Equipment Printing School Mage
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Then, a thin invisible thread is pulled from their ends to maintain the connection between the strings and the metal ingot.
——Surprisingly simple.
To the naked eye, the end of the string almost disappeared, as if it was suspended in mid-air.
The miraculous effect continues without interruption.
He wasn't making a single string, but rather a somewhat complex collection of metal wires connected to each other by extremely fragile parts.
It just so happens that with just a slight tap, these metal wires can be pulled onto the lute and become real strings.
Emiya's breathing became a little disordered.
Sure enough, some difficulties may just be a piece of paper that can be torn with a single poke.
In his peripheral vision, he saw that the old doorman had stood up from his seat in the corner at some point.
The first set of strings is complete.
The second set of strings has the same length, but the diameter has been increased by an almost imperceptible but almost precise 0.02mm.
Then came the third set, and the fourth set.
The difference in diameter between each set of strings may seem negligible to the layman, but it actually determines the quality of the instrument.
This is also the so-called technical barrier.
However, Emilia, who possesses miraculous skills, is the one who can sweep away these technical barriers that may have existed for thousands of years with the brutal force of a flood breaking down a dam!
The guitars in Sig's home were probably unstrung for these reasons—making quality guitar strings was clearly a skill-intensive endeavor. Her sensitivity to sound was clearly far superior to that of the average person, and she likely couldn't tolerate inferior strings—and guitar strings weren't the kind you could just adjust with a knife and still be used.
The strings she could afford were despised by herself, and the ones she admired were not ones she could afford.
Emilia sighed, and the bronze in the air swirled and landed on his left hand, while circles of strings were stacked on his arm like layers.
More than a hundred strings hang down like a waterfall.
"It worked," Yin whispered. "It would be great if everyone could learn this."
Emiya let out a breath and turned to one of her teammates: "Ms. Sig, now I need your inspection."
Sig stood by from beginning to end, taking it all in. His eyes were practically glowing.
She gently opened her mouth and blew towards the curtain-like strings.
The gentle breeze blew across the curtain of strings, causing the strings to sway slightly and bump against each other lightly in the wind.
"Jingle Bell--"
As melodious as wind chimes, as harmonious as a choir's a cappella.
The sound echoed leisurely in the corridors and rooms of the silent warehouse, passing by the flickering light on the wall.
It was like the sudden cry of a nightingale in a dark forest.
"...?" Emiya lowered her head in astonishment. "Is this the sound of the strings?"
He didn't know much about musical instruments, but could such thin strings just be blown and all of them resonate in the air?
Even if these strings were made by him, he could never have foreseen this scene.
Sig walked forward a few steps, took the strings one by one and placed them on the ground.
Then, she replied confidently, "Of course not. I sang the harmony just now. Lute strings are so heavy. If they all ring out when you blow on them, then your strings are completely unqualified."
"Hey!"
Although this fact was completely reasonable, Emiya still felt the blood vessels near her temples throbbing when she heard the little guy in front of her admit it so bluntly.
So you guys really need strings?!
As if seeing what he was thinking, Sig puffed up his cheeks: "—I can do without it, but I can't live without it! Have you ever heard of a poet without an instrument? Why should I be the only one!"
"Okay, okay." Emilia waved her hand and picked up the rosewood. "I saw some stringless lutes in your house. Can we make the instrument according to those specifications?"
"no problem!"
"Oh, right." After being interrupted by Sig, Emiya almost forgot the most important thing, "And what about the quality of the strings?"
"No problem!" Sig hung the full set of strings on his head and blew again.
This time, the sound was the clear flute.
Emiya no longer wanted to complain about why blowing on a bunch of lute strings could make them sound like wind instruments.
"Oh, by the way, aren't there hollowed-out sound holes below the strings? Could you help me make the hollowed-out patterns into the patterns of gold coins from Baldur's Gate, Amn, Waterdeep, and Silvermoon?"
It’s not difficult, at least not for Emilia.
"You will drown in money sooner or later!"
"Is there such a good thing?"
"..." Emilia sighed.
The teardrop-shaped speaker, the flat soundboard, the neck, the tuner box—
Although these structures might be better made of different types of wood, Sig probably cares more about whether the materials are valuable.
And although Sigg looks petite, she doesn't show any obvious lack of strength, so she shouldn't be unable to move the lute. So let her be.
The six strings were already on. Sig couldn't wait to hold the strings in his arms and gently pluck them.
This time, what was heard was the real peaceful and gentle sound of the lute.
"...I'm so touched." Emilia sighed and wiped her eyes. "It turns out that the lute doesn't sound like a cappella or flute."
Sig glared at him and held up the piano he had just finished. "We're done! Old man over there! Do you have anything to say now?"
The gatekeeper had already stood up.
This time, he did not walk at that slow pace, but walked quickly towards Sig.
He took the lute and examined it over and over again, his sharp eyes almost wanting to cut it open and rebuild it.
Finally, he closed his eyes and let everything he was thinking of turn into a long sigh.
He turned his head and cast a complex gaze at Emiya from under his white hair.
"I dare say that the people of Gond are already the best artisans in the world. We encourage new talent, new technologies, and support creativity. At the same time, our environment is stable, rarely affected by external influences. For hundreds of years, we have been able to hide away from the storms of Faerûn. Even during the Arcane Scourge, when the entire continent was reduced to ruins, Gond's largest church happened to be located in Baldur's Gate, unaffected by the slightest disturbance. Instead, it absorbed many of the artisans who fled here into its guild."
"Our only concern is that our technology might change the world too quickly, and we're not ready to risk our lives."
The gatekeeper returned the piano to Sig and stood in front of Emiya.
"If you were even 80% as efficient as the people of Gond, then I would commend you for your ambition as a mage, and perhaps bring about a revolution in the Transmutation department."
"If you could match the efficiency of the people of Gond, I would be amazed by your talent and extend an olive branch to you."
"If your efficiency leaves the people of Gond far behind, then I will even encourage the people of Gond to catch up."
"But now?"
The gatekeeper shook his head. "If we ask the Gond people to make the strings for this harp, they might be able to complete a set in a day. But they'll need to spend more time adjusting them to ensure accuracy. In fact, this task wouldn't be done by just one Gond person."
"And preparing the materials and getting the red sandalwood to its optimal state? This kind of thing can only be smoothed out with time... Weeks? Months? No matter what, the progress can't be sped up."
He glanced back at the hourglass.
The sand inside had barely had time to fall, and there was only an extremely thin layer at the bottom.
"You made a lute of excellent quality, and even provided your bard with enough strings to last a lifetime, and it only took you one minute?"
The more he spoke, the higher the pitch of the gatekeeper's voice grew, and the weariness and weakness in it faded further and further. Finally, he was pacing the Gear Workshop with swift steps, waving his hands vigorously and pacing back and forth. Where was the slowness of aging he had just shown?
Emiya frowned.
The atmosphere seems a bit bad.
The next second, the gatekeeper suddenly stopped and asked a shocking question.
"Mr. Emia of Lunya, did you promise the Flaming Fist that you would provide them with nine hundred sets of armor?"
This question should never arise at this time and in this occasion!
Moreover, he had never told his own name... not even to Master Gutenberg!
"Although I don't think I'll get an answer, I still want to ask." Emilia frowned and took a few steps back. "How did you know?"
"It's actually not as complicated as you think—after you disappeared, the Flame Fist was forced to place an emergency order with the Supreme Temple of Miracles. However, due to a severe shortage of manpower, the Flame Fist couldn't offer a price that would meet the emergency order, so the Gond Church has politely declined."
"Well, let me be more clear—" The janitor's face was mostly hidden by his beard, his expression invisible. "For a young man like you, destined to shock the world, the measures proposed above are unduly conservative. They insult your unprecedented and perhaps even unparalleled talent."
At this moment, Emiya and his group couldn't help but frown and put their hands on the weapons at their waists.
You can't be planning to kill someone to silence them, right?
At this moment, the gatekeeper burst into laughter. "A contest, of course! Challenge me! Let's see who can complete four hundred and fifty sets of steel plate armor suitable for an adult human first! The materials will be provided by the Gond Church, and they will be taken from the warehouse of this Gear Workshop. I will be the only one competing in this competition, using only the tools of the Gear Workshop, my own skills, and my divine arts. I am alone, and you can all work together."
"No matter which side wins, I will give you the 450 sets of full-body plate armor I made. You can use them as you wish. If you lose, you won't have to pay anything for it - this is just a personal whim."
Having said this, he kept silent.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
Emiya's heart rate suddenly accelerated.
The gatekeeper has clearly admitted that the efficiency of Emya is far superior to that of the people of Gond, and the gap is as great as a hundred or a thousand times.
Even so, the gatekeeper still proposed the competition.
In other words, the craftsmanship of this gatekeeper is far superior to that of ordinary Gond people.
At the same time, his information channels were bizarre; a janitor living in a dark gear shop should never have known these things.
Emiya pursed her lips, letting them tremble for a moment. After a moment, she finally asked her last question: "Of course I am happy to accept such a competition, but I still want to ask-"
"What if I win?"
The hunchbacked old man in front of him burst into laughter, and his originally hunched body straightened up quietly, and his weak body was filled with vitality.
The original decay was just a disguise.
The gatekeeper grinned widely, his beard turning brown as if he hadn't aged. "That'll have to wait until you win."
In just a few short sentences, the hunchbacked gatekeeper disappeared.
Standing in front of Emiya was a tall, strong man with a thick beard in his middle age.
Behind him was a huge iron hammer that was almost as tall as a person.
Emiya took a deep breath. "This question is probably quite unnecessary. This competition must have caused considerable damage to the Gear Shop's inventory. Should we notify Master Craftsman Gutenberg?"
The being in front of him waved his hand and said, "Ah, very good. Caring for others and yourself is in line with my imagination of a rising star of the kind generation. But this is really not something you need to worry about."
"I will tell him tomorrow morning when Gutenberg prays."
The pastor hates being disturbed the most when he prays in the morning.
At this time, they can only communicate with an existence from a distance.
When she realized the true identity of the person in front of her, Emilia's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.
When your efficiency is ten thousand or a hundred thousand times higher than that of an ordinary craftsman, those who will come to compete with you will of course be the strongest craftsman in the world.
Sixty-seven The Power of Gods, the Talent of Mortals (I)
The Gear Workshop should have been deserted at this moment. Even Master Craftsman Gutenberg, who was supposed to be resting here, had been forced to devote himself to mundane affairs not long ago.
However, in fact, the opposite is true. This large underground workshop is becoming noisier than ever before.
Carts of coke are being carried out of the warehouse, and fully loaded steel is shaking in the transport trucks.
The smell of dust from fuel filled my nose, and the glint of metal filled my eyes.
What’s even more amazing is that the vehicles are not being pulled by living people, but by the magical machines that had previously appeared behind the Gatekeeper and Gutenberg.
At present, most of the time, one machine is enough to meet all needs. However, if necessary, they can also spread these machines all over the field of vision.
The Gear Workshop is being infused with vitality by these machines, waking up in the sounds of friction and collision as if it has life.
Of course, Gond's gear workshop also has tools used by blacksmiths, but these tools require intense heat to operate and are not compatible with other craftsmen.
“—Boom! Boom!”
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