Equipment Printing School Mage

"Is there a problem with this?" Yin tilted his head in confusion. "Usually, our beds are only a few meters apart. This time, they're just a few meters closer."

That's it? !

Such a bizarre answer naturally provoked a strong reaction from Emiya: "Is this how you always do things?"

This time, Yin really fell into thought. After a long pause, she replied, "I don't have any impression of anything like that. I don't think I've done it."

Emilia couldn't help but sigh to the sky.

Then why did he catch up the first time?

Yin had no intention of dwelling on this matter. To her, the memories of the past were probably not as important as the magic experiment that was right in front of her.

She stepped over Emilia without any hesitation in her pajamas and picked up the ring beside the bed.

Last night, after Emiya learned, or thought she learned, the rune of oblivion, she naturally immediately began to try to use the rune to create magic items.

The base material was unimportant, he simply used his magical powers to melt one of his spare weapons and used the steel as the base material for the ring.

Strictly speaking, this seemed to be the first time he had actually made a magic item.

How much of his own contribution had been to the use of moonfire in crafting magic items? Perhaps the moonfire was the most crucial element in the process. He merely accelerated the ritual. The precise role of rituals in the Church's magic item-making process is also difficult to determine.

The blade of the dagger was slowly narrowed, and the metal that originally made up the blade turned into a slender iron ring in Emilia's hand, floating in the air.

However, Emiya suddenly stopped when she thought of something.

Yin blinked in confusion and waved in front of him: "—Don't stop! I'm enjoying it!"

"No, I have a few questions..." Emilia hesitated.

Just as he was about to engrave the runes, he discovered a serious problem.

Dark runes and shrinking runes, including the moon rune, are all ordinary two-dimensional images and can be directly engraved.

The Forgotten Rune, however, is three-dimensional.

"How do I carve a three-dimensional rune with length, width, and height..." he gestured in mid-air, "onto a single rune?"

"Hollowed out." Yin answered without any hesitation.

"This will affect the structural strength of the items. It doesn't matter for rings, amulets and the like, but what about shields, weapons, and armor?" asked Emilia.

On these large substrates, if you want to give enough enchantment to cover the entire substrate, the area of ​​the rune will inevitably have to be expanded accordingly.

He couldn't possibly have large hollowed-out areas on the armor and the blade! A piece of armor with a large opening on the chest for runes is too humorous.

"Then set it!" Yin's hands moved even wider. "Setting gemstones is what we do, isn't that what we do? Carving gemstones won't be a problem, right?"

"That does solve part of the problem." Emiya nodded. "But what about the enhanced enchantments for armor and shields? That can't be solved by just inlaying gems."

At this moment, pity crossed Yin's face. "That's why those bizarre magical effects almost always appear on rings, amulets, or other small items, and rarely on weapons, armor, or shields... I've long felt that enhancement runes that make weapons sharper and tougher, and armor stronger and more durable, are utterly boring! The same goes for enchantments like Flame Tongue that just make a flame appear on a weapon!"

To translate it, if it can't be solved then it can't be solved, and she is happy to see it happen.

However, Emilia has always been very stubborn.

His goal is to repair the Confessor, a giant sword whose origin is unknown but undoubtedly extremely powerful. If he wants to repair the sword, he obviously has to go a very long way... In this case, he believes that he cannot give up easily when encountering difficulties.

The Confessor didn't look like the kind of sword that only had enhancement runes. Although he had no evidence, he had a hunch.

Without saying a word, he silently took the Confessor out of the dimensional hole.

He hadn't carefully examined the sword for a few days. Silver's appearance had greatly disrupted his life plans. Not to mention, just yesterday, Silver had personally sentenced the Confessor to death.

Although this guy took back what he said after a few minutes, no matter what, the way Emilia looked at the confessor was completely different now.

There had once been a dancing silver flame within the Penitent. However, at some point, that silver flame had quietly vanished, leaving only the radiant sword.

Emiya once guessed that perhaps the silver fire was actually the core of the sword...but now it seems that the reality may be the opposite.

In any case, when he tried to analyze the Confessor before, he used an overly traditional approach: analyzing the material and understanding the engraved runes.

This is wrong.

The Penitent is a divine artifact. Such items often have magic already formed within them when they were forged.

Then perhaps the rune was more closely tied to the sword than he had imagined.

His previous analysis of the Confessor had almost come to a complete standstill - he could not see the pattern of the patterns in the sword, nor could he see the meaning of its existence, let alone its original appearance. Naturally, the so-called repair was in vain.

The reason why his teacher allowed him to mess around with the Confessor and use it as a practice ground for enchantment work was probably more because his teacher didn't believe that his student could repair the Confessor.

From the current perspective, this so-called task is increasingly looking like a long-term goal to find something for students to do.

He didn't dare to analyze the debt collector, as perhaps the Demon King had left some trap within. But right now, he lacked other artifacts or other high-level magical items to compare with the confessor.

He can only force it now.

Try to make the structural sensory vision less precise and instead explore a wider area.

Bypass the part that was once closely connected with the Silver Fire - that place might be affected by the Silver Fire and affect his judgment.

Soon, he was almost laughing.

He seemed to understand the secret of incorporating runes into weapons, and also understood why such items were called artifacts.

Of course, it is not to hollow out the weapon - this technology will inevitably sacrifice considerable performance of the equipment.

The real way is to hide real runes on the material texture inside the weapon, allowing magic to flow through it, as if flowing in an underground river - almost invisible, but a key link in the operation of the world.

Such a method is naturally not something that an ordinary blacksmith or an enchanter can accomplish.

Theoretically, as long as he could restore the true form of these runes, he would be able to...

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Emiya should be awake by now, Imoen thought.

The normally elegant wizard now had her smooth hair tangled into a mess, but she was completely lacking the mood to straighten it out again.

Now she just wanted to turn a certain boar-like holy warrior into a real boar and stew it in a pot - but she couldn't. Her spell had not been effective on Apodel Adrian for many years.

The Paladin's resistance is so strong that it's infuriating!

To make matters worse, she had just contacted Sharptooth Forest and received another piece of bad news.

Outsiders had begun to move around the forest again. The Archdruid would be derelict in his duty if he abandoned the forest at this sensitive time.

A druid who neglects to protect the holy land risks losing his natural powers.

They lost another powerful supporter in a short period of time.

The Archmage angrily pounded on Emiya's door several times. "Emiya of Lunya?! Are you awake? I have something to talk to you about!"

Then, an unexpected sound was heard from the room.

Yin replied from inside the room, "Uh...he was awake, but now he's passed out again? Sure enough, it's still too early?"

"Ah?" Aimon was stunned and pushed open the door.

I saw Emilia lying on her back on the bed, her eyes a little bloodshot, and she looked even worse than when she just woke up last night.

Yin sat next to him with a worried look on his face, feeling a little overwhelmed.

—and still in her pajamas.

"...Huh?" Imoen blinked, her eyes full of confusion. "Miss Yin, why are you here?"

Yin's answer was equally bewildered: "Why can't I be here? There was no rule on how beds were allocated when we formed the team?"

"......?" Imoen hesitated for a moment, "You two have only known each other for a few days, right?"

"You mean too intimate?" Yin finally understood part of what was said and tugged at his pajamas. "Even my clothes were made by Emilia. I think these details are meaningless."

"I'm sorry I didn't understand the dynamics within your team." Imoen patted his forehead, used a magic trick to tidy up his messy hair, and decided to skip the topic. He asked, "How is Emiya doing now?"

“…Uh, it’s alright.”

At this moment, Emiya, who had been briefly unconscious due to the unbearable mental pressure, barely regained the ability to communicate with the outside world. He kept pressing his temples, trying to open his eyes, but found that his vision was black and he couldn't see anything clearly. He simply closed his eyes again: "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Imoen had obviously been looking for him for something. But now, she could only shake her head: "Now you should ask me for help, right? What did you do?!"

Emilia replied, "Well, I managed to discover the Confessor's true secret. However, with my current abilities, I clearly don't have enough brainpower to understand it. Plus, my body hasn't fully recovered yet, so I've suffered a bit of a mental shock."

"...a little impact?" At this point, Imoen noticed the huge crystal sword that had rolled to the floor and sighed. "This sword... is obviously one of the most powerful weapons. Even if you want to learn something, you can't just aim for it right away. How about starting with something easier to achieve, like understanding Adrian's Holy Avenger?"

"It seems that this is the only way now..." At this point, Emilia's mind finally started to work again, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Imoen covered her face and took a few breaths, recovering her composure. Then she said, "Two pieces of bad news. First, there are outsiders spying on the Sharpfang Forest. Archdruid Finwë might have to stay behind temporarily. Of course, her life is unlikely to be in danger. That forest is larger than the entire Baldur's Gate, perhaps even larger than Waterdeep! So you'll have to stay in bed for a few more days."

Emiya didn't pay attention to the last sentence, but just asked: "Is she really safe?"

Silver replied, "An Archdruid in charge of a vast forest cannot be threatened by a few small fry. If the enemy had the power to destroy Sharptooth Forest, Baldur's Gate would have been reduced to ruins long ago."

"Yes, she's safer now than the entire Baldur's Gate!" Imoen's wizard hand poked Emya's forehead accurately. "You may not believe me, but you can't doubt the ability of these druids, who have such bad relationships, to survive in the forest!"

"Okay, then here's the second bad news - the Paladin Apodel Adrian is coming, and this safe house is not in Baldur's Gate."

"The bad news is, I'm leaving!" Imoen finally regained the anger that had just been forgotten and threw an envelope in his hand onto the table next to the door. "From now on, it's either him or me! Tell him that if he wants to see me, he has to do what this letter says!"

These fierce words made Emilia think she was still asleep.

When did the relationship between them become so bad?

Emilia was silent for a moment, then said, "Excuse me, given Mars's style, he probably wouldn't agree to hand over a letter whose contents he didn't know to his teacher."

"That doesn't matter. You can already know the contents of this letter!" Imoen picked up the letter he had just dropped and threw it in front of Emilia. "Read it!"

Emilia sighed as she opened the letter, which was not even sealed with wax: "Dear Mr. Apodel Adrian:"

"As your beloved and your only wife, I support all your decisions. However, for reasons unknown to others (referring to your stubbornness in this case), I will refuse to meet you and continue to prolong our separation unless you complete the following:"

"One: Go to the Witch Grocery Store."

"Two: Meet their store manager."

"Three: Throw her on the bed, suppress all her resistance, strip her clothes, take off her skirt, and then fuck her until she cries... I can't read any more!"

Fifty-four wanted

"How could you imagine that I would forward such a letter?"

Although Emilia was still too weak to even get out of bed, he still struggled to throw the letter aside. "Sorry, I definitely won't be passing this on. The manager of the Witchcraft Grocery Store...isn't that Archduchess Violet? Even if you're angry with Mr. Adrien, there's no need to pose such a difficult question!"

Having said that, he hesitated for a moment and quickly recalled what he had seen and heard along the way.

Then, he had to turn to Yin and ask, "In Faerun, it's shameful for a married person to have a physical relationship with a third party... right?"

Yin blinked. "—Why are you asking me? I don't care about that."

"Disgraceful? You've also lost your memory for thousands of years like her?" Imoen was almost amused by the two of them, but she forced a straight face. "To cut a long story short, I'm giving him a hard time because he acted recklessly first—that foolish paladin, over a hundred years old. He saw you being attacked right under his nose, but he had no time to rescue you, so he decided to enter Baldur's Gate."

It was too late to rescue them—and that was only natural.

Their battle with the Voice Behind Him lasted less than half a minute. In such a short time, even if they had notified the Holy Knights on the Nameless Mountain immediately, it would have been too late.

With the speed of Pegasus, by the time they arrived at the battlefield, the battle was already over. Not to mention the paladins, even Imoen, because she didn't keep an eye on them all the time, could only clean up the battlefield in time.

Given the mobility of a paladin, if they wanted to ensure the safety of their team, they had to stay close to them. Any further away would likely mean the difference between life and death.

"What?!" Emiya reacted for a moment. When he understood what Adrian was going to do, he was immediately shocked: "...Is this necessary? Didn't we win the battle?"

"You——" This bizarre remark made Ai Meng, who was already furious, even more angry.

Whether Emiya supported or opposed it was one of the possibilities she had anticipated. But she didn't think Adrien needed to support this place at all... This view was truly beyond her imagination.

What’s even more bizarre is that the person who looked at it this way was on the verge of death just a few hours ago.

"What's the point of just winning the battle? People also need to leave the battlefield alive!"

She angrily tapped Emiya's forehead with her mage hand. "How old are you? Just twenty? You're already a fifth-ring mage, and maybe you'll be promoted to the sixth this year. As long as you don't die halfway, your future is limitless. What you should have done is found a safe environment to consolidate what you've learned! Now you dance with death every day, and you still think you don't need help?"

"No, I studied the arcane to avoid dying in vain, not to hide in a safe place. Therefore, I don't think being injured or near death on the battlefield is an unacceptable price to pay." He paused, then continued, "Thus, I don't think Mr. Adrian needs to enter Baldur's Gate for this reason, let alone make such a sacrifice for us."

Hearing such a decisive answer, Imoen couldn't help but show a little relief on his face, but then turned his head away: "Originally, the situation shouldn't be so awkward. The agreement with Anta Silver Shield was not binding at all!

"But Adrian takes that bizarre agreement very seriously, and he wants to break it for you at this moment - it really makes me angry! As a result, we are in a dilemma now!" Imoen clutched his robe tightly at this moment and began to complain in their room.

Back then, the agreement made between Apodel Adrian and Anta Silver Shield was quite vague.

The former Anta Silvershield would never admit that he had arbitrarily exiled Baldur's Gate's most renowned hero based on some unfounded suspicion. Even if he wanted to exile Apodel Adrian, it would have required consultation among the four dukes of the time.

Marshal Iltan the Flaming Fist, whose life was saved by the son of Bhaal, was still alive at the time. One of the remaining two archdukes was Imoen's magic teacher.

Such connections are not something that Anta Silver Shield can shake.