Equipment Printing School Mage

Carl Ola sighed, tugged at Karkoros's robe, walked over to his side, and said, "I think the situation yesterday should be very clear - Flame Fist was framed."

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Anta II replied. "I believe this ruling is not unfair—all those involved are equally restricted from entering the Supreme Hall. I can guarantee that the red-robed wizard who had the spell accident yesterday is also banned from entering."

"The only problem is that the person who was stopped outside by Flame Fist was the logistics manager in charge of negotiations, while the Red Mage simply had a few unknown apprentices unable to attend." Carl Ola's face darkened. "—And, the Red Mage had no intention of speaking in the Supreme Hall in the first place."

"Indeed, there are no red-robed mages visiting today." Even so, Anta II still had no intention of giving in: "In any case, the rules are the rules. Please leave."

"...Huh." Carl Ora's shoulders slumped slightly, and he could only whisper to the current supreme commander of the Flame Fist, "Looks like you have to go in alone... Don't mess around! Ask me if you have any questions!"

Karkoros did not answer at this time, but turned around and reached out to gently touch Karl Ola's shoulder.

The Flame Fist's chief financial officer immediately disappeared from the spot.

The last Burning Flame turned around and asked, "Is this all right?"

Anta II breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body relaxing. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed, and replied, "Yes. I'm terribly sorry."

"Cheap, meaningless, and self-satisfied. [The world is a machine, everything is a gear.] This is the new family motto established by the Silver Shield family during the Arcane Calamity. It can be said that it not only caters to Gond's creed, but also illustrates the Silver Shield family's style of doing things. Unfortunately, I only see arrogance in it." Karkoros was obviously in a very bad mood today.

After making merciless ridicule, he walked into the parliament hall without looking back and without even looking at Anta II.

At this time, the council hall was already quite noisy, with people moving around. Today's council hall was much more lively than yesterday.

However, Karkoros's reputation for violence had clearly spread, so much so that when the flaming fist entered the hall, silence slowly spread to every corner of the council chamber. Many people without military power had already begun to quietly move towards the edge of the conference hall.

He walked to his seat, but made no move to sit down.

Karkoros ignored the people around him and walked to his seat.

However, he did not sit down on the seat. Instead, he stood up straight, took off the dimensional bag from his waist and put it on the seat.

He took out the Ion Stones engraved with runes and shining with colorful light from the dimensional bag and threw them over his head.

These powerful runes broke free from the constraints of gravity in the air and slowly revolved around Karkoros with magical light.

Like a planet orbiting a star.

Although this action has caused many people to be hesitant, Karkoros is not interested in paying attention to the effects of his actions.

Finally, he even took off his pure white robe, revealing the ordinary clothes underneath, and changed into a robe as white as the sun without paying attention to anyone around.

The priest closest to Karkoros swallowed hard and bravely asked, "Respected Acting Marshal of the Flaming Fist, I'd like to ask why you took off your Archmage's robe? This is supposed to be the most powerful robe a mage can possess."

"Ah, this is to prepare for various unexpected events." Karkoros' voice was very clear and could be heard in every corner of the conference room. "I can't predict how today's meeting will go. It would be too troublesome if I had to take off my robe again."

Under what circumstances would a wizard take off his robe when he is out in public?

Of course, something might happen that might cause his alignment to shift and prevent him from wearing the robes of the good wizard.

If you still can't sense the murderous intent in this sentence, then the questioner is not qualified to be a pastor.

The questioner managed to maintain his expression, and after respectfully thanking Karkoros for his earnest answer, he immediately turned around, grabbed all his colleagues, and walked quickly out of the conference hall together.

Priests can die for their believers, faith and gods, but they definitely don't want to die inexplicably on a battlefield that has nothing to do with them.

Soon, everyone present understood the meaning of Karkoros' words, and the scene from yesterday was repeated. However, this time, even the priests were unwilling to stay in the meeting hall any longer.

If yesterday's conference room was filled with murderous intent, today's conference room was extremely tense.

The entire conference hall quickly emptied out amidst the noisy and chaotic sound of footsteps. The only group that remained was one other group.

The Eltoril envoys led by Rex.

At this time, the two grand dukes had just walked into their respective grand ducal halls.

Before Grand Duke Valakan could get angry, Grand Duke Silver Shield had already done so.

Grand Duke Silver Shield looked at the empty conference room, and his words were filled with a rare hint of anger:

"Mr. Karkoros, you've only visited the Supreme Hall twice as a representative of the Flaming Fist, yet each time you've driven away nearly all the attendees! You're disrupting the normal operation of the conference hall."

Karkoros didn't even look at him. Instead, he observed the meeting room and replied, "Excuse me, I have one more thing to do—I don't really like people prying in."

After saying that, he actually started to cast spells in front of him without any courtesy.

Once again, the archmage's dispel magic flooded the entire conference hall like a tide, even covering the four grand halls.

The nearly one hundred eternal torches that had just been repaired in the Supreme Hall fell into darkness again.

Naturally, the long-range spells cast by countless people here also suffered the same consequences.

This naturally included the Harpers' latest achievement, telekinesis, which Imoen had unleashed.

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Emiya and her companions, who had been relying on telekinesis to observe the proceedings in the conference hall from afar, were suddenly rendered deaf and blind. However, Imoen was as if she had been granted amnesty: "Finally, we don't have to watch that Carlos run amok... He's just in time to remove him."

Miss Imoen stood up uncomfortably, instinctively reaching for her staff. "I just feel like he's going to attack at any moment! If I'm even a little slow to react, I'll be at his mercy. Watching him slowly preparing himself is pure torture!"

Emilia understood this.

For a wizard of this level, perhaps every move of the opponent requires a hundred thousand points of attention.

Karkoros's behavior, like a gun, is to slowly push the bullet into the magazine, install the magazine, adjust the safety to ready to fire, then load the bullet, and finally point the gun at the eyebrows of other people, and even put his finger on the trigger, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

As a wizard who was no weaker than Karkoros, it must have been extremely torturous to watch him gradually enter a state of complete combat readiness.

Emiya hesitated for a moment and asked, "So, we will no longer pay attention to the developments in the conference room?"

"How is that possible?" Imoen took a deep breath and clapped his hands. "It's impossible for Karkoros to be the center of the spell. However, there is a safer location for remote sensing."

As she spoke, she recited in a low voice, and a moment later, the scene in the conference hall appeared before them again.

This time, the telepathic sensory center seemed to be located at a high point on the edge of the conference hall, overlooking everything in the center of the conference hall. From this telepathic position, they could take in the views of the remaining three grand halls.

Emiya was silent. He recalled the structure of the conference hall and couldn't help but gasp: "Grand Duke Violet's Grand Chamber?! Is this a place where prophecy spells can be cast? Wouldn't it anger her?"

Imoen scoffed. "She hardly ever comes to the four-person meetings anyway, so it's fine for me to use her Grand Chamber."

"...Do you have a grudge against Grand Duke Violet?" Emilia tried hard to recall - it seemed that this was not the first time she had targeted Grand Duke Violet.

Rather, the fact that Miss Imoen had previously asked her husband to rape Grand Duke Violet was already bizarre enough. He hadn't yet told Sig and Mars—if he told Sig, the Son of Bhaal's extramarital affair might spread across the continent within a few years... As for telling Mars? That seemed even closer to sowing discord.

"No, no, no, of course I don't have any grudges against her," Imoen explained seriously. "It's just that I really don't like her lifestyle, and I don't mind finding something for her to do within a reasonable and legal scope."

Letting a paladin rape Grand Duke Violet doesn't seem to be justified or legal.

However, at this moment, Imoen suddenly raised his head, shielded his eyes with his hands, and then covered his mouth with his hands and exclaimed: "Oh no, he's coming! I have to leave! By the way, what I said before is still valid!"

Then, without any explanation, she disappeared from the spot in a flash.

"Ah? Ah?" Emilia was completely unable to follow the great wizard's thoughts and could only look up at the sky with her.

A Pegasus appeared in mid-air, carrying the Holy Knight on it and falling towards them.

Apodel Adrian has arrived - the safe house where Emiya and his group are staying does not seem to be within the scope of Baldur's Gate.

"Okay, boys and girls, I'm sorry about what happened last night--" Adrien rode on Pegasus and slowly landed while apologizing.

However, just as the Holy Knight was about to dismount, remote sensing promptly transmitted the most crucial words in the conference hall to the ears of everyone present.

This sentence was so shocking that even Apodel Adrian, who was so calm, almost fell off his horse when he heard it.

In the conference hall, Karkoros was shouting unceremoniously, "You keep saying how important it is to capture that so-called former paladin. But I believe the Flaming Fist is far from enough. I request outside assistance. Isn't Baldur's Gate's greatest hero still alive? Isn't Apodel Adrian a paladin?"

"I request that Apodel Adrian, the most powerful paladin of Faerûn, be invited to Baldur's Gate. He will adjudicate and, if possible, eliminate this wanted criminal!"

Fifty-seven The Son of Bhaal is about to return to his loyal Baldur's Gate

Karkoros's voice was so deafening that not only everyone in the conference room but also Emilia and her group who were far away in the safe house, and even Apodel Adrian himself, who was at the center of the conversation, were speechless.

The saying "one stone stirs up a thousand ripples" is just like this.

Although many people left the conference hall, they couldn't resist the desire to watch the excitement. They put their ears to the door of the conference hall and paid attention to the progress of the events inside.

And Karkoros really lived up to everyone's expectations. With just a few words, he easily turned the entire conference hall upside down.

"What are you crazy about!" Grand Duke Valakan stood up from his seat, wishing he could shove the magic item down his throat. "Apodel Adrian is a paladin! Are you going to let a paladin come to Baldur's Gate?"

Baldur's Gate is not a law-abiding city.

The city was founded by using a beacon to lure passing merchants aground, where they were then plundered. Every gold coin used in its construction was soaked in blood. Over the years, Baldur's Gate has generally been able to maintain a clean reputation, at least better than Calimshan in southern Faerûn, but it's still far from universally acclaimed.

Sending a powerful paladin to Baldur's Gate? If the paladin is willing to spend some time here to conduct a special investigation, he will inevitably kill a lot of people in Baldur's Gate.

Karkoros looked up at him, casually draped his Kind Archmage robes over his shoulders, and replied, "So what? While the Flaming Fist's reputation isn't particularly good, it's not so bad that a paladin would visit. As for the outer city? That's outside the Flaming Fist's jurisdiction, so I have no say in it."

As for what kind of sparks would be created if a holy knight ran into a dirty corner of the outer city, that was none of his business.

"...Hmph." Grand Duke Valaken took a breath, thought for a moment, and sat back in his seat.

He calmed himself down, straightened his appearance, and replied, "Sir Apodel Adrian has long been more than just a hero of Baldur's Gate. His reputation as Faerun's First Paladin is enough to make all villains tremble in fear, afraid to speak a word. Baldur's Gate is just a stop on his long life, so there's no need to trouble him with such a trivial matter as a wanted criminal."

"Ha!" Karkoros laughed. "That's true, especially for those red-robed mages who have lofty ambitions but fragile lives. After hearing Apodel's name, I'm afraid those shriveled legs will burst into some vitality, right?"

Rather, the proposal itself wasn't a particularly elaborate one. It was more of a way to disgust people.

At this moment, the most unexpected person provided support to Karkoros.

Grand Duke Silver Shield tapped the table lightly. "I think this proposal may have merit. I think we can discuss it carefully."

"!?"

Upon hearing this, Grand Duke Valakan, who had regained his composure, stood up again and asked, "What? Are you serious?"

"Indeed, I'm serious," Grand Duke Silver Shield replied methodically. "Have you forgotten the recent incidents within the city that seem to be linked to Baal, the former God of Murder? It seems the Flaming Fist still hasn't made any progress. I believe it's appropriate to invite a sufficiently reliable and powerful paladin to temporarily take charge of the city."

He knocked on the table. "So, Karkoros Burning Flame, are you able to establish contact with Lord Apodel Adrian? If we can't even convey our wishes, the so-called invitation is naturally empty talk. As far as I know, there has been no news from Lord Apodel in several years."

Karkoros frowned and said, "I can try."

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So, this is the wizarding world.

As long as there is magic, some embarrassing scenes on Earth can be recreated.

For example, two people are only a few steps away from each other, but they insist on using their mobile phones to contact each other.

And Mr. Apodel Adrian is in this situation at the moment.

The remote sensing technology left by Miss Imoen is still working normally, and everyone present can see everything in the conference room.

From their perspective, Karkoros was only about twenty meters away from them. Yet, even in this situation, it was as if Karkoros was conversing with someone thousands of kilometers away.

However, Adrian had actually already arrived near Baldur's Gate a long time ago... Although Emilia has not yet found the time to confirm the specific location of this safe house, it is probably not too far from Baldur's Gate.

This kind of misalignment really makes people laugh.

"Ah, that's strange."

Yin took the dessert that Xige handed over and subconsciously stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it gurglingly. "I've never noticed before that using text messaging to communicate while reading the received messages out loud... seems a bit... interesting?"

Mars lowered his head: "Please stop talking, the teacher seems to be sweating a little."

Baldur's Gate's invitation to Apodel Adrian and Apodel Adrian's arrival nearby, ready to enter the city at any moment, were clearly two completely different things. The former was a kind invitation that couldn't be refused, while the latter was ill-intentioned.

The suspicion in this was enough to push all the originally neutral forces in Baldur's Gate to the opposite side - including the most critical Grand Duke of Silver Shield.

And Apodel Adrian couldn't lie yet. Now Apodel had to carefully consider every word and sentence, which was like walking on a tightrope.

Although text messaging theoretically wouldn't leak information to people around, Mr. Karkoros was broadcasting live, so Team Emiya also heard the questions and answers between the two sides in real time.

More precisely, it was Karkoros's voice.

Apodel was clearly right next to them, but they heard Karkoros' voice, which made the absurdity of the scene even more extreme.

"I'm Karkoros, the current commander of the Flaming Fist Mercenary Group. Baldur's Gate is in urgent need of assistance. I'd like to ask if you have time right now."

"Yes? It's like this: Baldur's Gate received a request from Eltoril to apprehend a former paladin, Mars of Candlekeep."

"We hope to have another paladin present to adjudicate this matter. Furthermore, traces of suspected Baal followers have recently appeared in Baldur's Gate."

"In summary, Flaming Fist hopes that you can come to Baldur's Gate and solve our problems."

Emiya narrowed her eyes slightly.

This question and answer session was really beyond his expectations.

According to their original plan, the return of the Son of Bhaal should have been a more secretive matter, but now it has been exposed?!

Apodel Adrian was silent for a long time. He paced there for a long time, and finally looked at Emilia and his group. Finally, he took a deep breath and answered in his heart.

Karkoros was also shocked by Apodel's answer: "-What, you need the permission of the Grand Duke of Silver Shield to come to Baldur's Gate?"

To outsiders, the connection between this son of Baal and the Silver Shield family was actually not that great - if there was any, it was because Apodel Adrian was unilaterally indebted to the Silver Shield family.