Equipment Printing School Mage

The golden light is as bright as the sun and the luster is as bright as a mirror.

Behind her were gold bricks, each more than a dozen centimeters long and of astonishing purity. Emilia was silent for a moment, scanning the area.

Each gold brick is 20 cm long, 6 cm wide and 1 cm thick.

There are nearly two hundred gold bricks here.

Each gold brick weighs more than ten kilograms.

All together, it might weigh two tons.

——In other words, about 200,000 gold coins.

Such heavy precious metals, such astonishing wealth, when actually stacked up, were only as high as Mrs. Nasir's waist.

Emiya sighed.

He had certainly never seen so much money before. Fortunately, he left Sig outside to watch...

It's only been a few days and he's already developed a habit of speaking slang!

Fortunately, he left Sig outside to investigate. Otherwise, he had a strong suspicion that Sig would have gone crazy on the spot.

However, he was going to do something even crazier today.

Mrs. Nasir made it clear that people are responsible for their own decisions.

So, just as Mrs. Nasir was looking at Aimi's face with a smile, waiting for the young man to be shocked by this astonishing wealth, Aimi raised her head coldly: "—Not enough."

Mrs. Nasir was stunned for a moment: "What's not enough?"

Emiya replied firmly, "You want to buy all the equipment we brought? This money isn't enough! It's not even half of what you need!"

Seventy-nine lives for money

"Not enough?" Mrs. Nasir repeated Emiya's words in astonishment. "You said... Excuse me, what did you say is not enough?"

Emiya herself was of course aware that this statement was so offensive that it could be called an offense.

If they really came here to form an alliance or discuss business, then he just had to keep going - the deal would be ruined soon.

but……

Emiya asked in her heart: [Xige, Yin? Did you notice anything unusual?]

"No," Yin replied bluntly. "Compared to places like the airtight Wangyang Tower and Gear Workshop, this place is as clean as a desert."

Sig also replied: "It seems there's no ambush. This place is very ordinary. If you ask me, the whole place combined is not as charming as Miss Yin's face."

really.

Although she had been 70% to 80% certain before, she was only now finally certain—Mrs. Nasir was acting too comfortable. She had a strange sense of security.

"Ah." Mrs. Nasir's eyes rolled, and a smile of astonishment appeared on her face. "Life in the Flame Fist is indeed very tense. I heard that you were involved in a series of inexplicable events recently. Now it seems to be true."

She wasn't angry. Instead, she patted Emilia's chest with a smile. "Now you're suspicious of even a simple business deal, and you're testing me with words like that? You're still too young. Although you're pretty good at staying calm in the face of praise or criticism, unfortunately, some things aren't enough with just words."

Emiya was silent for a moment, then replied, "Because we're really curious... Where does the Watchers, a mercenary team that's only been around for a few years, get so much money?"

"Then I have a question as well." Madam Nasir clapped her hands, her gauntlets clanging. "How much is the Flaming Fist's funding shortfall now? How is the Flaming Fist's expedition to Chult progressing? How much debt does the Flaming Fist owe, and how many days until it's due? How many soldiers has the Flaming Fist lost recently, and how much compensation will it cost?"

Naturally, Emilia did not ask for these details one by one, and even if he knew, he would not tell.

Mrs. Nasir, unconvinced by his silence, said simply, "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Similarly, the Watchers' secrets have nothing to do with you. What we brought here are genuine gold bars, not counterfeit coins, and they're not mixed with lead or tin. That's a sincere gesture."

"Well, that's true."

Emiya replied.

Since their contact was so clearly limited to this one transaction, he would not be polite.

[Mars! Please pull the first carriage over here!] Emilia paused and said, [First, pull out the Flame Fist's inventory to make Madam Nasir happy for a while.]

【Ha, I've been waiting anxiously. 】

The two holy warriors of the Gond Church saw Mars waving his hand and immediately understood. They drove the horses and let the carriage enter the tower of the Watchers.

Emilia looked at the carriage getting closer and closer and said, "One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods?"

"Yes," Mrs. Nasir replied, "I will personally inspect and appraise the goods. For each cart of goods you unload into the warehouse, you can put the corresponding amount of wealth back on your cart."

At this point, she clapped her hands and said, "Two hundred thousand gold coins are right here. I want to see how much you can take away."

"Then let's wait and see." Emilia shrugged.

The carriage stopped in front of the warehouse.

Mrs. Nasir had covered the gold bricks with a protective tarpaulin, and coincidentally, their carriage was also covered.

Unlike gold, steel is worthless, even in refined form.

At least compared to the finished product.

The value of armor lies in the skill and time condensed into it.

The value of the cargo on this carriage can therefore vary by dozens of times.

Emilia lifted the tarpaulin covering the carriage, revealing the armor underneath.

When the metallic luster came into view, the captain of the Watchers was slightly stunned, and then he breathed a sigh of relief with an imperceptible degree of relief.

The armor on the carriage was neatly arranged according to type.

Scale mail, lath mail, armor, breastplate—

There are even a few complete sets of full-body plate armor.

There are all kinds of things, and there are many.

Although the armor and its accompanying equipment were in good condition, they clearly bore traces of collision and friction, clearly having been used for some time.

There are also separate arm and foot armors.

Mrs. Nasir breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man spoke in an unusual tone, showing no sign of being weak and humble in front of her. She thought that Flame Fist really had some hidden card.

From what I could tell, it was just the inventory that had just been pulled out of the warehouse. Those dozens of cars were packed full, probably just sacks of dirt for show, or other matching clothing or components.

It's true that these things are armor, and she has to buy them according to the terms, but they are obviously not worth much.

Combined with the young man's serious and stern expression, she was almost frightened!

She coughed lightly, walked to the back of the carriage, and after examining it seriously, nodded. "No problem. These armors are in good condition. According to the treaty, we can purchase such armor at 70% of the market price - scale armor is 35 gold coins per set, breastplate is 280 gold coins per set, half-body plate armor, I'll be generous and charge 550 gold coins per set, lath armor is 140 gold coins per set, and full-body plate armor is 1100 gold coins per set. As for the cheaper matching clothing and replacement small parts, please allow us to save them for last and calculate the price together."

Mars was still wearing his helmet, his expression completely hidden beneath the metal. He said in a rather strange tone, "—No problem, that's the price."

A suit of armor could weigh as little as 20 kilograms or as much as over 30 kilograms. Even lifting a suit of armor would be quite a struggle for an adult who lacks exercise.

Mars, however, effortlessly held the three suits of armor in his arms, unloaded the nearly 100-kilogram load from the carriage, and placed it next to Gold. "So, these two carriages have a total of 55 sets of scale armor, 20 sets of plate armor, 10 sets of breastplate armor, 10 sets of half-body plate armor, and 5 sets of full-body plate armor. A total of 18525 gold coins."

As she read out the figure, Mrs. Nasir's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. "Each gold brick here weighs twelve kilograms and is worth 1200 gold coins. Fifteen gold bricks are worth 18000 gold coins. The remaining change is for accounting purposes. How about saving it for later calculation with the other parts?"

"Thank you very much. The goods in these two trucks must be clearly marked with prices, and we have to bring cash back to Wangyang Tower." Emilia said incoherently.

Mrs. Nasir didn't understand what he meant, but her smile grew wider. "Well? Even if the cargo on each of your wagons is as valuable as these two, these two hundred thousand gold coins are enough to buy all twenty wagons. Let me be frank, the Watchers have another secret vault, but you probably can't let me open it."

Emiya didn't answer, but just waved at Mars expressionlessly.

The cargo on these two vehicles indeed belongs to Flame Fist.

Mars shrugged and symbolically moved fifteen gold bricks aside to indicate ownership.

Then, the third carriage entered the city wall.

Emilia pinched a corner of the tarpaulin, lifted it high and shook it aside.

The afternoon sunlight slanted slightly, shining on the ribs of the breastplate.

The armor, newly completed yesterday, was spotless and as smooth as a mirror. The brilliant golden light reflected on it, instantly piercing Lady Nasir's eyes like a sharp sword.

There was no impact, but Mrs. Nasir stumbled and almost lost her balance, hitting the wall of the warehouse heavily with a dull thud.

Dust flew in the golden beam of light. Mrs. Nasir blinked continuously, unable to believe what she saw.

Dozens of suits of armor were hung on coat racks and neatly arranged on the carriage.

Helmet, breastplate, shoulder armor, arm armor—

Every component is as smooth as new, as if it had just left the blacksmith's anvil a few minutes ago...

No. The surface of these plates didn't even show any marks from the hammering that went into shaping them; they were so perfect that they looked as if they had been cast from a mold.

Emiya said calmly, "This cart carries fifty sets of full-body plate armor. According to the contract, equipment without any signs of use will be purchased at 80% of the purchase price. Therefore, this cart is worth 60,000 gold coins."

"Sheng Hui. Now, I'm going to take fifty gold bricks."

One car could replace nearly a quarter of the Overwatch team's inventory.

And outside the gate, there were seventeen carriages.

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"The problem isn't what the Watchers can do, but what the Flaming Fist can't do!" Grand Duke Valakan's voice echoed back and forth in the conference room. "The advantage of mercenaries is that we're not responsible for their combat power; we only demand responsibility for it!"

"But what about now? The Flaming Fist and Baldur's Gate seem to be getting closer and closer, but it's becoming more and more like the Flaming Fist's one-sided demands and exploitation of Baldur's Gate!"

"The Flaming Fist soldiers have the excuse of enforcing their duty, so they can run rampant within the city. And the only violent organization with the power to enforce the law within the city is none other than the Flaming Fist itself! The Flaming Fist is the defender and protector of Baldur's Gate. Their authority comes from impartial enforcement, from justice and the law, not from tyranny!"

"If it were just tyranny, that would be fine! If money could truly buy safety, then we'd spend it! But can the Flaming Fist still guarantee safety? Facing the threat of Elturgard, the Flaming Fist did nothing, watching helplessly as the Hell Knights' patrols expanded! Now, in just ten days, several vicious murders have occurred in Baldur's Gate, and what is the Flaming Fist doing? They're going through their own books!"

Grand Duke Valracken roared, pounding the table. "Then why don't we just hire the Hell Knights of Elturgard? They're both at the mercy of others, but at least the Hell Knights of the East are known on the Sword Coast for their meddling, unlike the Flaming Fists, who spend a fortune and do nothing!"

"If they were just doing nothing, it would be fine! Even if they had to pay protection money to the bandits, at least it would only go to one family! But what is the Flaming Fist doing?" Valakan's voice grew louder. "Baldur's Gate is doing its utmost to fund the Flaming Fist, but what are they doing? They're expanding! To expand their territory, the Flaming Fist actually sent an expeditionary fleet all the way to Chult, thousands of miles away, to build a fortress there!"

"Without food, without craftsmen, and even having trouble getting water, they used funds to forcibly build an entire fortress all the way from the Sword Coast, relying on fleet after fleet to support it! Now, Marshal Deputy of the Flaming Fist, you tell us that the Flaming Fist is broke and needs support from the Council of Four? The Flaming Fist's ambitions have burned their wallets, and now they want the Baldur people to compensate! The Flaming Fist doesn't only provide services to Baldur's Gate, why don't you ask your other users for money?!"

"People of Baldor! Your kindness, your openness, your benevolence are being exploited!!!" Varaken's impassioned speech echoed throughout the Supreme Hall. "Right now, we must support the Flaming Fist, so that its fortress doesn't erode into mud and ash beneath the rainforest and swamps. But what next? If the Flaming Fist continues its advance in Chult, building a second and third fortress, will the Baldor also be expected to fill the shortfall?"

"Are we Balders supposed to support the Flaming Fist for free until the Flaming Fist conquers Chult, Halruaa, Mulhorand, and even Cyre? Even if the Flaming Fist plunders hundreds of millions of gold coins from the Maztec Golden City, just like the Church of Amnheim once did, will it share even a single penny with the Balders? If that's the case, why should we Balders allow the Flaming Fist to exploit us step by step?"

"The people of Baldur don't need a mercenary organization with world-wide ambitions to protect them!"

"To sum up." Grand Duke Valakan's voice suddenly stopped.

He took a deep breath and said in an extremely firm voice, "The Watchers are the watchers of the Baldur people, and this is something that the Flaming Fist can never do! Therefore, I propose that the responsibility of guarding Baldur's Gate be handed over to the Watchers from today on!"

This time, Grand Duke Silver Shield did not refuse. He lowered his head slightly and fell silent.

He is thinking and weighing.

This is an extremely dangerous signal.

Not to mention the Grand Duke of Flame Fist, the whispering sounds were quietly sneaking in from outside the conference room door.

Perhaps by this afternoon, or tomorrow at the latest, Grand Duke Valakan's rebuke of the Flaming Fist would spread throughout Baldur's Gate.

At that time, overwhelming pressure will be placed on the already overwhelmed Wangyang Tower and Feilong Pass.

“…” The mysterious man who had been hiding his true face with a hood was naturally Apodel Adrian.

He asked in his heart, "With all due respect, the Flaming Fist's expedition against Chult is indeed its greatest weakness at this moment. I have to admit that Grand Duke Valakan's doubts about the Chult expedition are well-founded and cannot be refuted."

"It's no use telling me," Karkoros replied indignantly. "Life on the Sword Coast is relatively peaceful, so several Flames have been promoted thanks to their exploits during the Chult Expedition. A temporary Marshal like me doesn't have the authority to forcibly halt the expedition. Even if I gave the order, I'm afraid the next Marshal would immediately resume it."

Apodale sighed deeply: [Well, now we have done what we can do.]

Eighty replacements

"boom!"

Seeing the weight of over 100 kilograms flying up and down in the hands of the tall warrior as light as a feather, Mrs. Nasir was unable to utter a word.

Such a strong man, so powerful that one could doubt his species, should have been eye-catching enough. But at this moment, Mrs. Nasir no longer had the energy to wonder where Flame Fist had found this strange man.

What really made her feel suffocated was the shrinking space in the warehouse.

After the two cars left the city wall, she seemed to have left the material plane at some point and arrived in a bizarre fantasy world.

A carriage entered the tower, and the tarpaulin covering it was lifted. Underneath, there were dozens of brand-new suits of armor, each as shiny as new, indistinguishable from the others, yet clearly flawlessly crafted with meticulous workmanship.

The sturdy man effortlessly carried suits of armor into the warehouse. Then, in just two trips, he took away fifty gold bricks, a full six hundred kilograms, and over half a ton of gold bars.

Such a scene, even if it only happened once, was enough to give Mrs. Nasir nightmares for days.