A deafening sound like a dragon's roar was echoing in the streets of Gear Square.

But that was just the sound of the bellows pumping air into the furnace.

At this moment in the blacksmith area, the eternal torches by the wall had become incredibly dim, simply because the furnaces were now as blazing as the sun, the blazing white flames illuminating the entire open area like daylight.

There are ten sets of such furnaces and anvils prepared in this area.

After just standing here for a while, Mars had to take off his armor and put it at his feet.

The room temperature was gradually rising. With the fortitude of a paladin, he could endure it. But if he added armor, even he wouldn't be able to make it to the end of the game.

Meanwhile, Sig had already tied her hair back and, sweating profusely, poked Emiya's back with her new lute. "Captain, this may be my own shortsightedness, but that caretaker over there who looks so strange, could it be... could it be that...?"

Aimiya replied, "He actually made it very clear."

The gatekeeper is Gond. Of course, the one here is not the real god, but only the incarnation of the god.

But the incarnation of God is no longer an individual that mortals can try to fight against.

"—Ah!" After losing the last ray of unrealistic hope, Sig let out a heartfelt whine. "Is it too late for me to run now? I just want to make a little money. I really have no interest or courage to step onto the center of the world stage."

Emiya replied, "Nine hundred sets of full-body plate armor, with a total market value of 1.35 million gold coins. While converting them into cash might be a bit troublesome, Lord Gunde requested that our team join together, so this is the team's income."

Sig's legs seemed to have a mind of their own. One leg kept shrinking back, while the other kept pinning her to the spot. "So, can I get...get...?"

"About 340,000 gold coins. If you leave now..."

At this moment, the machine of Gund, the god of craftsmen, was considerate enough to deliver a cart of steel ingots to them.

Nine hundred sets of full body plate armor require more than ten tons of steel.

"That's not it! It's like taking something from someone and then being soft-hearted. Once I get these 340,000, I'm no longer a temporary mercenary! From now on, I'll have to follow you through fire and water! But you've only been in the team for less than four days, and you're already competing with the incarnation of a god!" Sig's eyes switched frantically between the mountains of steel ingots and the tall, muscular figure beside the furnace. "If you really want to jump into the sea of ​​fire or even the River Styx, should I follow you?"

"How is that possible?" Emiya sighed. "If something like that really happened, I would jump on my own and would never drag you along. After all, we're just teammates who met by chance. What's the big deal if we each run away when disaster strikes? Just let me know in advance."

"Oh my god, I'm even more uneasy about this money." Sig hugged the guitar with a troubled look on his face. "Then I'll go out and put the guitar away. The instrument can't withstand the high temperature... But I have to be frank. I can't share my dirty tricks with the True God."

Emilia replied, "I agreed to this competition. I only ask that you do your best."

Emilia couldn't help but turn her head as she watched the bard running away with his lute in hand.

While most of the team was nervously preparing for the upcoming competition, naturally, there was a certain unknown woman who was still completely out of the picture.

Miss Silver was now observing with great interest the various preparations that Gond was making for the competition: reinforcing the furnace, raising the temperature, and moving the steel.

Naturally, all of this work is done with divine power.

During the days they spent together, Emilia probably also understood some of Yin's temperament: she had a special preference for the arcane, but generally liked magic itself. However, if there was a conflict between a mage and a priest, she would stand on the side of the mage without hesitation.

What a weirdo!

Moreover, even though it has now become a real furnace, she seems to be unable to feel the hot atmosphere here that is almost like a volcano.

Because even at this time, Yin was still wearing the winter wolf cloak he had sewn.

He understood that silver had some special qualities and perhaps was not afraid of the high temperatures of summer.

But now, as the room temperature climbed higher and higher, in this scorching furnace, her fair cheeks only flushed slightly, making it impossible for Emilia to distinguish whether she was excited or hot.

Emiya wiped his forehead, and the wet feeling on his hands told him that he was sweating profusely due to the high room temperature.

"...Silver, how are you feeling now?"

"Feelings?" Yin looked away in confusion, then composed his words. "Is his idea of ​​using the lava wall to generate hot air and provide bottom heat for the furnace okay?"

Emiya almost rolled her eyes: "I mean, do you feel hot!"

Yin blinked and shook his head repeatedly: "...What is hot? I never knew what hot was."

“…Just pretend I didn’t ask!”

After this almost incoherent conversation, Gund, who was far away by the stove, suddenly said, "Emmia of Lunya, are you ready?"

Emilia stood up suddenly and replied, "I'm ready and can start anytime."

Gunde raised his head and laughed, then waved at him: "Ha, let me confirm it again. Come to me."

...?

At the same time, a ray of light lit up on his body, and all the sequelae left by the injury and poisoning last night disappeared. Almost at the same time, the scorching flames in the room were instantly isolated by the light.

Emya walked over to him. Gond was speaking to him on the surface, but the true meaning of the God of Craftsmen's words quietly flowed into his mind: "Young man, this question is actually quite rude, but I still want to ask: Don't you know the identity of that Miss Silver?"

[!?] Emilia was startled. [Actually, this has been bothering me for a long time. I have some guesses about her identity, but I've never been able to confirm it.]

[I thought this was obvious... So, who do you think she is?]

[…I think.] Emiya gritted her teeth. [She is the magic goddess Mystra.]

Yin's completely unworldly, almost spoiled, speaking style didn't seem like that of a mage who had spent much time in the material world. While Faerun's mages were widely considered detached from the world, they had generally grown up from the humble beginnings. It was impossible for them to be like Yin...

It's as if I have never lived on earth.

At the same time, there was a strange connection with the Demonic Network, a passion for and familiarity with magic, a connection that could not be erased even by amnesia...

With his knowledge, he could only think in this direction.

However, to his surprise, Gunde, who was the one who brought up this topic, did not express his agreement.

On the contrary, upon hearing this answer, the eyes of the world's strongest craftsman suddenly widened to the point that his thick eyebrows were almost pushed off his forehead. Then he couldn't help but laugh wildly towards the sky: [Mi... Mistra? Mortals always have such rich imaginations!]

He laughed heartily, pounding his chest, and continued the conversation in their minds: "She's definitely not Mystra! At your age, you've probably never seen Mystra's power, have you? Unfortunately, she can't be Mystra... That's the Weave Goddess of Toril! If we had to choose the most powerful deity in Faerun, it would almost certainly be between the Earth Goddess, Chauntia, and the Magic Goddess, Mystra! These two goddesses are simply not on the same level as the other gods!"

"I'll leave aside the fact that her appearance bears no resemblance to the Goddess of Magic. And her personality is completely different from either of those goddesses. Those two goddesses' passion and enthusiasm for magic itself are far less exaggerated, and... well, they also pay more attention to their manners when speaking. Even if you ask all the voters of the Goddess of Magic, no one would think this Miss Silver is a goddess." Perhaps Emiya's answer was too funny for the god, and he couldn't stop laughing. "Let's put it another way, you can have any excuse, but there's one thing you can't explain—this Miss Silver is so, so, so weak! Any fragment of that goddess can't be as weak as her!"

Strong or weak, this is not something Emiya can evaluate.

In his opinion, Yin's special magic was already strange enough. And there was probably no point in making excuses. Gond had obviously been watching them for a long time and knew as much about Yin as he did.

[Okay.] Emiya sighed. [Looks like you have a conclusion?]

"It's simple, she burns with the Silver Fire, the symbol of Mystra's Chosen." Gond replied, "Besides Mystra herself, only her Chosen possess that greatest flame. And to become the Chosen, besides the usual heroic gift, there's a more drastic method."

【What? 】

Gongde pointed expressionlessly to the area three inches below his waist: [——Life.]

【what? 】

[As long as you are Mistra's biological child, then of course you are born to be the chosen one.]

What a mess!

Emiya couldn't help but argue: [But Yin never mentioned her parents? ]

"That's even more true. The biological children of the second-generation Magic Goddess generally only discovered their true identities after many years. Countless Chosen Ones have lived without parents. The second-generation Magic Goddess has lived on earth for thousands of years. Perhaps only the Gods Above Gods know how many children she gave birth to during those years." Gond shrugged.

How many children did she have to give birth to such a way that even another god didn’t know how many she had given birth to?

"Oh, don't get me wrong. If I had focused on investigating, I might have found a definitive conclusion. I'm just not interested in that." Gondor replied, "But I can confirm that this Silver Lady is definitely one of Mystra's Chosen Ones. I think she is almost certainly one of Mystra's forgotten daughters."

[But she seems to be able to establish a connection with the magic network? ]

"What nonsense are you talking about? The essence of the Silver Flame is a magical node mixed with divine power. These chosen ones with the Silver Flame are always within the Magical Weave, so why do they need to establish a connection?" Gonde replied, "After the Arcane Calamity, the once invincible... well, the once-prominent Archmage Xinbu fell into madness due to the chaos in the Magical Weave and has not recovered to this day. This is proof that she, as a daughter of Mystra, is connected to the Magical Weave."

"I won't go into all that gossip. You might as well ask the other Chosen of Mystra in the living world, such as Elminster of Shadowdale." Gonder waved his hand. "The power of the Silver Flame is boundless, even I envy it... Anyway, asking after the Chosen of Mystra is so foolish, even I can't stand it."

People who have fire in their bodies will certainly not be afraid of fire.

Emiya turned her head slightly and happened to meet Yin's eyes: "Then I should be able to use the power of this Chosen One of Mystra, right?"

Gunde laughed heartily and patted the heavy hammer on his shoulder. "I just told you to attack with your entire team. I won't break my promise so soon."

"Then..." Emiya returned to stand beside Yin.

Mars and Sig were of little help in this competition.

The basis of victory or defeat, of course, first depends on how efficient this god of craftsmen is when he is restraining his strength.

Furthermore, it depends on whether Yin has any hidden cards.

Emiya took a deep breath and placed his hand on the pile of steel ingots beside him.

Boom.

At the same time, the last truck of fuel and metal was also transported to its position by the machines.

He said frankly, "I'm ready."

Standing on the other side of the hall was Gond's blazing furnace, with an endless expanse of fuel and steel ingots gleaming in the flames.

"Very good." Gund grinned.

He snapped his fingers, and the original hourglass twisted and deformed slightly in mid-air, turning into a table clock as tall as a person, standing next to the materials of both parties.

The three pointers are rotating slowly.

At this moment, there are still thirty seconds until noon.

"Then, at 12:00:00 noon, the competition begins: Whoever first transforms their prepared materials into 450 sets of full-body plate armor suitable for an adult human body will win."

The second hand and the gears in the clock are rotating.

Emiya closed her eyes.

Neither the sense of structure nor the wonders of nature required vision, so he simply closed his eyes.

Click click click click.

The second hand drives the minute hand, and the minute hand drives the hour hand.

The three pointers completely coincide at this moment.

The competition between mortals and gods has officially begun.

"Om-"

At the same time, magic power began to roar.

The countless metals in front of Emiya broke away from their solid form.

At the same time, the god opposite him began to show the most insignificant part of his power.

However, to mortals, it is still a miracle.

Gunde simply raised his hand, and the iron mountains were engulfed in flames that blocked out the sky.

The next second, the mountains made of steel turned into volcanoes.

Countless robotic arms sent a large amount of metal that had begun to heat up into the furnace, and the surface of the metal immediately crumbled slowly in the blazing furnace.

Emiya took a deep breath.

In this contest, Gond left Emilia with the possibility of victory, at least on the surface.

If it is a competition to create magical items and artifacts, the possibility of a mortal defeating a god is zero.

However, Gond would not be a philanthropist. Quite the contrary, no god would not cherish his reputation, and no god would be willing to lose his most important position to a mortal - even if a lot of adjectives were added.

They won't lose either.

In this competition, if Emiya relies on herself alone, her chances of winning may not even be 1%.

【silver!】

Sixty-eight Godly Powers, Mortal Talents (Part 2)

At this time, there was only one thing he wanted Yin to do after calling her.

The most special thing about silver is its inexplicable connection with time.

Before this, Emiya had never tried to use Silver to accelerate the magic work, because the original speed was more than enough to meet the needs.

[Mars, Sig, please help me monitor...please keep an eye on Mr. Gatekeeper's progress.]

How can I pay attention? I can't even comprehend the speed of the God of Gond!

The Paladin can only respond in this way through the connection of the mind.

The true manufacturing capabilities of the Gond Church actually far exceed the common sense of ordinary people - this is something that everyone who knows something about the Gond Church knows a little bit.

Just the exhibits in the Hall of Wonders are enough to make people doubt whether they live on the same land as the people of Gond, and whether they use the same brain and hands as the people of Gond.

Obviously, the most secret and advanced technologies of the Gond people will not be displayed in public.

And Gond is naturally superior to the most skilled Gond people.

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