."

"Indeed." Imoen sighed, walked out of the secret room, and returned with a document in her hand. "I've actually been following the recent murders. None of these murders have been successful, so the entire Baldur's Gate upper echelons have done their best to suppress their spread. Now, with the latest information I've received, I've gained some clues - it's impossible to find the cause of death using conventional means."

"Why?" Emilia asked.

Imoen snorted coldly. "Elturgard, who is most concerned about Baldur's Gate, would never resort to such a murder method so openly. I could perhaps try to replicate a similar murder method, but it would be expensive, tedious, and wasteful. I am unwilling to waste my magic on a few scare tricks. And even I can't do it without leaving any traces."

"But the Devil is behind the Gods and Non-Gods..." Ai Meng pressed his brow. "What if the Devil signed a contract with these dead people, and the way they died is the price for violating the contract? But if these people don't break the contract, won't these plans be impossible to implement?"

Emiya hesitated for a moment and whispered, "My teacher said that the devil is best at two things: making you sign a treaty you can't refuse, and making you die when it's time to die. I don't think this will be a problem for the devil."

"Your teacher's knowledge is quite confusing," Imoen commented unhappily, then shook her head. "By the way, what did the man who just died look like? I haven't gotten any information from Flame Fist yet."

Emiya stretched out her hand and formed a portrait in mid-air.

To be honest, he himself felt that this portrait was difficult to use as a reference - the deceased had obviously been tortured beyond recognition before his death. He was probably very different from his normal appearance before death.

However, Imoen just took a look and fell silent.

She raised her head and took a breath.

She also made a gesture, revealing a person's appearance to everyone: "Do you think it's this person?"

Of the two faces, one was only slightly gloomy, yet still possessed considerable temperament. The other, however, was practically filled with death and frenzy, its facial muscles twisted uncontrollably into a hideous, distorted expression.

But judging from the facial bone structure alone, it is entirely possible that they are the same person.

Luo Lian murmured: "Strange, I seem to have seen this person——"

As she spoke, a look of shock finally appeared on her face: "—Isn't this someone from the Eltoril envoys? I remember him as..."

Imoen sighed. "He is a student of the High Watcher of Elturgard, the supreme ruler of Elturgard."

In other words, he is almost equivalent to the Prince of Elturgard, except that Elturgard is not a feudal society and its ruler is not a king.

Emiya was silent for a moment, then said, "Speaking of which, a mage rushed into Eltoril's camp outside the city. Then, Eltoril's camp immediately armed themselves and rushed towards Feilong Rock."

Imoen fell silent, then slammed the table. "—What kind of infiltration has Flaming Fist become? Slani Ravengarde, you idiot! You just wanted to be a good guy, but is it that easy to be a good guy? Now you can't even save your own life! And I have to clean up the mess for you!"

She took a deep breath and said, "Alright, you guys wanted to get involved, but now you're back. Let's go to Feilongyan. I don't care how tense things are over there, you must stabilize the situation!"

Emiya was stunned for a moment: "I do have this intention, but why should they listen to me?"

"It seems you haven't shown me my ring this time?"

"No."

"That's perfect—I now allow you to use this ring. Silver Shield Family, Witch Grocery, Flaming Fist, Valakin—if you are stopped without the proper identification, you can show this ring. Those who understand will understand. Of course, I recommend only showing it to the highest-ranking officials you meet."

"But you are only allowed to show it. I don't allow you to say my name, including Mrs. Adrian."

"This is a test. If you can't even resolve this, turn around and leave Baldur's Gate."

Twenty-five most greedy poets

"Okay, now it's your turn." Emiya and her group would definitely go, but the situation with Lorian and Sig was quite delicate. Imon glanced inside the house and couldn't help but sigh.

None of the three women here is easy to deal with - Yin is just suppressed by Emiya, so she doesn't have to cause any headaches.

Imoen clapped his hands. "Lorian, for the next period of time, most of the time will be spent on negotiations... Do you want to go?"

The shapeshifter obviously didn't expect the topic to suddenly turn to her at this moment, and immediately pricked up his ears alertly: "... Most? What if the negotiations go unsuccessful?"

Imoen was silent for a moment, but finally replied, "Of course we have to fight. This is Faerun. Negotiation can solve many problems, but it can't solve all of them. I'm afraid the most intense decisive battle is unavoidable."

"—Then I won't go!" Although the shapeshifter was still technically living under someone else's roof, Lorian showed an unusually firm resistance. "I have no fighting power. I'm just a maid earning a daily wage. Why should I go to a place like this?"

Apparently, this wasn't the first time a similar argument had occurred, and the expression on Imoen's face was completely predictable and helpless. "...No, technically, you're still in the stage of redeeming yourself from your crimes. The relationship between us isn't strictly one of superior and subordinate."

"So what?" Even though she had said this, Lorian had no intention of softening her stance. "The worst that can happen is death. You can just kill me now. It won't take more than a few days."

Mars glanced at the shapeshifter and said, "I think our team is currently pretty much united. I don't think it's necessary to force someone in who doesn't want to come in."

Emiya also shook her head: "I don't think it's necessary."

"Ha!" Imoen couldn't help but laugh. "So how do you plan to negotiate? You're good at provoking, but mediation? Maybe, but I'm really worried."

At that moment, the bard, whose height was not much taller than Imoen's table, silently raised her hand in the middle of the crowd. "So, is there still a role for me here? Can you give me severance pay and ship fare? I might be drifting around the Sword Coast for a long time."

"—Of course." Imoen stood up. "Miss Sig, are you interested in making some extra money?"

Sig was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with vigilance: "You don't have any money that can be easily obtained here."

"Then you don't have to worry. I'm not paying for it." Imoen knocked on the table. "There's a team right now. What they need most is a poet who knows every street corner and alley in the outer city of Baldur's Gate, who can tell lies with open eyes and is good at turning white into black."

"Actually, this kind of request is quite common. But Baldur's Gate is too dangerous these days. I definitely won't take this kind of dangerous work for a daily wage. If I do, I'll just ask for a cut of the profits." Sig said, looking back at the people in Emya and shaking his head. "But this team is no good. Tsk tsk, they exude an air of... humph - these people take it as an honor to do good deeds without leaving a name. They have wealthy families, but I don't. If I go in, won't I just be eating dirt and drinking sea air every day? Mages can make money, but that's their own money, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Don't go."

"Very good. I have always held a conservative opinion." Mars said bluntly, "Mrs. Adrian, you know my situation. I would rather get hurt than be involved in an irreversible situation without knowing why."

A paladin is held accountable for the actions of those he associates with. If a teammate breaks the law, the paladin must not only not shield them but personally bring them to justice. This principle of prioritizing justice over personal feelings is not universally accepted. Rather than a potentially catastrophic conflict, it's better to abstain from any contact in the first place.

"I still don't agree! Who wants to be with such a rigid and rigid person? Every day, I have to consider whether you are happy or not. Who are you to me?"

And Emilia couldn't help but feel distressed.

In just this brief time together, he was certain that Sig was the perfect person to fill the team's gaps—not to mention the Paladin, but Silver's style was clearly uninvolved. While he'd been a relatively ordinary person on Earth, he didn't understand the life of the lower classes here. Their style was too conspicuous for a place like Baldur's Gate, which was full of dark corners.

But they didn't know Sig well enough - as Mars said, Sig might become a time bomb in the team. Although based on their brief understanding, Sig was not a vicious criminal and was still within the tolerance of the paladins.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, Yin, who had always been reluctant to get involved in such matters, stared at Xige's face with a smile and suddenly said, "Actually, I agree to let her join the team."

"Ah?!" Emilia and Mars screamed in surprise.

Yin's interest in Sig was clearly unusual. She rushed forward and grabbed Sig's sleeve tightly. Sig's unusually large clothes had become her prison. She was just a moment slow to react, and was immediately grabbed by the corner of her clothes, unable to move.

"What are you doing?! This is indecent assault! Is anyone going to stop this?"

But Yin completely ignored her. He just pulled Sig hard, not letting her leave. He turned around and shouted to Emiya, "I think she can join the team. You won't regret it."

"Uh……"

Silver is a very subtle existence in the team.

Obviously, she had a deep secret. When she was in her prime, she was obviously not on the same level as the two young people who were just starting out - although for some reason, she was very willful most of the time.

Fortunately, she has almost no interest in most things other than magic. Although she is willful, she is not so stubborn that she won't listen. Therefore, there are actually very few conflicts within the team.

But Yin thinks Sig should join the team, and this opinion carries some weight.

"I haven't agreed yet!" Sig pulled at her clothes vigorously. Unfortunately, her body was too petite. Even Yin was a head taller than her. "Why should I join the team? What's the point?"

Imoen snorted and tapped the table. "You said that the money earned by the mage belongs only to him. That's wrong. Their team is quite special—the three of them actually share all their wealth. Anyone can take it out if they need it urgently. So the money earned by the mage can also be your money."

"No, this explanation is also unavoidable..." Emiya hesitated at this point.

Mars was a paladin, and his armor and weapons were both gold-eating beasts. Silver was indifferent to money, so they had been using the old agreement, and Miss Imoen's understanding was not wrong.

However, Sig was a bard. This profession didn't require armor, rarely used weapons, and he didn't know how to play musical instruments. So, he probably wasn't particularly useful to Sig... Perhaps she'd just prefer to keep the proceeds immediately?

"This kind of pancake is useless to me!"