Equipment Printing School Mage

Although Karkoros has decided to give them the right to speak at the meeting...if a conflict really breaks out, all the people in their team may not be able to be stronger than one of Karkoros's hands.

This time, Karkoros's response was quite straightforward: "Wasn't that a good point just now? I really like it. Now, let's force the Red Robe Mage to take action—I'm in a bad mood today."

With this approval, Sig, who had been lying low, finally found her chance to shine. She immediately emerged from the crowd and said, "—Old mummy, I gave you a bag and you still stuffed it! You've made the journey all the way from Cyre to the West Coast. Everyone knows what kind of person you are: nothing more than someone who eats sand in their hometown, with bad teeth and can't get in the trough. As a result, they can only travel tens of thousands of kilometers to Baldur's Gate to continue to eat the wind? You're just pretending."

In an instant, the entire conference hall fell silent.

The strange contrast between the clear and simple words spoken by Xige's voice truly shocked everyone. Even more people immediately realized what had just happened.

The next second, the crowd that was originally heading into the conference hall stopped.

Everyone who saw the two high-level wizards start to confront each other, one of whom was the infamous red-robed wizard, almost screamed and ran towards the direction where they came from. The huge chaos spread among the crowd like a tide.

This was not a scene that Emiya wanted to see, but even he didn't think now was the time to be distracted.

It would be better to say that suppressing the red-robed wizard now would protect the safety of their group.

Both sides began chanting almost at the same time.

As for Yin, he just opened his mouth and hummed a few meaningless syllables.

But for some reason, Emiya felt that her casting speed seemed a little faster.

Or perhaps it could be said that the rhythm of the magic power taking shape accelerated those few crucial breaths.

And this effect seemed to affect far more than just him.

The one who acted the fastest seemed to be the red-robed wizard Nickman. He immediately released one of the most famous and powerful spells of the necromancy department: "Abidach Withering--"

However, at the moment when he was about to complete the spell, Karkoros officially cast a spell as a wizard for the first time.

He didn't cast any powerful spells, but simply pointed in Nickman's direction and said, "Dispel the magic."

The so-called dispelling of magic is the simplest and most brutal competition of power between mages.

The clearest proof of a wizard's absolute dominance over another wizard is the victory of dispelling magic: seeing through the complex settings of the opponent's magic, predicting the opponent's various responses, and finally stripping away all the false glory of the wizard, revealing the most vulnerable flesh of the enemy.

And Karkoros's action was a textbook example of spell removal.

Invisible waves spread out from the point where his fingertips were located.

The protective magic on the red-robed mage Nickman, who was at the center of the spell, shattered and vanished one by one. Finally, even he himself vanished in a trembling manner like a bubble, and all his magical equipment fell to the ground with a clang. The robes of the mage attendants around him also dimmed.

The eternal torches standing around theoretically wouldn't be afraid of strong winds and heavy rain, but at this moment, they finally welcomed the magical wind that belonged to them.

Amidst the crackling sounds of magical explosions, all the eternal torches in the conference room and even the protective spells near the Grand Ducal Hall were extinguished by the magical waves caused by the magic of the magic dispelling.

“——Silence!”

Sig is a bard—a term that can refer to a poet who simply plays a musical instrument and makes a living from it. However, many bards go a step further and enter the world of magic.

When Emilia asked Sig to join the team, it was more like he was expecting a wanderer who was closer to a thief than a poet... But after getting along with him, he found that Sig was really an outstanding bard.

Her silence spell accurately hit the center of the red-robed wizard, strangling all the spells that had not yet been uttered by the red-robed wizard's followers.

This unexpected event was beyond the expectations of all the remaining red-robed mages. It would be more accurate to say that the most unexpected thing was their mentor's sudden disappearance. They exchanged panicked glances and immediately turned to flee.

Then, there is another transparent wall.

An indestructible wall made of force fields.

The red-robed wizards who had just started to turn around realized that there was no way to retreat behind them - so they exposed their backs perfectly.

Then came the heavy pressure from Mars.

At the beginning of the battle, Mars had already jumped up. However, he was still a step too slow. By the time he landed, the battle was almost over.

The paladin, realizing the outcome was already decided the moment he leaped, sheathed his sword with immense regret, using the hilt and spine to pin the remaining three followers to the force field wall. Unfortunately, just as he was about to utter a harsh word, he realized he couldn't utter a single word.

After just one encounter, the red-robed wizard who had just been showing off his might was completely defeated.

Emiya opened her mouth and asked Karkoros: [Just now, you destroyed that old red-robed wizard with a spell? ]

"Of course not." Karkoros had no intention of boasting. "It's just a simulation of the red-robed wizard that's here. It's not that easy to kill him. Well, maybe his followers don't know where the old wizard's true body is."

The so-called simulacrum is also one of the special abilities of high-level mages. In simple terms, it is to create a slightly more fragile clone that is not connected to the original body, but has the same power as the original.

The biggest fatal flaw of this powerful spell is that it can be destroyed by a single blow of dispel magic.

Emiya shrugged.

The question now is what to do next.

He looked around—

The crowd, unable to protect themselves, was still screaming and running away, while the priests of other churches realized that the battle had just begun and was over, and the scene did not seem to be too bloody, so they stopped, but still did not approach the center of the battlefield.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence. The only ones who should have been screaming were a few red-robed wizards who were being pressed against the force field wall by Mars.

Mars probably stopped - otherwise, the spines of these red-robed wizards would have been broken.

All of this was naturally seen by the two grand dukes.

Karkoros ignored Valakan's reaction and turned his attention to the remaining Grand Duke.

Thorin Silvershield, the current head of the Silvershield family and the most prestigious of the Four Dukes, was standing in the Grand Duke's Hall, observing the entire unfolding of events.

He sighed, but his voice was clearly heard in every corner of the conference room: "Sir Karkoros, it has been several years since you attacked anyone."

Karkoros replied, "Or rather, I missed the opportunity to strike. Otherwise, I should be standing in the Grand Duke's Hall right now, instead of being randomly provoked by a red-robed wizard who was invited by someone unknown."

The death of Slani Rivengard was a secret to ordinary people, but obviously not to the Grand Duke.

Thorin Silvershield was silent for a moment, then replied, "These red-robed wizards are at your disposal. In addition, any scheduled topics for this meeting where the speaker is not present will be skipped. How about that?"

Obviously, few people had the courage to confront a Nine-Ring Mage who had just lost his temper. This meant that the Council of Four would cede a significant portion of today's time to Flame Fist.

Emiya shook her head. "Grand Duke Valakon, I am the assistant to Lord Karkoros. I would like to ask why these red-robed mages are here. Are they here at your invitation?"

Grand Duke Valakon and his heirs were standing in the Grand Duke's Hall. They wanted to do something, but everything happened too quickly. Before they could react, the outcome was already decided.

This was his first meeting with Grand Duke Valakan.

He was a middle-aged man with a slightly sinister look. He exchanged glances with Emiya and the others, then looked away.

He didn't answer the question, but simply said, "Grand Duke Silver Shield, you are the host of this meeting, but please allow me to remind you: according to the time, the four-member meeting should have begun."

Thorin Silvershield shook his head and looked at Karkoros again.

Karkoros's mentality at this moment has obviously changed considerably.

He pointed mercilessly at the red-robed mages, who immediately transformed into tiny stone statues in front of him and threw them towards Emiya. Afterwards, the group sat down in their reserved seats as if nothing had happened.

In the end, the huge conference hall was almost empty, with only priests from various temples and those who were most reckless left.

Emiya frowned and looked to the other side of the hall.

Among the remaining people, there was a group of guys who looked like businessmen but were unusually unsociable.

They looked like businessmen, but they hadn't shown even a hint of fear in the struggle they had just faced, and they sat opposite them.

Their leader was a man who looked to be about thirty years old. He looked gentle and elegant, well-dressed, with short, slightly curly black hair and slightly yellow skin with a vibrant red. This man noticed Emilia's gaze and even nodded to her seriously.

Thorin Silvershield sighed, picked up the paper in front of him, and then said, "...Okay, I declare that the Council of Four will convene for the second time in the Sunny Month of the Year 1471 of the Valley Calendar. The first item on the agenda of this meeting..."

He glanced at the paper in his hand and sighed again.

"The third largest church in this city, the Church of Luck, has announced its disbanding and departure from Baldur's Gate. This has been announced by Miss Elaster, the priestess of the Goddess of Luck."

Forty-one lucky people who lost their luck

Obviously, both Grand Dukes had already heard the news, so they were relatively calm. But this was definitely earth-shattering news.

Although Baldur's Gate claims to have freedom of religion, in reality, the three churches have always held absolute dominance - the technology of the Gond Church prevents ships from being easily capsized by the waves, and they worship the sea goddess Umberlee and pray that this restless goddess will not be angry when they sail - after all of the above have been done to perfection, all sailors can only rely on luck.

Craftsman, the Sea, and Luck—these three most popular gods in Baldur's Gate perfectly represent sailing itself: without shipbuilding skills, you're just feeding the fish at sea. Even the sturdiest of ships tremble in the raging waves. Even if you manage to survive all these obstacles, you still need to pray for luck to make your adventure a lucrative one.

Under such circumstances, the Lucky Church actually announced its dissolution at this time - this matter is no longer bizarre, it is simply unheard of and unprecedented.

The mission of the church is not always smooth sailing. Many churches have struggled due to acclimatization issues. The most notable in this regard is the Church of the Suffering God. This church has long focused on caring for the lives of the poor, raising abandoned children without asking for anything in return. Almost every church is located in a city's slums. Although the priests of the Suffering God possess divine powers, the heavy expenses and meager income often mean they struggle to make ends meet.

The Church of the God of Justice often organizes patrols to travel into the forgotten wilderness of the continent and set foot in those uninhabited villages to uphold justice, eliminate threats, and fight bandits - such costly but unrewarding activities have always been a heavy burden.

In contrast, the church of the goddess of luck, Tymora, is uniquely blessed—literally, it would seem that the church of the goddess of luck is closely associated with sailors and gamblers. But in reality, the goddess of luck also has a close relationship with travelers and adventurers. Adventurers, wounded and returning to their settlements, often seek healing at the church of the goddess of luck. And those gamblers who indulge in drunkenness and debauchery are also not shy about praying for blessings at the church of the goddess of luck.

It can be said that churches like the Church of the Goddess of Luck, which have both income and almost no obligations for believers, should be the ones with the most comfortable lives.

Even Karkoros was instantly distracted by this unprecedented news: "Mystra! So the Church of Fortune will be disbanded one day?!"

——However, the Lucky Church suddenly announced its dissolution in their home turf.

This may really be a rare thing that may not be seen once in thousands of years.

In any other situation, this sensational news would have spread throughout Baldur's Gate in an instant.

The two great wizards fought in public before everyone's eyes, nearly tearing down the entire conference hall, without caring about the safety of other people present - because in the end no one was killed, and no innocent people were hurt, it all seemed insignificant at this moment.

However, I don't know whether to say it's lucky or unlucky——

Emiya looked around.

The conference hall, which should have been crowded with people, was now empty. The only ones who still had the courage and confidence to stay were the priests and guards from various temples - and the messengers of Eltoril.

They came to the Supreme Hall on behalf of their respective gods, and they could not just turn around and run away.

But now, they felt a little regretful - today's Supreme Hall was destined to be the place where the bomb exploded.

After hearing the Grand Duke's announcement, one of the priests stood up, took off his hood, and revealed his face.

With just this one action, she attracted the attention of everyone present.

She wore the most common attire of a Tymora priest: a long, light blue dress and a sky-blue cloak. Her hands, stretched from beneath the cloak, were white and flawless, and beneath the hood lay a waterfall of moon-white hair.

And a pair of pointed ears.

A high elf.

A moon elf beauty.

Her face was etched with sadness, and she wiped her eyes as she stood up. The silver holy emblem on her chest trembled for a moment. But then she composed herself and walked out of the crowd, her legs faintly visible under her wide cloak.

Walked slowly to the podium.

However, Emiya first looked at her waist...

The weapons below.

Fortunately, unlike Uncle Acewhite, it wasn't an axe, but a sledgehammer. It seems the priest truly wields blunt instruments. Acewhite was able to use an axe because the bear village relied entirely on logging, and the Moon Goddess made special arrangements.

However, the hammer's striking head seemed a little unusual in his eyes?

It didn't look like metal at all, but rather had some...thin, messy...thorns? Could that be the mark of shoddy forging?

Just as he was thinking hard, Sig poked him in the waist with a look of astonishment: "Hey, I understand that men tend to get bored easily, but we already have a beautiful woman on the team. Before you look around, please consider the harmony within the team."

[No, I don’t understand what you are saying.]

Silver himself also had the same reaction as Emiya.

She was also staring thoughtfully at the elf girl who was stepping onto the podium step by step. She frowned, which was rare for her, and covered her face with her hands, thinking hard.

Just as Emiya and Shigra were arguing, the elf girl's voice was heard.

The sound is clear and gentle, like a trickle of water in the mountains.

However, her common language didn't seem very fluent, so her speaking speed wasn't very fast. "I'm sorry, everyone. After just experiencing a thrilling struggle, I must regretfully bring you another piece of news... perhaps bad news."

"I come here as a representative of the Church of Tymora in Baldur's Gate."

"My church can no longer function. Following the Harvest Festival, the Church of Tymora will temporarily suspend its activities in Baldur's Gate indefinitely.

Even though she was talking about news that everyone had already known in advance, as soon as she finished speaking, several churches present immediately began to whisper.

Grand Duke Silver Shield sighed deeply, "I only learned of this news not long ago. Before that, I only vaguely noticed that the activities of the Tymora Church were decreasing, but I still couldn't foresee that something like this would happen...

"Miss Elaster, would you be willing to explain to us what happened and answer our questions?"

The elf lady nodded. "...There's no point in keeping it secret now. Everything is just a coincidence. First of all, our church's former archbishop was promoted to the ninth ring two months ago."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"That's a good thing." Alestria sighed. "Then, it's like this... He decided to resign his position as Archbishop, contact his old friends, and embark on the last adventure of his life."

"...Huh?!" This unexpected turn of events easily shocked everyone present. One of the pastors couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this order? Isn't it that one achieves success in life before receiving God's grace?"

"That's you," the Lucky Lady's pastor retorted without hesitation. "The spiciness and surprises of life are what we pursue. Sitting in a church office is just a compromise we have to make when faced with the pressures of life."