Equipment Printing School Mage
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[Bad news, Emiya has only just received 250 sets.] Sig replied.
Emiya once took the lead by nearly ten sets while Gunde was changing equipment, but halfway through the competition, he was caught up by Gunde.
Even though this means that the speed difference between the two is not that big, if this continues, defeat is only a matter of time.
[Uh...] Sig wiped his wet hair. [Should I tell him? Will it make Emiya's condition worse?]
Mars looked at Emilia silently and answered decisively: "Tell him, I think this will only arouse his fighting spirit."
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Am I behind?
This news was like a bolt from the blue, making the already exhausted Emilia feel a little dizzy.
Or perhaps, his condition had already reached its limit.
Two hundred and fifty sets of full body plate armor.
Helmet, breastplate, skirt, armour, gauntlets, greaves.
Every component of every suit of armor is finished to perfection.
And this almost exaggerated result was achieved even though he only used his magical power once and a fourth-level spell.
He could even sense that the spell's power wasn't yet at its limit. If he had more energy and stamina, he should be able to complete four hundred and fifty sets... or even nine hundred sets of armor in one go.
However, he was now seeing stars and his condition was too bad to continue.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock.
Two hours have passed in the outside world.
But for him, he had been casting spells for four hours straight.
Silver made his thinking and spellcasting faster, but it went without saying that the rate at which his physical strength was depleted also doubled.
In any case, he needs to take a break now and think about his next decision.
If Gond had caught up with him in just two hours, he would have been minutes behind him after another two hours, so even if he had held on for a few seconds, it would have been meaningless.
Strategies, methods... whatever it is, he must come up with something that can bring about significant improvements!
"Hoo...Hoo..." Emiya breathed heavily, thinking constantly, and turned her head to ask, "...Yin, how are you doing?"
This question also made Yinru feel relieved. Her body softened and she fell directly on Emilia's back. She answered in a muffled voice: "I can't focus my vision. I feel black in front of my eyes and I can't stand steadily... I have never felt this before. What's wrong with me?"
"You're just simply tired!"
Yin, this guy, is not a serious person at ordinary times. And in this situation, she can still continue to say all kinds of things that make people's eyes go dark.
Emiya supported Yin and slowly sat down on the ground. However, the floor tiles of the Gear Shop had become as hot as a sauna under the constant flames.
However, he couldn't care less about that now. At least Silver wouldn't be afraid of this level of temperature.
At this time, Mars had already exchanged places with Sig, and quickly ran to Emiya's side and asked, "Have you reached your limit? If you can't hold on, you can still admit defeat."
It was impossible to admit defeat.
But no matter what, the power of the paladin's guardian aura is extremely strong.
Just by coming within a few meters of Mars, Emiya felt as if the heaviness of her body had been reduced by half. With this sense of relief, Emiya raised her head and waved her hand reluctantly, "I just want to rest for a while. It only takes... half a minute."
When Emiya stopped casting the spell, a piece of armor was not yet fully completed. Some small parts fell to the ground with a clang.
Although these parts do not provide protection, they ensure the mobility of the plate armor and are equally important. However, they are relatively complicated to manufacture.
Seeing this, Emiya could only sigh.
Just save these parts for last and install them on the armor along with the other parts.
……Together?
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Emilia's chaotic mind.
Previously, he had completed the armor piece by piece, only starting to work on the next piece after he had finished making and assembled one piece.
In the process of making this, he inevitably has to constantly switch the casting goals in his mind.
So, let’s change our thinking.
Even when he was at his best, he couldn't surpass Gunde in efficiency. Now, his efficiency was inevitably decreasing.
If we continue to use the old methods, failure is inevitable.
So, why not consider first making all the same parts of the remaining armor, such as the breastplate, and then start making the next one, until finally all the armor is assembled.
He must try it!
Emiya put her thumb in her mouth and bit it hard, forcing her brain to clear its mind a little.
"...Mars, please help me remember the number of components I'm manufacturing. Let me know immediately when it reaches 200!"
The task of counting seemed simple, but avoiding any mistakes was another matter. He could only trust the concentration of this Candlekeep man.
Emilia once again pointed her right hand at the iron ingot from a distance.
"...Magic Craftsmanship, begin! Silver, please hold on a little longer!"
Yin collapsed limply on him, with no intention of getting up, but she held his hand: "I didn't say I had no strength left."
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On the other side, Sig was in a desperate situation and suddenly realized that she was not completely helpless.
The bard is a chatterbox, so he should make the most of his chatterbox nature.
"Hello, hello, Lord Gund? Could you please explain why there are two master craftsmen at Baldur's Gate?"
Yes, that's the despicable chat flow!
The God of Craftsmen, who was originally concentrating on hammering the armor in front of him, turned his head in surprise: "Why are you asking this question now... Oh, I see."
He kept working and couldn't help but laugh. "I asked you to work together, and now the bard comes here to harass me with gossip about his apprenticeship with Mirriel?!"
"Look at what you're saying!" Sig coughed. "Isn't it natural for an ordinary bard like me living in Baldur's Gate to be a little curious about the mysterious Church of Gond?"
"Ha!" Gonde laughed. "Ask what you will. The gods are so busy that they can do nothing. Otherwise, wouldn't my head explode every morning at prayer?"
The conversation never stopped, and Gunde's hammer never slowed down - it was obvious that ordinary verbal harassment and chatting would be of no use to the god.
However, Sig had no intention of giving up - even if it was just to get some information in advance for the upcoming war.
"So, can you please answer? A position like the Grand Master of Gondor should represent the highest echelons of the church. Even more so, the person who holds the final say in a country's Gondor Church. And yet, in Baldur's Gate, there are two Grand Masters sitting in the same position. Don't you think it's crowded? They even live in the same small Upper Town?"
Gond expected the bard to disturb him with some random jokes and had no intention of answering.
However, this question was unexpectedly formal.
It can even be said that it hits the vital point directly.
After a long moment, Gond's reply slowly emerged through the sound of hammers hammering: "This is the inner secret of the Gond Church. As a god, how can I be the first to reveal it? I also have to respect the hard work of my believers."
It seems that such questions are not exciting enough. We must ask some questions, questions that are so important that Gunde would want to give up this competition immediately!
Even if it's a rumor!
Sig gritted his teeth and said, "Then, Lord Gund, when did your church become the first church in Baldur's Gate? Was it there from the beginning of the city's founding?"
"How could he have come with Baldran?" Gond laughed. "Although Baldran is indeed the founder of the city and his achievements are impeccable, he himself... well, at least not enough to attract Gond believers to come."
"So, the Gond Church came from behind and surpassed the Umberley Church?"
"Indeed, after generations of Gond people fought bravely, our ships battled countless battles with the waves of Umberlee. Ultimately, over a long period of time, we earned the trust of the Baldur people, making them realize that instead of giving all their wealth to the Umberlee Church to buy peace, it would be better to give half or even more to the Gond Church to build a good ship." Speaking of this topic, Gond couldn't help but look up slightly, lost in reminiscence. "For each generation of Master Craftsmen, I personally assign tasks to the candidates. The one who completes it first is promoted to Master Craftsman."
Of course, his actions did not stop there.
"Most of the time, there is only one Grand Master. I'm not stupid. Assigning two Grand Masters to the same church would simply encourage infighting. But unfortunately, exceptions do occur."
"Over the past century, the Silver Shield family has continuously shown goodwill to the Gunde family, sending numerous children, generation after generation, to join the Gunde Church. They have also provided substantial financial support to the Gunde Church—"
Gunde sighed and slammed his hammer down on the armor. "Then, when Gutenberg was promoted to Master Craftsman, his competitor was the previous Grand Duke of Silver Shield."
Sig asked curiously, "Are both sides competing... using every possible means?"
"Quite the opposite!" Gund sighed repeatedly. "At the time, Gutenberg encountered great difficulties, and the then Grand Duke of Silver Shield lent him a hand. In the end, the two of them successfully completed the task at the same time. What else can I say? Is it forbidden for brothers and sisters in the church to help each other? The Grand Master Trial prohibits mutual interference, but it certainly does not prohibit mutual assistance."
Therefore, starting from the previous generation, the Gond Church has had two master craftsmen.
"Then, the Gond Church became bound to the most powerful family in Baldur's Gate. Although it was still nominally the First Church, it had effectively left the Umberlee Church far behind. The previous four-member council—the Gond Church, the Flaming Fist, and the Outer City—was almost unshakable. Even the Umberlee Church lost the last seat to the Shu in the previous election... In short, the Umberlee Church is effectively unable to compete with the Gond Church."
"...Vertical?" Sig asked in astonishment, "Vertical what?"
"Ahem!!!!" Gund coughed violently and spoke faster. "But this position is truly priceless. Before entering my kingdom, the first Grand Duke of Silver Shield, Satalin Silver Shield, told me his last wish: He hoped that I would grant the Grand Master Trial to his son, Thorin Silver Shield."
"I agreed."
Sig rubbed his neck uncomfortably. "Lord Gond, you're a bit of a pushover. At this rate, won't the Grand Duke of Silver Shield have to pay for the hereditary position of Grand Master of Gond? Nothing comes free in this world. As future generations of Gond people rely on the Grand Duke of Silver Shield's support, the Silver Shield family's power will only grow. I'm not trying to sow discord, but the possibility always exists, so we should always consider it in advance."
"I'm worried about this too! But can I let the Silver Shield Family spend a fortune while I suppress them?" Gunde's high spirits gradually faded. "That's why I don't like worldly affairs! Everything is a dilemma."
At this moment, Gond suddenly raised his head alertly and looked in the direction of Emya.
There, a wonderful scene was taking place.
Iron ingots were laid tightly on the ground, and a stream of iron as thin as a hair was sliding across each ingot at lightning speed. Wherever it passed, the iron ingots would immediately bend upwards.
Every time a piece of armor is completed, the iron stream flows to the next iron ingot without any stagnation, shaping the next piece of armor.
The speed of shaping is visibly increasing.
Even Emiya would experience subtle pauses in the different stages of armor production. However, when continuously producing identical components, his efficiency not only did not slow down, but actually increased steadily.
At the same time, Gunde heard the inner voice over there: [Emmia, 200 sets of skirt armor are completed! ]
[Then next is the arm armor...]
“Holy shit, shit, shit!!!”
Gunde's eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched, and he no longer cared about being polite and cursed.
"——There's actually this trick?!"
Gunde hesitated for a moment, looked up at the magical machines around him, and sighed in frustration.
Although these machines are wonderful and versatile, and are extremely powerful assistants, they inevitably pale in comparison in this scene.
They follow orders rather than being true extensions of the body, so their work efficiency is difficult to improve further.
To make matters worse, it takes time to coordinate the workings of the magical machinery present.
The working efficiency of these robotic arms is completely incompatible with Gunde.
Therefore, the wonderful working method adopted by Emilia is difficult for Gond to imitate.
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The breastplate is finished, the skirt is finished, the arm armor is finished, the gauntlets are finished, the greaves are finished!!!
Now, all you have to do is assemble them using various tiny parts and you’re done!
If he wanted to do a perfect job, he could add a lot of accessories to the full plate armor. But he was still a mortal challenging the gods, so he had to find loopholes. Gond had no regulations on the shape of full plate armor. So, keeping it simple would not affect the result.
Thanks to the protective aura of the Holy Knight, he finally held on until the last moment.
At this point, even Emilia couldn't help but feel her blood boiling and her temples swelling.
The iron ingot at hand is turning into countless tiny parts.
As long as your skill allows, the greatest source of energy consumption for the "Ghostly Craftsmanship" spell comes from quantity rather than quality. Therefore, in this step, he actually has the advantage.
At this moment, on the other side, Gunde suddenly put down the hammer and let it fall to the ground.
Crunch.
Emilia controlled the rivets to gradually drill into the two hundred sets of armor, and all the armor was completed almost at the same time.
At the same time, he also lifted up the armor of the God of Craftsmen and placed it on the pile of armor beside him.
Crunch.
Amid the sound of metal rubbing against each other, Emiya used up the last of her strength to neatly stack two hundred sets of armor together, turning them into the strongest and brightest hill, and shouted, "Done!"
It took three hours and twenty-one minutes.
With Silver's cooperation, Emiya's final efficiency was more than twice his previous level.
Sig, who had been hanging in the balance for hours, breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately: in her opinion, the best outcome of this contest was a draw—a win would only embarrass Gond. A close fight with Gond, followed by a narrow defeat, might make Gond happy.
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