Equipment Printing School Mage

Emiya looked at Karkoros and said calmly, "Let's get started. The Flame Fist is currently facing financial difficulties, and due to a loophole in the contract, they are under considerable pressure to provide supplies. I am willing to provide assistance to the Flame Fist, but there is a condition."

As he spoke, he slowly took out an iron ingot from the small bag on his waist.

The iron ingot wasn't particularly heavy, weighing only a few kilograms. Yet, as he whispered, the neat iron ingot gradually became thinner and thinner, like silk being pulled from a cocoon.

The thin steel filaments flowing out from the iron ingots slowly entwine with each other in mid-air like silk, passing through the air.

The Flame Fist soldiers who had been on guard had forgotten their duties, staring intently at the miracle in Emiya's hands, their jaws dropping. And Ola, witnessing Emiya's incredible feat for the first time, nearly popped his eyes out.

The heavy steel even appears light due to its extreme slenderness.

These sharpest threads easily outlined the emblem of the Flaming Fist, and the remaining steel fell lightly and solidified into a slender iron pillar.

This is actually a flaming fist flag.

Emilia calmly turned the unprecedented steel flag slightly and blew on it.

This flag flutters gently in the air like a piece of silk fabric, and when viewed from the side, it almost doesn't exist.

Compared to this extremely showy banner, the so-called master craftsmanship of the armor is simply a failed apprentice's product.

Carl Ola's voice almost trembled: "--This is also magic?! This is also arcane? This is--"

"This is the world of arcane magic. There are endless mysteries waiting for you to explore." Karkoros closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Come, young man. I no longer doubt your abilities. Tell me your request—I will do my best to coordinate it."

Ola took a few quick breaths to recover his composure, coughed lightly, and said, "I hope you can propose something that won't substantially harm the interests of our Marshal's agent and that isn't financially demanding."

——He almost said directly, I hope to get the right to borrow Mr. Karkoros's spell book as compensation.

Emiya shook her head. "Unfortunately, on the contrary, our team is special, so we have certain restrictions on property..."

Having said that, he glanced at the bard lady in the team.

Her ears wiggled, and her eyes were practically shining with gold.

"There's... considerable demand." Emiya sighed. "So I'm afraid we're not opposed to purely financial cooperation. But right now, the premise of this cooperation is that we don't want to cooperate with Flame Fist as adventurers."

Ola blinked, a rare look of confusion in his eyes: "--In what capacity? A subordinate of the Grand Duke? An envoy of the Church? Or an ambassador of some country or organization?"

"I do hope to obtain the status of a representative of a certain organization and use it as a credential to operate in Baldur's Gate. However, you are very familiar with this organization."

Karkoros smiled and shook his head. "I'm familiar with too many organizations. As long as you don't want to..."

The old wizard's voice suddenly stopped in the middle of his words.

Then, the old wizard's eyes narrowed dangerously under his eyebrows.

"Yes." Emilia answered affirmatively, "In the next investigation, we will have to contact several suspicious forces to search for clues, but we can't get along with them as adventurers. It will take too long. We must have an identity that they can't refuse.

"For example, let's say we approach them as the Flame Fist."

Emiya stood up and asked Carl Ola, "Excuse me, is the threshold for joining the Flame Fist high?"

"High... I don't believe it." Ola now fully understood and replied unhappily, "The Marshal of the Flame Fist has the unconditional right to recruit anyone, and Burning Flame only needs to submit an application for approval. Even Jingwei is qualified to submit an application on behalf of others. As long as Karkoros is willing, you can become a Flame Fist now."

"But I am not willing to exercise this power at will." Karkoros' voice suddenly turned cold.

Although the acting Flame Fist Marshal's speech was usually unsophisticated, his attitude was actually quite easygoing. But at this moment, he became serious.

"Sir, I ask you to clarify at this moment: How can you prove that you have nothing to do with the many things that Flaming Fist has experienced?" The old wizard stood up and looked down into Emilia's eyes. "The many crises that Flaming Fist faces at this moment are just part of the spell, and the spell itself has not yet begun to take effect... How can I confirm that this request, which comes at such a delicate time that I may not be able to refuse, is not the final component of this spell?

"At this moment, even the ring is not enough evidence - perhaps you are capable of forgery."

"Come on, Mr. Emiya, you must not show any hesitation or fear at this moment." Sig reminded him mentally, "At this point, the most important thing isn't whether your answer makes sense, but rather that you absolutely mustn't show any fear in your demeanor! Only in this way can you suppress the other person's suspicions...regardless of whether you're right or wrong!"

[Be careful, Emiya.] Yin Ze warned, [This wizard is serious - if your answer is too bad, he might actually attack and try to control us.]

"Then I'm somewhat confident about this matter." Emiya replied.

They had imagined this scenario last night, and Emilia had already prepared a plan in mind.

He also stood up and looked at the old wizard without fear.

Facing the old wizard's questioning and vague murderous intent, Emiya asked without hesitation, "In your opinion, the enemy's series of actions are completely within the scope of Baldur's Gate law, leaving you powerless and unable to do anything. For many days, you can only sit in the Ocean Tower and sigh. What is the reason behind this?"

Karkoros was stunned for a moment, not realizing that Emiya was answering a question with a question. Instead, he replied, "...because of their work habits? Are they afraid of the power that the Flame Fist would display in a formal fight?"

"I don't think that's accurate." Emiya took a step forward and asked in a resounding voice, "Let me put it this way, Mr. Karkoros, if the Flaming Fist fails to survive this economic blow and disbands, what are your plans?"

The old wizard clearly had no experience arguing with others, and his response was completely subconscious: "Of course I'm dissatisfied, looking for old friends, and trying to go back and investigate the details of the mastermind behind this."

"So, do you understand? By the time you find your allies and return to Baldur's Gate, they will have already wiped out all traces of you. Even if you finally find the answer after much effort, they will have already secured their position on the Council of Four." Emiya gave his answer, "That's their purpose.

"As long as they refrain from resorting to extreme measures for a short period of time, and instead use relatively mild and almost completely legal means to defeat the Flame Fist, you won't resort to violence. You won't be an enraged Nine-Circled Mage, but simply a thoughtful sage and advisor. This way, they can easily disable the Flame Fist's most powerful trump card from beginning to end. This method doesn't work for everyone, but it clearly works for you.

At this moment, Emilia suddenly raised her voice and shouted:

"You think I'm using drastic measures, and therefore suspect me of being an enemy? Mr. Karkoros, the noose is already around your neck, but the platform hasn't been kicked away, and the rope hasn't been tightened. Do you think the Flaming Fist isn't in danger of disbanding? The final blow is imminent. If they wish to legally cripple the Flaming Fist, the Council of Four is the perfect stage."

"Carcolos, I suggest you immediately raise your guard. All the rules of the Supreme Hall seem to be gathering strength for the next attack—"

At this moment, Yin, who had been feeling drowsy again, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in his mind: [Everyone be careful, teleportation spell!]

At the same time, the walls of the room erupted with several magical shocks.

Before she finished her words, more than a dozen figures were suddenly shaken out from the ceiling and walls of the room in batches, and fell all over the floor of the lounge. Some of them even fell between Emiya and her group and Flame Fist.

This almost unexpected abnormality was beyond everyone's expectations. Mars and Emilia almost subconsciously drew their swords, and the Flame Fist soldiers at the door also wanted to rush into the room at the same time.

But at the same moment, Emiya reacted and immediately shouted to the outside of the door: "Don't come in!"

Even more unfortunately, this unexpected attack triggered the protective spell on Karkoros. An ivory statue on his body instantly shattered, and a spell exploded centered on him, with protective magic waves spreading outward, harmlessly passing over everyone in the room.

Emiya knew the spell—it broke barriers, dispelled enchantments, transmutations, and curses cast upon the subject—and could reverse even those spells that had taken effect immediately.

Then Karkoros was surrounded by a light, transparent, and elastic magic ball, and the white cloak behind him flashed with star-like brilliance.

In the end, even Karkoros himself didn't have time to react before the second statue on his body shattered. The magical aura of the spell system surrounded him, and the old wizard's figure disappeared from the lounge in an instant.

Obviously, his protective magic at this moment helped the old wizard escape from this unexpected predicament in time - but the group of people who stayed there were not so lucky.

This unusual commotion naturally attracted the staff of the Supreme Hall - it was obvious that everyone in this lounge had broken more than one rule.

Furthermore, everyone in this room will be expelled from the Supreme Hall and forced to miss the four-member council for the next few days.

The footsteps outside were almost continuous.

But Emilia and the others didn't even have the chance to pay attention to the incoming waiter.

Mars had already drawn his sword and rushed towards the mages who had been teleported into the room.

It was very simple. These mages wore scarlet robes, their bodies were thin and even dry, their skin was bronzed from the sun, but for some reason it had an unhealthy grayish-white tint, and their bald heads were covered with mysterious tattoos.

This group of people are the most notorious group of mages in Faerun - the Red Mages of Cyrene.

Necromancy, slavery, desecration of innocent lives and even the lives of their own apprentices, burning, killing and looting. If you have ever seen the same countless pale skeletons dragging farm tools in the endless fields, then you have probably arrived in Cyre, the far east of Faerun.

Apodel Adrian once mentioned his evaluation of the Red Mage: "If you kill a living Red Mage, you will at least let two Red Mage who have turned into undead escape justice."

As a paladin, Mars would probably be on the verge of breaking his oath if he showed even a little sympathy for the red-robed wizard.

Without hesitation, he kicked away the staff from the waist of the nearest red-robed wizard, and then quickly lifted up several red-robed wizards who had not yet reacted and threw them against the wall. Several living people weighing more than 50 kilograms were like newborn chicks in front of him.

His speed was so fast that the others present hardly even had time to react.

However, a strange waiter in the Supreme Hall was even faster than him, as if he had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He appeared almost immediately outside the door. Without even checking the situation in the lounge, he raised his voice and shouted in a voice that shook the entire Supreme Hall: "How can you disregard Baldur's Gate? You actually disregard the rules of the Supreme Hall! You will be expelled from the Supreme Hall!"

Thirty-seven: Taking on a Mission in a Time of Crisis

It should be said that it is unexpected.

When Emiya heard those rules and regulations, she already had a bad feeling.

No matter how you look at it, these rules seem to be tailor-made for Flame Fist.

The punishment of being banned from entering the Supreme Hall for ten days wasn't actually that severe, but it was a real threat to Flame Fist at that moment.

Emiya didn't have a sufficiently accurate understanding of the Flaming Fist's current financial situation. Regardless, if Emiya wanted to resolve this predicament, cutting costs alone would likely not be enough. As the military backbone of Baldur's Gate, the Flaming Fist would naturally request assistance from the Council of Four at this time.

Perhaps they could ask the Council of Four for a budget increase, perhaps they could ask for an advance on their income, perhaps they could cede their rights—but no matter what, the High Hall was the perfect channel for seeking help. Without this place, the Grand Dukes probably wouldn't have the right to use Baldur's Gate's treasury on their own.

Therefore, Flame Fist should go all out in the next few days to gain support.

Emiya had long anticipated that the enemies behind the scenes would do their utmost to prevent Flame Fist from successfully attending the meeting. He and Mars had even been keeping an eye on the door. As long as there was any movement outside, they would immediately block the door to prevent more than a dozen uninvited guests from rushing in.

Yin sighed quietly: "Just to get twenty spots, they used mages to forcibly move everyone in. That's a bit extravagant... They even miscalculated the teleportation distance and got themselves hit pretty hard."

Yes, they had not expected that even Sel's red-robed wizard would get involved.

However, in Faerun's magic system, preventing others from teleporting to your side is an extremely difficult task - at least, it is difficult for you to foresee the other party's teleportation in advance, and you can't send the enemy who has just teleported to your side back to the original place.

Therefore, using teleport to get close in a skirmish or even a raid is almost certain to succeed.

What was even worse was that Karkoros's spell preparation was obviously quite conservative. When something unexpected happened, all his trigger spells were used to contact the control on himself, add protection to himself, and then immediately evacuate the battlefield.

The spell prepared by Karkoros had the desired effect, saving Karkoros from danger.

The only problem was that the strongest mage present fled the scene immediately... and the remaining people were left behind by the Deputy Marshal.

Emiya's eyes moved around, quickly taking in the current situation.

Mars's combat instincts were always sharp, and his movements were as sharp as ever, almost to the point of being excessive. He immediately rushed forward, temporarily controlling the red-robed mage's movements, and with his sword already in hand, he suppressed the red-robed mage within his attack range.

But the situation is still not optimistic.

The other people brought by the red-robed mages were all from the Red Moon Group.

If these werewolves choose to transform at such a close distance, everyone except Mars will be very passive.

If they wanted to completely stop the werewolf's attack, they had to relax their suppression of the Red Robe Mage. However, if they relaxed their suppression of the Red Robe Mage, the Cyrans' counterattack would likely cause a flaw in his defense.

But there is still a chance now - the Red Moon Group has not yet publicly announced their identity as werewolves.

The Red Moon Group had now struggled to their feet, but none of them took action. Even Sel's red-robed wizard glared at Mars, but didn't actually attack him.

Amyia immediately came up with a temporary plan in her mind.

First of all, the person who could least afford to have any problems was Carl Ola.

He was the chief financial officer of the Flame Fist and the chief steward of the Wangyang Tower. At this point in time, if anything happened to him, the Flame Fist would be completely paralyzed.

Emiya stood in front of Carl Ola without hesitation, using her body to separate Carl Ola and the uninvited guests.

The servant outside was startled by Mars's decisiveness, but he reacted in an instant: "Stop! Stop! This is the most sacred and inviolable place in Baldur's Gate. All disputes should be resolved with words and logic, not magic and steel! Anyone who uses force in the High Hall will be expelled from Baldur's Gate!"

Mars held the sword in his hand with no intention of letting go. "Unfortunately, if I let go of the sword now, I might end up in Kelemvor's (the god of death) hazy realm. Compared to this risk, I would rather move outside Baldur's Gate."

Having said this, he paused and said coldly, "Also, I remember that in the Supreme Hall, we uphold the right of limited self-defense. When I am attacked by others, I have the right to ensure that the invader loses the possibility of further attack."

The paladin raised his voice, his voice thick with murderous intent. "And now, while we're having a meeting in our own lounge, a group... maybe even two groups of people have invaded the private area we paid to reserve and temporarily own!"

The waiter swallowed hard at the paladin's reputation, but held his head high. "No, you're wrong. Look around you."

The several groups of uninvited guests that arrived had identical configurations. Leading them was a red-robed mage, accompanied by warriors from the Red Moon Group.

The number of visitors alone had already reached the threshold of exactly twenty people. If anyone else was in the room when they arrived, the crowd restriction regulations would be triggered - no more than twenty people were allowed in the lounge.

"Everyone in this lounge has lost the temporary ownership of this lounge granted by the Supreme Hall because they have triggered the crowd restriction regulations!"

The waiter spoke fluently, as if he had rehearsed it countless times. "At the same time, I regret that you will lose the right to attend this four-person meeting!"

At this moment, the waiter seemed to have just noticed Flame Fist and asked in surprise, "Karl Ola Ranyan, why are you here? This is troublesome. It seems that Flame Fist is scheduled to submit a new budget proposal at the four-person meeting. Please find someone to hand it over as soon as possible. I'm afraid you won't be able to attend."

Things have come to this point, even the dumbest person should be able to see it.

This trap had been planned long ago - using a variety of legal, seemingly unintentional actions to cut off Flame Fist's escape route.

Carl Ola took a shuddering breath and pointed in the direction of the red-robed wizard: "What about them?"

Without hesitation, the waiter replied, "They were expelled from the High Hall just like you. We call that fair. In short, please do not delay any further. If you do not wish to be punished further, please leave the High Hall immediately."

It is full of loopholes, or perhaps its existence is meant to allow a specific group of people to exploit it.

It was obvious which side the waiter, who immediately appeared on the scene, was on.

The waiter shrugged. "The Crimson Moon Group is directly under Grand Duke Valakan and will not be affected. However, these mages will be banned from entering the Supreme Hall just like you. Fair enough."

This undisguised partiality was naturally planned long ago. The Crimson Moons, once intimidated by the towering figure of Mars, chuckled softly at the waiter's voice. Meanwhile, the red-robed mages of Sel continued to stare at Mars in silence, their eyes filled with resentment.

[…Emia, what should I do now?] Mars still didn't let go of the sword and asked in his heart.

"Now that we've lost the initiative, we'll probably be on the defensive for a while. There's no point in making a scene here. Please keep an eye on the Red Mage and prevent them from playing any tricks. Let's leave the High Hall first." Emiya replied, "The Red Mage has always been known to be arrogant, but now he's willing to be a pawn. I'm afraid the real pest is hiding behind them. There's no point in engaging in a fight with them here."