Equipment Printing School Mage
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Apodale nodded slowly. "Very good. I hope we will only meet at the Council of Four in the future."
Jesus didn't dare to stay any longer. He mounted his mount and galloped out of the city almost as if he was escaping.
In an instant, the place outside the House of Hope became empty again.
Apodel Adrian then walked back into the gate for the first time, his eyes flashing at the extremely expensive donation in front of the door.
Aunt Leah had long since quietly hidden in a corner of the main hall of Hope Residence, silently knitting a sweater, as if everything happening outside had nothing to do with her.
"Aunt Leah?" Apodel said as he walked in. "You're surprisingly calm."
"To survive in Baldur's Gate, you need a lot of common sense: for example, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, and don't know what you shouldn't know. Furthermore, you've made such a large donation." Aunt Leah sighed silently. "Are you here to adopt a child or to gather information? I have to admit, the children in this mansion roam the streets, and while they may not be as well-informed as the Thieves Guild, they still know a lot."
"Perhaps, I'm interested in both." After a few more pleasantries, Apodale finally got to the point. "Can I meet the children here?"
"Ah, that may not be entirely as you wish." Aunt Leah's face showed embarrassment. "I don't keep children at home. It's not even dusk yet, and most of the little ones are probably still running around in the corners of Baldur's Gate."
Apodale was silent for a moment, then replied, "Well, it would be nice to get to know those who are still here. I'm mainly looking for a guide to the lower city, preferably one who's quite clever."
Hearing this, Aunt Leah clapped her hands. "In that case, Gotash is now the smartest person in Hope Residence. But there's one thing: he's inseparable from another named Kalak. While Kalak isn't particularly clever, he's also sensible and won't hinder you."
"If you don't mind, I'll go check and see if they're in Hope Residence now?"
"Then it'll be hard work."
Aunt Leah stood up and walked towards the depths of the House of Hope, while Apodel touched his dimensional bag.
The mind detection amulet is still effective. This nun speaks very sincerely and treats people neither servilely nor arrogantly.
The effect of the True Sight Gem is still maintained, and she is not undergoing any racial transformation or disguise.
If the House of Hope is really just an orphanage, then her existence can be regarded as the backbone of this place.
Just as Apodel was waiting, an undisguised sound of heavy breathing came from afar, approaching towards the direction of the House of Hope.
Shortness of breath that doesn't seem like adult breathing.
Apodel frowned, stood up suddenly, and took the sword Casomir in his hand for the first time.
The owner of the voice had no intention of concealing his whereabouts. He rushed straight to the door of the House of Hope and revealed his appearance.
He was a small boy with short, curly black hair and dark skin. His clothes weren't shabby, suggesting he came from a well-off family. However, his clothes were stained with mud from his frantic run through Baldur's Gate after the rain.
Cassomir's sharp edge was still obscured by the disguise cap on Apodel's head, so the child hadn't realized he was already within the paladin's attack range. He just asked breathlessly, "Excuse me! Excuse me! Are you Mr. Apodel?"
"...This is truly bizarre." In just a short while, Apodale had already been directly recognized twice. "Little friend, if you don't even know him, why are you looking for him in this Residence of Hope?"
"I... I..." The little boy patted his chest, regulating his breathing. "Anyway, I guess you are! Then, please leave here immediately! Next to this House of Hope is the devil's stronghold! You are moving right under their noses, and they have already discovered you!"
Baldur's Gate has become really bizarre now.
The child spoke out what was supposed to be a secret so easily and nonchalantly, and the results of the mind reading showed that he did not show any signs of lying.
On the contrary, this child, who was only as tall as his waist, was filled with surprise and satisfaction...
And a self-sacrificing resolve.
Apodale could only sigh again and admit his identity: "This is very strange. How did you know such a top secret? Who asked you to tell me?"
He entered Baldur's Gate to attract fire. As long as he didn't get noticed, he would have already been active near Baldur's Gate.
"...Sorry, I can't tell you. Besides, I have to go! Please don't follow me. I've already told you everything I know!" After saying these words, the unknown child finally caught his breath. Then, he actually bowed to Apodale seriously and ran away.
...Apodale pondered for a moment.
This was the first time he had encountered this situation, but it was not the first time he had seen someone in this state or with this emotion.
Although the unnamed child's emotions were generally positive, overall, they were more like self-righteousness.
Young people who hold this sentiment are most likely to get into trouble.
Plus, this little guy knows some secrets of unknown origin...
Apodale hesitated for a moment, then immediately raised his voice and shouted at the figure behind him, "Hey, kid, don't sign these messed-up documents!"
The dark-skinned child stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, but then replied: "—I know what I'm doing!"
At this moment, Aunt Leah also walked out of the house, and behind her were the two children named Kalak and Gotash.
Apodel pondered for a moment and asked, "Aunt Leah, may I ask what is next to this House of Hope?"
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In the Gear Workshop, Emiya almost immediately wanted to take the sword, but then she was shocked.
"Lord Gunde, I have a question... Is the power stored in this Dancing Sky Sword the power of its creator or the power of its user?"
If it is the former, then this Dancing Sky Sword is a true sword of God with infinite power.
If it was the latter, then once the sword fell into Emilia's hands, its power would instantly be reduced to one-hundredth of what it was, and the shocking momentum just now would be a completely fraudulent publicity effect.
Emilia knew a thing or two about his swordsmanship, so he might as well give the sword to Mars or Apodel.
"Of course it's the power of the user." Gunde snorted. "A considerable number of Dancing Sky Swords were created by mages. If it's the former, then what's the point of this Dancing Sky Sword? How can it still be considered one of the most powerful runes in the world?"
At this point, the God of Craftsmen waved his hand, and a long table suddenly appeared before them, piled high with fine wine and delicacies. "Don't be too ambitious. The Dancing Sky Rune isn't something you can learn right now. I'm simply giving you this sword to see if you can draw inspiration from it for advancement!"
"You'll stay here for the next few days." This time, Gongde spoke with rare ruthlessness. "You don't have to go anywhere until you reach the Sixth Ring."
2.18 Take a day off
Recently, I have had some urgent matters that take up a lot of time, so the update has inevitably been affected. I will try my best to maintain the update, but there is no way today, so I have to take a day off. I am very sorry.
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Seventy-three bloody nights
"hiss……"
When Mr. Emia of Lunya regained consciousness, he found that he had been lying on his back on a hard bed for an unknown amount of time.
There was still a sharp pain in my head from an unknown source.
He seemed to be in a special lounge, the entire room filled with beds of the same size, and he was just lying on one of them.
Just as Emiya had time to rub his eyes to dispel the discomfort in his body, Yin's surprised voice rang out from behind him: "Ah! You're awake! You've slept all night, and now it's the next day!"
With a soft snap, Yin slammed the Common Language introductory notes on his pillow and sat down next to him without any hesitation. "Do you remember how you fainted? We knew you just claimed to start working on a spell, but right after you started, you fell asleep and scared us all."
"Uh..." Emilia tried hard to retrieve the fragments of memory from her mind.
At that time, the God of Craftsmen had no mood to stay in the Gear Workshop any longer, and his figure immediately disappeared from the spot.
Of course, Emilia was exhausted, but he felt that he was not so tired that he could not move. He planned to use his last bit of energy to make a start on the attack on the two-point weapon.
At that time, he subconsciously recalled the sword he had seen the most.
Of course, it is the strongest holy sword that Apodel almost never leaves, the Holy Avenger named Cassomir.
Theoretically, to analyze a sword, one should have closer contact with it.
Even if you don't use various prophetic spells, you should still take out various tools like the great craftsman Gutenberg.
However, Emiya did not follow that procedure - he simply had seen the Holy Avenger before and subconsciously recalled it.
If there is no boasting on the scroll of Weapon Divided, then the prerequisite for casting this spell is [Seeing the weapon].
Emiya explained briefly, and Silver's eyes suddenly widened, her crystal-clear cheeks immediately flushed with excitement: "—Just memories?! You can understand the information about these weapons just by looking at them?"
"To be precise, it's the vague impressions left on it."
When he first met Apodale, he hadn't yet begun to work towards this goal. Therefore, the Holy Avenger only left a fleeting glimpse in his mind. His understanding of the Holy Avenger was entirely from the perspective of a mage and sword enthusiast.
What he saw at that time was the powerful magical force on it, the sacred wave formed by the determination of the holy warriors to scare away all evil, and the sharp edge that could cut through gold and jade.
When he saw the spell summary on the two-part weapon scroll, he realized that a weapon could theoretically preserve the user's martial arts and even their own strength. The Dancing Sky Sword given by Gond further confirmed this.
Therefore, when he first tried to read the information stored on the weapon, he subconsciously read the Holy Avenger that impressed him the most.
The results were tragic.
The good news is that he succeeded. The bad news is that there is too much information hosted on the Holy Avenger!
How many enemies did Apodel kill with the Holy Avenger?
Just by recalling it, a sea of blood and corpses that covered the sky and the sun emerged from his memory.
Countless protective spells were shattered like thin eggshells by the Holy Avenger's blade. Even with Emiya's experience, he couldn't even recognize each one.
However, the fate of enemies whose protective magic was broken was the same - they were beheaded and disemboweled by the Holy Avenger, or transformed into a brilliant beam of light under the brilliant light of the Holy Slash, and finally turned into golden ashes and scattered.
There are only a few exceptions.
During a battle against several vampires, Apodel's arm twisted and mutated, instantly becoming bloody and tangled with sinew. His original palm transformed into a claw gleaming with cold light. His perspective almost instantly expanded to twice its original height.
The Holy Avenger, which had been tightly grasped, slipped out of her grasp. As the sword fell to the ground, Emiya saw that the place where the Paladin had been had been replaced by a powerful monster covered in spikes.
Its joints were bent backwards, like a scarlet mantis of flesh and blood.
This endless amount of information had already shaken the exhausted Emiya's mental defenses, and the bloody breath of death brought by the unknown scarlet monster dealt him the final blow, causing him, who was already exhausted, to faint on the spot.
After carefully listening to Emiya's description, Yin pondered earnestly, "I have no impression of this monster. Perhaps I've never seen it, or perhaps I've forgotten. But the strangest thing is your ability... You haven't even learned the Divide Weapon skill, yet you can already read experience from weapons? This must be your personal talent."
In Faerun, although humans seem to be the most ordinary race with the least special abilities, in fact, exceptions are not uncommon - without any training, they can already use some extraordinary power to change the world.
Such people are commonly known as sorcerers. Of course, possessing such power doesn't necessarily mean they must become sorcerers. Some gifted individuals receive formal education and become full-fledged mages—even people like Emiya have heard of such examples.
"However, this power doesn't seem like arcane..." Yin said, a smug smile suddenly appearing on his face. "Mr. Emiya of Lunya? You seem to have admitted that you have the potential for psychic powers, but you were vague about the specific manifestations..."
She poked Emiya's chest without hesitation: "In fact, your psychic potential is reflected in this special perception of weapons and metal, right?"
That's probably the case, Emilia replied with the rigor of a wizard: "That's possible."
"Then let me ask my second question." Yin nodded, "What is your idea for solving the two-part attack on the weapon?"
"Thinking?" Emiya thought for a moment and replied, "First read the experience from the weapon, and then try to transcribe it using arcane methods..."
"Then your detour may be a bit too far. This idea is too difficult, and it may not be easy for you now." Yin jumped onto the bed and gestured seriously in front of Emiya. "Have you ever considered expanding the spiritual energy content?"
"……What's the meaning?"
"In short!" Yin leaned forward unceremoniously, hugged Emiya's head and shook it violently. "To use psychic power, abandon those rigorous thoughts, judgments, weighing, understanding, and interpretations. Eliminate all doubts and simply, unfoundedly, believe that you can do it."
She moved forward again and shouted in Emilia's ear: "Use your imagination! Even if it's delusion! The important thing is to believe in your imagination!"
Seeing Yin unconsciously moving her body closer and closer, the girl's breath began to continuously flow into her nose, and the graceful curves of her body were magnified rapidly in her eyes. Emiya's face flushed slightly.
He pressed her shoulders in annoyance and tried to divert her attention with professional topics: "Imagination is too abstract!"
Emiya's teacher once said that learning the arcane and becoming a mage is not just about learning a skill, but also about choosing the direction of life and changing one's lifestyle.
Now, Emiya has understood the meaning of this sentence - he is now completely unable to understand, let alone agree with Yin's words.
"I'm already a fifth-ring mage, and I can't achieve my goal with arcane magic. I've never systematically practiced psionics, starting from scratch. How can I be faster than arcane magic?"
"That just shows you're still too clueless about the magical world!" Yin shouted, as if the whole thing had turned into a loudspeaker game. "There's no strict hierarchy between magic. What's difficult to achieve in one system might be easy in another! Go for it!"
"—!"
He actually thought that this nonsense made a lot of sense!
Emiya, a stubborn mage, made one last struggle: "Then let me rest for a while, I don't think I've recovered yet... Where are Sig and Mars?"
It cannot be said that he was being completely unreasonable. He had indeed not fully recovered yet. It seemed that he had slept for a whole night, but his head was already very heavy.
Yin jumped out of bed with a look of disappointment, tried to recall, and replied, "It's breakfast time now, and they're looking for a restaurant. Also, last night, they seemed to be planning to persuade Gutenberg, the Master Craftsman of Gunde, to allow us to borrow the Gunde Church's transport fleet, so that we can mix our nine hundred suits of armor with the Gunde Church's supplies and send them all to Flame Fist."
Those nine hundred suits of armor were indeed a daunting task. They weighed over ten tons of steel, and even in modern times, they would have required several trucks to transport them. Even transportation was a problem nowadays.
Perhaps the Gond Church is not the force with the largest total transportation capacity, but the transport vehicles of the Gond people are obviously of the highest quality.
Moreover, no one in Baldur's Gate should dare to have any ideas about the Gond Church's convoy.
However, I wonder if Master Gutenberg can realize the potential...political risks of this matter.
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Of course not aware of it.
It was breakfast time for the next day. However, cooking didn't seem to be part of the Gear Shop's remit. Therefore, the meals here were peculiar—primarily consisting of mass-produced bread, dried meat, and various stews. Simple, easily transported from the Gond Temple, they were nutritious, but far from refined.
Master Craftsman Gutenberg had noticeable dark circles under his eyes, likely from tossing and turning last night. He was casually spooning his stew into his mouth. "Delivery service? That's not a problem. It's part of the service."
Having said that, Gutenberg paused, glanced towards the lounge with a complicated look, sighed deeply, and bit a piece of bread with a bit of frustration and reluctance: "... Not to mention it's you guys."
He swallowed, calming himself. He tilted his head slightly and estimated, "The first batch of orders should be delivered to the Flame Fist tomorrow. By then, the Gunde Church will have spare capacity. At worst, we can borrow from the Silver Shield Family."
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