Because the secrets of the Gond Church are all technology.

This kind of thing would probably take a long time to learn even if you seriously, so it can't be leaked out through gossip.

As for the existence of this base, it was probably more of an open secret. A church of this size, with personnel constantly coming and going, was quite noticeable to those with ulterior motives.

Miss Imoen set up a safe house near the Gear Workshop probably because she discovered some clues.

"Come, this is where the most unpopular weaver materials in the Gond Church are located."

The old man sighed. "Even though the items here are the most valuable in the entire church: silk from Calimshan, Cormyr, and even Kara-Tur, it's a shame that even though the Gond Church possesses the spinning technology, it was abandoned after successfully developing it. No one has been interested in it for years. What good is the beautifully woven fabric?"

As the old man chattered, the image of the people of the Gond Church was rapidly changing in Emilia's mind.

At first he thought that the Gond Church was more like a craftsmen's union, but later he thought it was some kind of technical college.

Now he understood that this was the place for mad scientists.

Emiya sighed - the internal ideological disputes of the Gond Church really made him afraid to go deeper.

Winning over the support of the Gond Church was one thing, but trying to sort out the ideological conflicts of a large church in a matter of days, and as an outsider?

He is not crazy yet.

Emiya coughed lightly. "Mr. Gatekeeper, I'd like to ask, Mr. Gutenberg allowed me to use ordinary, less expensive materials for these two days. What does this description refer to?"

"Oh, that's fine." The gatekeeper coughed twice. "As long as you're not planning on using the finest rubies to make floor tiles, or using trimmed diamonds to make golems, a few pieces of silk or decades-old logs won't be a problem."

Upon hearing this, Sig's eyes immediately lit up.

Unexpectedly, this janitor was not the traditional warehouse keeper who was always fussy about every thread in the warehouse. Instead, he had the personal style of the Gunde Church!

She immediately slid behind Emilia and poked him in the lower back. "—Did you hear that? Did you hear that? What I mean is, as long as you cook well, you can use any extravagant ingredients you want!"

Emiya sighed: "So, it seems a little late to say it now."

The gatekeeper was obviously closely connected with the Gond Church and might be an old pastor who had retired due to old age.

For such people...forging swords, making clothes, making pianos, even if Emilia completed the tasks beautifully in two days, I am afraid they would only focus on Emilia's amazing efficiency rather than the exquisiteness of the products.

In this way, they won't mind what materials you use to create the object, but at the same time, they won't think that you have created something earth-shattering.

"I don't care." Sig's nose twitched and he immediately pointed in one direction, "Over there! Rosewood! I want a guitar made of that!"

Rosewood is a wood with a unique fragrance, and Emilia's understanding of it is limited. At most, she can only associate this material with luxury.

"Why can you smell it with your nose? And can rosewood be used to make a musical instrument?"

"And it's top-notch stuff!" Seeing that this was going to happen, Sig's head almost nodded.

The gatekeeper clapped his hands softly.

In the surge of magic power, a huge floating metal ball appeared behind the gatekeeper, with many mechanical arms moving freely on it.

The magic bestowed by Gond belongs only to the people of Gond.

Several robotic arms worked together to lift a heavy piece of rosewood that was as tall as a person and placed it in front of them shakily.

"Boom!"

The logs fell to the ground, like the sound of a bell tolling. Emiya even suspected that the entire Gear Workshop could hear the sound.

Emiya took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Gatekeeper, I think you mentioned that we were noisy before."

"Noisy?" the gatekeeper said righteously. "This is where all the craftsmen gather. When the carpenters and blacksmiths are working, even if a star hits the gear workshop, we won't hear a thing. Even here, we have to wear ear protection. How could I mind your noise?"

"hiss……"

Such blatant nonsense made Emiya want to roll her eyes.

But it also led him to another conclusion.

The gatekeeper came just for their group of people.

【Yin, can you tell anything from him? 】

Silver tilted his head and muttered, "...very strong? I'm not as sensitive to magic now, so I can only give a rough idea of ​​many things. I can only say that this person is not much weaker than Gutenberg."

The gatekeeper paid no attention to their whispers. He simply pointed his robotic arm at the red sandalwood on the ground. "Here are the materials, but I must warn you: I'll be watching you. If you don't know how to make an instrument, you might as well tell me now—materials are not to be wasted."

Emiya lowered her head slightly, her brows furrowed.

He hoped to gain the attention of the people of Gond, and he believed that this mysterious gatekeeper must have considerable influence in the Gond Church.

In other words, he had to make this process...special enough.

Enough to make a Gond priest turn a few eyebrows.

Emilia clapped her hands and raised her voice to make sure the gatekeeper, who was resting beside her, could hear clearly. "I hope to use a more special method to make the lute, but inevitably, such a new method may have a certain failure rate?"

"That's certainly fine, but you'd better not use so-called experiments to cover up your own incompetence and arrogance."

“…” Emilia didn’t answer immediately.

From the very beginning, he didn't think that he could make a qualified musical instrument on his own.

He could create weapons and armor in seconds with his uncanny craftsmanship simply because he was quite familiar with these things. However, once the nature of the items became complex, his creations could easily become specious garbage.

But fortunately, he had agreed to this bet, half based on his trust in the power of the divine craftsmanship, and the other half based on his trust in another person who had just joined the team: "Well, Sig, it's time for you to explain now - how do we make the instrument?"

"Don't worry," Sig patted his chest. "It's difficult to say, because making a rough shape is not difficult - although it would take many people several months - the most difficult part is to ensure the pronunciation is accurate."

Sig waved his hand pretentiously. "A wizard like you probably only knows how to make sounds by vibrating. But controlling the timbre of that vibration is a mystery. Come on, first of all, the most important thing for us is the strings. First, we need to go next door and find various metals to test the tones!"

Almost like magic, Sig pulled out a piece of bronze and a steel ingot from her loose clothes.

Judging from the specifications, these alloys obviously came from the warehouse of the Gond Church.

Is your hand a little dishonest?! When did it touch my arms?

"For strings, the first thing to consider is the material. That's pretty simple here; bronze will do, but I heard the most popular method now is to wrap bronze wire around a steel core... The next most important thing is the shape, meaning the thickness. More precisely, the diameter of the string, I guess?"

Emiya raised her hand. "I understand that, but what are the specific dimensions?"

A smile instantly appeared on Sig's face: "Then I'll tell you a secret."

"what?"

"I'm a self-taught person. I only studied vocal music at the Temple of Miril. I didn't learn any equal temperament at all. It sounds so troublesome. I play it entirely by feeling."

Emiya almost felt like the blood vessels in her brain were about to burst. "So, you actually don't know what kind of instrument you need?"

"That's not the case!" Sig's face flushed slightly. "You make it, and I'll pluck the strings a couple of times. I'll know what you should change! At least I can tell you if the strings are too thick or too short!"

Reliable, but totally unreliable guy.

Emiya took a deep breath and said, "--Ms. Sig! My amazing craftsmanship can't make multiple items at once!"

According to Sigg's current description, if he wanted to make a musical instrument, he would probably have to start with an exhaustive method, hanging a large number of strings on the soundboard, testing their performance one by one, and then making adjustments again based on Sigg's feedback.

It takes spellcasting to make a string, and it takes spellcasting to tune it.

Miraculous Craftsmanship is a fourth-level spell after all, how can it be wasted like this!

And didn’t Sig mention something about winding strings before?

Then he would have to use two masters to make each string!

With all the work she's doing, two days wouldn't be enough! It's more accurate to say that making a violin isn't such a simple task.

Perhaps noticing their predicament, the gatekeeper chuckled, "It's not impossible to give up now. Rest here for two days and take care of your own things during this time. I can turn a blind eye."

These words may not sound nice, but they may not be sarcastic, they may be extremely sincere and heartfelt words.

But Emilia still pursed her lips.

He never had the habit of retreating when faced with difficulties, but he really had no idea what to do now.

His original plan for the scale armor was to try to burn out his magic power within a day and barely make a dozen or twenty sets of armor.

In this way, within ten days, he would be able to make hundreds of sets of scale armor, which would be enough to greatly reduce the pressure on the Flame Fist.

If his incredible efficiency could be further improved, he would be able to solve more problems.

But he really had no idea.

At this moment, Mars, who had been touring this place like a museum, suddenly raised his voice from behind the heavy collection, as if he had thought of something. "Speaking of which, there's something I've always wanted to ask you. What exactly is the limitation of only being able to do one thing at a time?"

Emiya thought for a moment and replied, "To be more precise, I can't divide my energy between two independent masses of matter separated by a considerable distance. Even a few dozen centimeters apart is almost an insurmountable barrier for me."

When he used his magical skills, he almost always had to use his structural sense. In this case, even the shortest distance would be stretched to near infinity. Without guidance, it was like leaving the path in an endless forest.

Switching between normal senses and structural senses at will? The severe sense of spatial confusion would be unpleasant.

Moreover, it is almost impossible to achieve.

"It's impossible to concentrate energy on multiple separated masses..." Mars pondered for a moment, "Then, I want to ask, how thin can you stretch the same mass of matter?"

Emiya frowned. "It can be made a fraction of the thickness of a hair."

The paladin clapped his hands and said, "Why don't you try this idea: you are not trying to do multiple identical objects at the same time, but concentrating on one.

"But this single object is composed of multiple nearly identical substructures. These substructures are connected by incredibly thin threads. These threads are so thin that they are extremely fragile. When everything is completed, they will break at the connection point with just the slightest touch or pull. Furthermore, they can only last while the magical effect is in effect. Once the magical effect ends, they will break immediately? And because they are so thin, they barely affect the total amount of material."

Emilia was stunned for a moment.

Then, when he understood the meaning, he couldn't help but gasp.

[Mr. Mars, can you tell me how much effort you put into studying how to circumvent the Paladin's Oath when you were learning it?]

Is this paladin's sense for skirting the rules and finding loopholes a little too keen?!

The End of Sixty-Six Recognition

"Ah, it's started again."

As they were discussing this, the gatekeeper yawned loudly. "Young man, you are a very promising mage. But unfortunately, I have seen many mages like you—those who have no trouble following the arcane path. No matter what difficulties you face, the arcane can help you overcome them."

"Then, one by one, it started again:" the janitor snapped his fingers.

"The biggest difference between a mage and a craftsman is that the craftsman knows what he's doing, while the mage doesn't, and yet he thinks he does. We know that hammering is to remove impurities, but the young mage is just vaguely experimenting based on his past experience. The particularly shameless ones even dare to boast about a bunch of theories they've come up with, and then give their activities a nice-sounding name like 'Bold Hypothesis, Brave Experiment'."

"Isn't it just a blind guess?"

Yin had been concentrating on Emiya's hand, but after hearing the caretaker's blunt comment, his hair stood up in anger. "What are you talking about! How dare a diviner mock the arcane in this black box aspect? Isn't the way most church priests acquire divine arts by getting up early every morning and begging the gods for power?"

"That's a priest from another church!" This was clearly the gatekeeper's pride. As he spoke of this, his hair and beard seemed to gain vitality and fluttered slightly. "The priests of Gond have a mastery of divine magic that no other church combined can match!"

"Ha, how come such a useful spell like the Uncanny Hand hasn't been included in the Gondor Church's divine arts? Could it be that even God himself doesn't know it?"

"What a joke! How can supernatural craftsmanship be used? What kind of magic do mages use this spell for? They chant incantations for ages, and all they do is roll the stones into a long strip, calling it building a bridge. Even if the canyon is a little longer, they can only stare blankly! They roll wood into a ladder, but it's full of burrs. Every time they climb the ladder, they have to pull the splinters out of the mages' hands! They ask them to roll a rope, and they often don't even know that hemp rope is meant to be woven! What kind of garbage do they make? Is that called a hemp rope? It's called a flax bale!"

The gatekeeper wasn't terribly angry, but he had no intention of admitting defeat either. Instead, he knotted his mechanical arm behind him in a protest, showing off its amazing mobility amidst the sizzling sound of metal. "If any Gond people can only produce this kind of rubbish with a fourth-ring divine art, they'll be taken to special training!"

"The one behind you is considered quite accomplished among mages. Through his hobby, he's learned a bit about swordsmanship, and he's become a skilled craftsman. But breaking into other professions isn't that easy." The gatekeeper waved his hand. "Start quickly, fail quickly, and start from the basics."

Before it even started, it was already determined that it would fail.

Emiya clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

Even though this gatekeeper wasn't being unreasonable and his words were well-reasoned...

He also plans to try it.

Maybe you won’t succeed the first time, but keep trying until you succeed.

After all, he could barely unleash his divine power ten times a day, and it was only morning, so he still had two days.

Emiya held the bronze ingot in front of her expressionlessly and asked Sig, "So, I'll use a hair as a base and gradually increase it by one-tenth of a hair. How thick is the narrowest string?"

"About the equivalent of two human hairs? Oh, and by the way, can we make multiple sets of the same specification of strings? Strings are consumables."

That’s a lot of requirements!

Emiya complained in her heart in annoyance.

He saw the gatekeeper smilingly turn an hourglass upside down and place it beside him.

The structural senses were activated, and with the sound of Emilia's spell, the bronze ingot slowly rose into the air.

Previously, when he used the magic of the gods, his style was somewhat bold and open - the long sword and armor were all creations that were several centimeters thick at the narrowest point.

If the water was flooding before, he now has to control the valve carefully.

Strands of bronze threads as thin as streams of water slowly fell from the bronze ingots.

It has a diameter of 0.2 mm, a length of one meter, and the material is so uniform that there is no flaw. It hangs in the air like a wind chime.

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