Equipment Printing School Mage
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"——Of course, the Silver Shield family has its own rules."
It probably looks beautiful.
Emilia did not answer immediately. He had to seek other people's advice.
"I can't give you an answer right away," said Emilia.
Grand Duke Silvershield nodded and asked Sig and Silver to walk to Emiya's side: "I can understand. But you have to know that time is on my side. I am not deliberately delaying."
This result was certainly unacceptable to the devil, but just as he was about to take action, several muskets opened fire.
The extremely fast bullets easily pierced through the scales of the Hell Demon. Even when these lead bullets touched the scales, they clearly released a magical impact.
These arquebus bullets are enchanted.
Before he could ask, Apodale had already answered: "You didn't have to come here. Now, I can't ask more of you. I have no objection to what you want to do. I have lived a long life, and dying on the same day as my love is not a bad ending."
"Although I'm somewhat unwilling, I'm not so shameless as to let a junior risk my life." Imoen's voice also entered his mind. "Also, Mars's opinion is: he can't say bad words to Silver Shield, so he has nothing to say."
[I'm very angry.] Yin, who had always been heartless, or perhaps even someone who didn't care about mundane matters, was furious at this moment. [I hate it most when people tell me what to do! If you stay, I'm leaving!]
"I don't mind. But I might not be able to stand being controlled by others." Sig said, "I don't want to be the exclusive musician of some noble."
Sure enough.
Emiya nodded.
On the surface, their team consists of a smooth poet, a spoiled mysterious girl, a serious wizard and a paladin.
In fact, the whole team is unruly and will only respond to soft words and not hard ones.
Make them surrender? Perhaps it would be more realistic to just use enchantment to put the entire team under mind control.
A negotiation approach like Silver Shield's, which seems conciliatory but actually blocks all roads and only offers the most favorable results for them, will only make Emilia angry.
"So, what's the result?" asked Grand Duke Silver Shield after waiting patiently for a while.
"Please allow me to ask a few questions. After all, I don't know enough about Silver Shield before."
"Reasonable, please."
Emiya's eyes narrowed slightly.
——Next, the question he wanted to ask was not to the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, but to the Master Craftsman of Gondor.
"You said you want me to marry into the family of Miss Shiji II? From what I understand, she seems to be a novice of the Gond Church. Is it the custom of the Gond Church to use the life of a Gond citizen as a means to expand worldly power?"
"..." Silver Shield's eyebrows furrowed at the sarcastic words. "It's a bit strange for an outsider to accuse the Master Craftsman. She is my daughter, the only daughter of the Silver Shield clan leader, and the only daughter of the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate. The development of the Silver Shield family is inseparable from the contributions of every member, and she is not entitled to be an exception."
Emiya frowned. "Well, then, Mr. Mastercrafter. Before coming to Baldur's Gate, I had no connection with the Gond Church. Many Gond people, however, join the church from a young age. In this case, the so-called promotion to Mastercrafter is somewhat unrealistic."
"The election rules for the Grand Master are actually quite similar to those of the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate. The Grand Master is the highest leader of the church, and the promotion process will not begin unless the Grand Master dies of old age or voluntarily retires. Although theoretically there can only be one person, as long as two people meet the requirements at the same time, they can be promoted at the same time. We don't tend to monopolize the position - that would be too conspicuous."
Emiya frowned. "...Is it easy to achieve simultaneous promotion?"
"Of course it's not easy," Grand Duke Silver Shield replied. "[Every time], the Silver Shield family puts considerable effort into achieving this goal... paying exorbitant prices for the materials needed by another Master Craftsman candidate, allowing his assistants to indulge in pleasure while they should be working, thus delaying progress—not quite as glorious, but that's all. If a clan leader lacks talent, external assistance is often necessary. However, I am a genuine Master Craftsman. Perhaps you have such talent as well."
The devil suddenly sneered at this moment: "Of course, sometimes we have to rely on some mercenaries from the Nine Hells to make it so smooth."
"This kind of competition can actually rely on external forces?"
"In theory, it shouldn't be. But for the sake of the family, we have to make certain sacrifices." Silver Shield replied.
Emiya took a deep breath to ease her heart, which was about to burst out of her chest. "One last question. What is that thing in the hands of the Gond people? I have never seen it before."
"The secret weapon of the Gond Church. If you join the Silver Shield Family, you will be able to use it and study it at your will."
"Even though I haven't joined the Gond Church yet?"
"Hmph." Grand Duke Silver Shield shook his head. "Silver Shield's mansion is closer to Gond than the Palace of Supreme Wonders."
How bold of you to say that. Emilia pursed her lips and said, "What if I still don't want to do it now?"
"Then unfortunately, you have no choice." Thorin Silvershield spoke the coldest words in a gentle tone. "Your trump card is nothing more than using Cassomir to gain the power of Lord Apodel. I can tell you that you may be able to escape temporarily with this power, but that's all. The power of a paladin is invincible when used to fight evil. But unfortunately, I am not evil."
He pointed at Emilia's hand: "For example, now, the duration of that spell has expired."
exactly.
The duration of this spell is only enough for one battle.
With a crisp sound like bubbles bursting, Casomir's projection disappeared.
"Mr. Silver Shield." Emiya also changed her tone to a calm one, but her words were more sharp. "Let me summarize the actions of the Silver Shield family."
"You are a veteran noble of Baldur's Gate, having secured a seat on the Council of Four early on by being one step ahead. To further your power, you chose to parasitize the Church of Gond. This church, which values technology over personal relationships, chose to allow you to join in order to gain the support of the Grand Duke. Thus, your influence within the church began to snowball."
"The position of Grand Master should have belonged to the greatest artisans in the church. But since your arrival, you have brought the dirty politics of the Supreme Hall into the church. Perhaps the Silver Shield Patriarch was indeed an outstanding craftsman at the beginning. But since then, you have managed to maintain your re-election through power and conspiracy rather than skill, turning this important position into your family's private property. Thus began life within the Church of the Hollow."
"Treat the church's secrets as the private property of the Silver Shields, and abuse them recklessly for personal gain. Let the priests begin to value the Silver Shields more than craftsmanship and creed. Fill the path that once belonged to all craftsmen with your Silver Shield relatives and friends."
"Justice? You just want to use the skin of others as your throne. Your hands are already stained with blood."
"Don't you like to be given choices? Very good. Here, I give you my fourth suggestion."
Emya's voice was filled with an unprecedented murderous aura. "The Silver Shield family, pack up your belongings, give up your title of Grand Duke, leave Baldur's Gate, and never return. Neverwinter, Waterdeep, Amn, Calimshan, wherever you choose. You will never have to see our annoying faces again."
"........."
When these words were spoken, not only the Grand Duke of Silver Shield, but even the devil was briefly shocked.
After a slow silence, the Silver Shields erupted in angry curses, and for the first time, the Silver Shield Grand Duke's face revealed an unconcealable anger: "...Very good. The Silver Shield family really dislikes challengers."
"If a rebellious craftsman like you were unwilling to join Silver Shield, you should have died here."
The musket changed its target again.
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Emilia raised her eyebrows and said, "Let me ask, how many people have you, no, the Silver Shield Family, told this?"
Silver Shield replied, "Who would count things like this?"
Brave had never expected the situation to change so dramatically. He shook his head and hefted his hammer onto his shoulder. "I originally thought you were a genius, above and beyond the world... but now it seems, boy, you possess at least that level of arrogance."
"--Very good." Emilia said softly, "Then please allow me to clarify one thing."
"Grand Duke Silver Shield, you think you have the upper hand, and I'm just fighting a desperate battle. But it seems to me that the opposite is true."
"This spell of mine can indeed gain the power of the weapon's original wielder. Lord Apodel's Holy Avenger is indeed one of the most ideal targets."
"However, I do have a trump card that is more suitable for this moment than Casomire."
Emiya changed her posture this time.
He stretched out his hands with a slight degree of respect, as if to receive a blessing, and began to call for the second weapon.
The weapons are divided into two parts.
What appeared in his hand was an ordinary greatsword, flawless and lacking in decoration. However, the blade was engraved with the incomparably powerful Dancing Sky Rune.
"I hope it can really save you." Thorin Silvershield finally tore off his gentle mask, "--fire."
This time, the Silver Shield family really went all out.
Before this, at least a dozen Silver Shield priests had also summoned Gund's machines, each holding five or six muskets.
The magic net rang, the fuse was extended into the barrel, the spark ignited the smoke powder, the rapidly burning flame caused the air to expand rapidly, and the projectile in the barrel was accelerated to a speed that broke the sound barrier in a few tenths of a second.
At this moment, hundreds of enchanted bullets were only a few inches away from Emilia in an instant.
In fact, almost at the same moment the bullet leaves the chamber, the cleaning rod begins to extend into the chamber, preparing for the next shot.
But, none of this matters anymore.
As soon as this giant sword appeared, it floated into the air on its own.
Then, a fiery, furnace-like aura erupted violently, instantly engulfing the entire Silver Shield Mansion. The fiery storm and flashes of light eclipsed the crimson clouds in the sky.
"You told me a lot of secrets of the Silver Shield Family. Let me tell you a secret too." The sword in Emilia's hand had disappeared at some point.
What he held in his hand was an exaggeratedly huge hammer.
Its appearance seemed no different from a blacksmith's hammer, but the hammer head, which was as wide as a human head, proved that it was definitely not a tool that could be used by humans.
It had no idea how many times it had come into close contact with the hot metal, so much so that there were even traces of fire on the end of the hammer.
Emiya had seen this giant hammer before.
He once competed with the owner of this giant hammer in front of the fire, fighting with his last bit of strength, and luckily won.
The musket ball whizzed and hit Emilia's head.
These bullets that could penetrate the Hell Demon suddenly lost all their power at this moment.
They all lost all their kinetic energy at the same time and fell to the ground with a clang.
Emiya said calmly, "Those previous rebukes were actually conveyed by someone else. Not long ago, this sword wouldn't have opened up this level of power to me. But with your high-handed speech, everything has changed."
"He has one last word for me to give you."
"today--"
"It's the last day of Silver Shield."
The Last Day of the 104 Silver Shields (Part 3)
As soon as Emilia said this, the whole place fell silent.
A man like Emilia, dressed as a wizard, easily carried a terrifying giant hammer on his shoulder - his hand could only barely grasp the long handle of the giant hammer, and the hammer head was almost half his height.
A thing of this size should be firmly connected to the earth, and let the strongest strongmen in the world take turns to challenge it, instead of being easily carried on the shoulders of a wizard!
This scene was extremely incongruous. If someone else saw it, they would probably think that what Emilia was holding was just a balloon.
However, all the priests present were staring at the sledgehammer in his hand.
Clack, crack, crack.
That was because of extreme shock and fear, the sound of teeth colliding was almost continuous.
They were all official priests who prayed daily before the Gond idols, and they were expected to know the deity's image by heart. They were also skilled artisans, many of whom had carved the idols themselves. Naturally, they were more familiar with the giant hammers wielded by the Gond than anyone else.
"That is... this is impossible... this is impossible!"
"I must have seen it wrong...why would he hold it...why would he hold it...!"
Few Gonds dared to aim their muskets at Emya, and their once tight formation was completely scattered in an instant. The young men of the Silver Shield family whispered to each other, trying to prove that it was their vision that was wrong, and not that Emya had actually raised the hammer to his shoulder.
Why is it him?!
Brave naturally had some knowledge of theology, but he wasn't completely familiar with all the churches. However, just by observing the reactions of the Gond people, he had some guesses.
That is the weapon of Gond, the god of craftsmen.
In the Lord's own house, surrounded by countless Gond people, a wizard conjured up the weapon of the church's god out of thin air, and then carried it on his shoulders skillfully and easily.
Absurd, bizarre, unbelievable. Even the most deranged demon couldn't accept this! Even in the tavern in the abyss, a poet who dared to fabricate such a story should be kicked out!
Brave pursed his lips.
Now, he only had one choice left, and the outcome was not up to him.
Perhaps this was just some kind of deception—an illusion, an enchantment… Could this young man use arcane magic to deceive everyone present? The possibility was certainly low.
——But, it wouldn't be more outrageous than an outsider, a wizard who looked to be in his early twenties, who used the holy sword of a paladin to beat a pit fiend to a pulp, and then turned around and pulled out a weapon of God.
What the hell? Even if he was the Magic Goddess's bedmate, it wouldn't be so exaggerated! The Magic Goddess Mystra had a lot of bedmates, but when they were twenty years old, they were all just young men just starting out!
Braif quietly retreated a few steps away from Emiya, attempting to use dispel magic to remove the silver shield's restriction—he no longer expected to succeed. But at least his return to Hell wouldn't involve being killed, right?
Unsurprisingly, the attempt to dispel the magic failed—the Pit Fiend's magic was powerful, but not nearly strong enough to rival that of the highest leader of a church.
With his last hope gone, Braif gritted his teeth and shouted, "Boy, you're truly courageous—how dare you use the weapons of the gods to bluff us in front of the people of Gond? Unfortunately, no matter how good your disguise is, it can't explain one thing: why are you worthy of Gond's highest blessing? Even bluffing is excessive!"
"What he holds is nothing more than an ordinary Thunder Hammer with a slightly modified appearance. Although this weapon is rare, there are at least a dozen of them in Faerun. It's not surprising that he has seen other versions!"
Although it was the devil who spoke, which greatly reduced the credibility of this statement, the people of Gond present seemed to have woken up from their dreams.
Why choose an outsider to bring down God's wrath in front of a group of pastors of the same religion?
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Thorin Silvershield's hands were already trembling slightly, but now he seemed to be grasping at the last straw. "If our Lord is truly angry, he will not choose to let outsiders punish us!"
As the main god of the church, he should have more direct means of punishment!
...As for using weapons identical to those of God and taking his place as such a blasphemous act, why is there no punishment?
In this world, divine punishment is not always so timely.
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