Equipment Printing School Mage
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Among the Eighty-Six Blades
"Uh..." Emiya felt the aftershocks of the Mage Tower and felt sweat on her head. "Can I ask why the building shook just now? If it's not convenient to say..."
Imoen tapped her lips and said, “Of course it’s a matter of settling accounts.
"I did write that prank letter, and even the main character didn't know about it, but it was the main character who kept the fact of his becoming the Grand Duke a secret from Apodel."
"As for how Apodale plans to teach her a lesson, I can't say for sure. There are too many possibilities."
"What kind of relationship do you have with your original form?" Emiya felt the cold sweat on her forehead increasing. "Simulation is a seventh-level spell, right? Maybe I can reach that level in a few years. I want to learn about it in advance..."
Imoen glanced at everyone present—
This topic involved both arcane and ethical matters, and surprisingly managed to capture the attention of the entire team.
"It's not as complicated as you think." This topic seemed to involve philosophy, but the simulacrum Imoen was not shy about it. "In short, I don't feel like I'm another person at all - although in reality, my original body and I don't share anything. Not even memories, senses, or anything like that. Every day I go over my daily experiences with her, and when they're too complicated, she needs to use magic to read them so that she can grasp the latest situation. But I still don't feel like I'm another person."
"Of course, I have to follow her orders, and I have no objection to carrying them out—after all, our ways of thinking are completely aligned. However, when there are no detailed orders, I actually decide what to do on my own… although her presence wouldn't change anything."
At this point, the smile on the face of the Simulacrum Imoen grew wider. "So, when the real me saw Apodel at the Council of Four, I think I was right—"
From this familiar description, it is obvious that this kind of prank-level harm to each other is probably not the first time that Imoen's original body and the simulacrum have done it.
Emiya was silent for a moment, then asked, "I'd like to ask, is your relationship with your original self determined by the nature of the simulacrum itself, or is it also related to your own personality?"
"Hmm... I think that depends on the person," Imoen sighed. "From what I've heard, Elminster's simulacrum is almost indistinguishable from the real him. Also, because he has so much on his plate, the simulacrum and the real him rarely even meet. I guess it has something to do with how honest a person is."
"honest?"
Imoen sighed. "In short, it's about how thick the mask on a person's face is, and how big the gap is between their true heart and their appearance. The simulacrum probably doesn't mind being more unrestrained than the original."
At this point, Imoen's expression suddenly changed, and he coughed violently a few times. "--Mr. Emiya, you've been very busy these days, but please allow me to ask, how is your research on the two-part weapon progressing?"
Sig blinked in surprise. "Huh? Isn't that a bit too much of a jump?"
"—Stop talking nonsense." Imoen said seriously, "My main body is about to set me on fire. If I continue chatting with you, Apodel will have a legitimate reason to drag me away. So, tell me the truth, Emiya, how are you progressing?"
"..." Emiya sighed, selectively ignoring the first half of her sentence, "I gained a lot at the Gear Workshop. So after that, I achieved some results."
To be more precise, he grew rapidly during the extremely intense life-and-death competition with the incarnation of Gond.
However, it was obvious that defeating an incarnation of a god was such a huge event that they could not talk about it casually.
Gond's willingness to admit defeat and offer a reward was a result of Emilia's bravery, the cooperation of the others, and Gond's own high moral standards. To brag about this matter under such circumstances is to risk offending the gods for the sake of false reputation.
Emiya was very sober and had no intention of doing such a stupid thing.
Of course, he put his hand on Yin's side in time, ready to cover the guy's completely unlocked mouth at any time.
Yin didn't seem to have any vanity - but the problem was, she didn't seem to know what not to say, at least she didn't care.
Soon, Emiya realized that he had already figured out Yin's temperament. She actually said without realizing it, "That's only natural. After all, you've been whining!"
Imoen glanced wordlessly at the two men wrestling in close combat and asked, "—Can't tell?"
Aimia replied, "Sorry, I can't."
"Never mind. I'm curious, but not that much." Imoen sighed. "I just need to know what earth-shattering things have happened. So, let's get back to the topic at the beginning - what are the results?"
As she spoke, she snapped her fingers. "You have now freed the Flaming Fist from its shackles, and Apodel can now officially operate publicly in Baldur's Gate. Now, our combat power is more than enough. Apodel, I, and Karkoros, together, we can contact the Sharptooth Forest in an emergency."
Imoen brought up this topic for the umpteenth time: "Now, we no longer lack the strength of your small group."
If Baldur's Gate were to fall into war, their team's combat power could be considered the backbone.
To put it more bluntly, it is enough to fill the front line, but not enough to change the situation.
"I say the same thing again. If your team wants to go to the battlefield, unless Emiya has a breakthrough - apart from his spell, even if you all break through, it will not play a role in deciding the outcome of the battle." Imoen shook his finger.
Having said that, her gaze lingered on Mars for a moment, and then she continued, "I don't advocate absolute fairness, but I can make it clear: I don't want you to take unnecessary risk of death here. And I don't mind using my authority to ensure this."
"—Tell me, have you made any breakthroughs now?"
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Emiya. Even Yin, who had been so angry that he was about to attack, calmed down in an instant.
Emiya was silent for a moment, then replied, "I can only say that I have tried... or rather, I have gained some experience, but I'm not sure if this is just my imagination... I'm not sure if I've really gained any results."
"But as for the specific performance..." Emilia hesitated. "Mr. Apodel gave me some of his used weapons and previously captured spoils... I successfully read from those weapons... the experiences of their original users."
"...?" Imoen blinked, the color draining from her once calm face in shock. "What do you mean, you've gained experience? You're already a swordsman?"
"No, I'm not saying I've learned Lord Adrian's swordsmanship. I haven't learned it in such detail yet. I'm not at that stage yet." Emilia hesitated, "But... I did manage to see some scenes from the past."
At this point, his face darkened. "Mr. Apodale's fighting style was rather violent. As a result, most of the time I saw him charging forward, weapon raised, against overwhelming waves of magic. As far as I can remember, I felt myself being bombarded head-on by magic more often than I saw Mr. Apodale swinging his sword."
"Especially when I was reading Holy Avenger..." Emiya sighed, "During that process, I felt like I was struck by a terrifying spell that appeared as a pitch-black mist... that could absorb the moisture of flesh and blood at least a dozen times."
Imoen shrugged. "Abidach's Deathblight... an eighth-level necromancy spell. In recent years, the necromancy of the red-robed mages has become increasingly dominant, and as a result, necromancy has become increasingly common."
"That's still not bad." Emilia's face twitched. "When reading the half-sword called Daylight Star, I saw Mr. Apodel wielding the holy sword and turning the lich into ashes. But before the decisive moment, the lich successfully released the spell..."
"The result was that I heard a banshee's howl at close range." Emilia touched her ear with lingering fear.
"Uh..." After hearing this, a hint of sympathy appeared on Silver's face, and even Imoen touched his ears unconsciously.
Banshee's Wail is a ninth-ring necromancy spell that imitates the screams of undead banshees transformed from unjustly dead female elves.
The effect is extremely simple: any creature that hears the howl and fails to resist the despair in the wailing will die instantly.
"Besides, some weapons haven't been used since they landed in the hands of Sir Adrian!" Emilia couldn't help but complain. "The experiences I've read about some weapons aren't from Mr. Adrian's perspective at all!"
He opened the dimensional hole and took out a long sword wrapped in a purple-red scaly scabbard. However, before he could hold it for long, an arc of electricity struck his palm - if he held it for a moment longer, his palm would probably have been burned by the electric shock.
"Take, for example, this katana called Celestial Wrath!" Emilia exclaimed. "When I read my experience, the last thing I saw was Mr. Apodel swatting Celestial Wrath away with one blow, then swinging the Holy Avenger down at my neck! I could even feel the chill of the Holy Avenger brushing against my cervical vertebrae and the burning of the Holy Slash coursing through my body!"
"So...so..." As these words left her mouth, Imoen, who had been so calm, couldn't help but blush slightly and covered her face with her hands. "So the so-called reading experience on the spell scroll is actually reading this kind of experience. He and I originally thought it was simply reading sword skills, footwork, or something like that... These nonsensical spells are really traps."
"There are even experiences that have nothing to do with swords." Emilia finally sighed heavily. "Once, it seems that in a battle against several female vampires, Lord Apodel was fighting fiercely, but suddenly he roared like a monster and dropped the Holy Avenger to the ground..."
At this moment, Imoen suddenly interrupted Emilia with lightning speed: "Stop!"
"I know which battle it was, but don't talk about it anymore. You can talk about the past all you want, but not about the time in the Arcatraz! The most embarrassing experience of my life was those nightmarish weeks. So let's stop here!"
"Anyway, you haven't broken through yet, have you?" Imoen spoke rapidly, as if afraid he'd say more. "Then you should just stay in my Mage Tower for the next few days. There are still a few vacancies here."
"I'll take you there!"
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And so, the meeting with Imoen ended strangely and abruptly.
They were currently in Imoen's wizard tower—an absolute restricted area that even the clerks of the witchcraft grocery store were not allowed to approach.
Because of this, this is probably one of the safest places in the entire Baldur's Gate.
Then, the most important thing is the time for a certain money-hungry Miss Sig to cash in.
"Here, take it." Emilia picked up a gold brick weighing twelve kilograms and worth 1200 gold coins from the dimensional cave and placed it in front of Sig.
With a little effort, she brought the gold brick to her cheek and rubbed it with an expression of happiness that almost made her faint. Then, with an expression of reluctance, as if she wanted to eat the gold like modern chocolate, she put the gold brick back into Emiya's hand. "...I got it. Now, Captain, please put it back into the dimensional cave. Also, can you please move my gold bed out?"
"You just rubbed each brick a few times and then asked me to put it back in its place," Emilia replied grumpily as she dragged her gold-threaded bed out with great effort. "Are you some kind of little animal that's leaving its scent on your own property?"
"I spent one day and just moved my lips to get money that would take several lifetimes to earn, and I'm not allowed to touch it!" Sig took the rather heavy mattress and dragged it towards his room with a smile on his face. It didn't seem too strenuous. "Good night, Master Emiya! I wish you all the best tonight and tomorrow! Good night, Lord Mars, I wish you a smooth future. Good night, Miss Yin, I wish you..."
Only when facing an unusual woman like Yin would the eloquent bard get stuck: "May all your wishes come true!"
"Hmph... may your wishes come true." Yin repeated, glancing at Emiya with ill intent. Then, in a rare display of seriousness, he replied to Sig, "May you wake up to ever-increasing wealth every day."
"Oh! How can I feel good about this!"
Emiya sighed, ignored everyone else, and returned to her room.
Stuck at a bottleneck, I can clearly see the direction of the next step, but I just can't make any progress in a hurry.
This was the first time he felt such pain.
To be more precise, when he was still learning from his teacher, he was somewhat unaware of the changes between day and night.
In that place, the application of arcane magic was a rather abstract and unpredictable future event, which invisibly made him calmer.
But now, he didn't think that enemies like Grand Duke Valakan and the devil would choose to give up.
They had obviously been planning this for a long time and had invested countless efforts in this regard, and they almost succeeded in boiling the Flame Fist frog to death in warm water.
However, such a plan actually allowed Flame Fist to escape at the last moment before the fruit was ripe, and gave Flame Fist an astronomical amount of funds in vain - I am afraid that no matter what the enemy is, it cannot tolerate such an outcome.
He believed that the next conflict was imminent, and as soon as Grand Duke Valakan adjusted his strategy, he would immediately launch a counterattack.
Now, the fastest way for him to make further progress is to split the weapon into two, but...
It took him several years to become a fourth-ring mage from a layman. It would be too difficult to upgrade to the sixth ring in a hurry!
Emiya simply cleaned her body with magic tricks, changed her clothes, and lay down heavily on the bed.
The room was dark, but he could only sense the mountains of weapons piled high in Apodale spinning like stars on the dim ceiling. The countless memories contained within them swirled in his mind, leaving him somewhat foggy and confused.
However, the star metaphor wasn't quite accurate—Emmia's teacher had never taught him anything about alchemy or astronomy, which was quite rare in mage education.
However, his current chaotic state between irritability and thinking is just right for sleeping in confusion.
——The premise is that he can sleep peacefully.
Resting in Miss Imoen's wizard tower, of course, there was no need to take any self-defense measures - anyone who could blow up the wizard tower of such a great wizard would easily be able to break his protective spells. Anything he did would be futile.
However, Emiya soon realized that sometimes it is better to take some protection.
At least, it can prevent a traitor in the team from harassing us again.
He was a little dazed just now, and the light footsteps of a girl came closer and closer without him noticing.
Then, beside his bed, she suddenly disappeared.
"boom!"
After being hit so hard suddenly, Emiya's sleepiness disappeared instantly.
He opened his eyes in shock.
He saw a girl's long, smooth silver hair falling in front of him like a waterfall, and the girl's body odor was pouring into his nostrils.
Silver, once again ran to his bed in his pajamas.
But she obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior. Instead, she showed a relieved expression: "Ah, good, it seems you are not asleep, then you can still be saved."
"What do you mean by saved?"
"Of course there's hope on the Arcane Path!" Yin said righteously. "A breakthrough is imminent, unprecedented arcane magic is imminent, how can you sleep? You haven't cast many spells or walked many steps today, is there any need to sleep?!"
"Shouldn't we stay up all night to solve this problem?"
If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be furious at this moment because of being in a bad mood after waking up.
But Mr. Emiya of Lunya is not an ordinary person.
He was not allowed to participate in the battle for the next few days.
Then, he won't need to cast spells with high intensity for a while.
That is to say, he doesn't need to be in good shape in the next few days.
……
Emiya's eyes suddenly lit up, and they met Yin's eyes, and the two pairs of eyes sparkled in the dark night -
So, he really doesn’t need to sleep! It’s not too late to sleep after finishing the magic puzzle!
Eighty-seven smoldering
In the official residence of Grand Duke Valaken, guests and hosts gathered together again.
In this magnificent Calimshan-style living room, the burning incense brought a rich plant fragrance, but it still could not cover up the strange smell of potion on the red-robed old wizard.
The red-robed wizard opened his mouth and let out a sound like wind blowing through a hole: "This is truly a pity."
He sighed grimly. "I had thought that, with the devil's incredible wisdom, this plan would go more smoothly. Instead, despite our collective efforts, we ended up with the same outcome as always: a desperate fight, and if that proved impossible, a flight to safety."
The old wizard poked the ground with his bone staff, making a dent in the soft velvet carpet. "I thought we, the Cyrans, had shown sufficient sincerity. We personally came, even revealing our presence—after everything we did last night, are we finally going to have a head-on confrontation?"
At this point, the old wizard couldn't help but sigh, half regretful, half dissatisfied. "Mr. Devil, you should know best—a fair and square duel, with swords facing each other, even the time and place are relatively fixed... This is called a duel, and it's the paladin's favorite battlefield!"
"I have a name." Raphael snorted coldly. "Given the information is confirmed, I think mages prefer this kind of battlefield more than paladins, and they will have plenty of time to prepare."
"That's assuming the enemy doesn't know we exist!" Nickman roared. "Now, because of your scheme, the entire Baldur's Gate knows there's a team of red-robed wizards in Little Calimshan! You'd better make sure tomorrow's plan is foolproof! Otherwise, if things go wrong, I'll leave this battlefield immediately!"
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