Equipment Printing School Mage
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It was as if a non-existent slash had been drawn across the paper. All structures dared not cross the line, so that this part of the underground passage was like being cut open with a knife, leaving only half.
At the same time, for the same reason, there were no defenses or warnings set up in this direction, and it was almost a smooth road.
Emiya glanced at the title of the blueprint. The code indicated that this blueprint should be describing the southernmost part of the tunnel.
South of Little Calimshan.
Emiya stood up suddenly.
That's Amnesia Mountain.
The most amazing thing about this mountain is that, unless you are a powerful spellcaster who keeps all kinds of protective magic on you at all times, you won't even know that you have ignored its existence.
If you don't know you are affected, you naturally cannot remove it or even prevent it.
It is precisely because of this that, even at this moment, only people like the Apodel couple and Karkoros, who are extremely vigilant all year round, can be immune to its influence and regularly aware of its existence.
Of course, they are now in the mansion magic and can successfully avoid the influence of Amnesia Mountain.
Then, Master Gunde gradually began to find clues in his memories, and then he began to slap his head in regret: "...I have failed my Lord's blessing! I have failed my Lord's blessing! I was actually influenced by a mountain for so many years without knowing it! Damn it!"
However, fortune and misfortune were reversed at this moment.
Emiya murmured, "...Isn't this the best place to attack?"
Gutenberg quickly pulled up other maps and pieced them together in his mind. "...Yes. If you choose the right altitude, the path to the center of the underground passage will be almost defenseless and devoid of traps. Perhaps this is also due to the influence of Amnesia Mountain."
At this point, there is nothing more to say.
Imoen patted his simulacrum's shoulder decisively. "Did you hear that? Now it's time for you to get to work."
"In the end, we still have to be simulated!"
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Emiya placed her hands on the ground, connected with the earth, and activated her magical power.
However, this time he was not going to use his magical power to create something, but simply to dig the ground.
Determine the height and direction. Then, layer by layer, peel away the rock that connects Amnesia Mountain to the earth, leaving a space large enough to accommodate a small team.
At this time, several veteran adventurers had already decided on a course of action.
At this point, Emiya and his group could just sit back and watch the show - there were more high-level adventurers present than their group, so it was not their turn to organize an elite team to charge.
However, Silver's special acceleration technique can still come in handy.
Both Imoen and Karkoros updated the simulacra to keep them in top condition, and began to equip them with magical equipment and cast numerous spells.
Apodel Adrian was also created as a simulacrum by Imoen. If his life and death were not so crucial to the safety of Imoen and Mars, he would have chosen to take the field himself.
But despite this, he still became the more embarrassed one——
All his wealth has been buried in the Silver Shield Mansion.
"...I never thought that the gift I gave you would become my greatest treasure..."
The simulacrum of Apodel took over the Day Star and the giant hammer Krenfell from Emya, which was also one of the most powerful weapons in his hands at the moment.
"If I hadn't given you these things, I don't know what I would have done next... Even though I consider myself a person of modest desire, I'm afraid I'd be heartbroken and choking." The simulacrum of Apodale sighed as he spoke. "This is the reward for doing good, I guess."
"What a shame." Even after saying this, Apodel couldn't help but feel heartbroken. "Casomire is the weapon that best suits this environment. I don't even know where in the world I can find a second ownerless Holy Avenger..."
"Actually, if it's just this battle..." Emiya, who was originally dissolving the earth and analyzing the ground structure, suddenly raised her head and said, "Actually, silver will also be divided into two weapons."
"……what?"
"Well, to put it in her own words, 'I was busy all night, and of course I learned it.'"
Apodale was speechless. He could only wave his hand and say, "Give us ten minutes. In ten minutes, this farce will be over."
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The attacking team had already rushed into the underground passage, while Emiya and his companions had already fully entered their post-battle state. Emiya was busy copying endless magic books, Yin was busy studying the basics of the common language. Sig began to play music and sing, eating and drinking lavishly, while Mars began to resume his exercise.
But even so, the battle below was obviously quite fierce.
Several battle-hardened adventurers finally decided on the following battle plan.
Gutenberg and Finwe used Earthquake to block the route of reinforcement and escape. Apodel charged forward, suppressing the enemy's immediate counterattack with Cassomir's Demon-Breaking Aura. Karkoros followed up, stripping away any remaining defenses.
And Imoen...
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
One after another, magical storms exploded beneath the earth. The entire little Kalinshan was shaking in this tsunami-like magical frenzy. Even the thick earth could not completely isolate the influence of the magic.
Although the old adventurers were very confident about this battle, they were on guard near Emia to prevent any accidents just in case.
Imoen's true form was clearly not surprised by the commotion caused by the simulacrum. She said calmly, "Although I'm training as a mage in Baldur's Gate and have been very cautious in my actions there recently... I actually prefer the Agrallon-style fighting method when I'm adventuring."
Emiya and Yin, who knew almost nothing about geography and humanities, raised their heads at the same time and asked in unison, "What is the Agrallon style of combat?"
"The founder was the Queen of Agrallond, one of the Seven Sisters of the North, Simbu, the Chosen One of Mystra." Amidst the storm of magic, Imoen spoke with a sincere and earnest expression. "From the complex arcane arts, she discovered this fighting method that directly attacks the opponent's weaknesses."
Apodel, standing by, raised his head unhappily and said, "In short, one word: explosion. The only first-level spell is Magic Missile. The only second-level spell is Sonic Shatter. The only third-level spells are Fireball, Lightning Bolt, and Skull Trap. The fifth-level spell is Cone of Frost. The sixth-level spell is Chain Lightning and Disintegrate. The seventh-level spell is Prismatic Jet and Finger of Death. The eighth-level spell is Sunburst. The ninth-level spell is Meteor Blast. If the person isn't killed by the explosion, it's because you didn't explode enough or used the wrong element. If that doesn't work, dispel the magic first and then explode. In short, one word—"
As if in response to his words, the ground seemed to collapse a little in another surge of magic power.
This time, in addition to the top-level holy warrior, there is also a master of protection who specializes in dispelling magic. I am afraid that the situation will be even more out of control.
"……fry."
As Apodel uttered the last word, the red clouds in the sky swayed incessantly amidst the waves of magical energy, becoming increasingly thinner. The mark in the sky had become so blurred that it was almost invisible.
Finally, the crimson clouds dispersed, and the dim light of the crescent moon cast a shadow over the ruins of Little Calimshan. The simulacra, having descended only minutes underground, had already returned triumphantly, carrying their captives, a bloody mess covered in charred smoke.
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In this world, stars have two meanings.
It refers to both the shining stars in the sky and the Astral Plane, the strange world between the Outer Planes and the Material Plane.
In the Astral Plane, it is said that one can see traces and echoes of the gods' activities. Another legend states that if a god dies, forgotten by all life, his remains will drift in this infinite space where time has no passage.
However, right here, two elegant yet unusually tall beings were sitting beside a large chessboard.
One was red-skinned and horned, clearly a demon. The other, a long-robed old man with long, unkempt, white hair, hadn't been trimmed. This chess duel hadn't lasted a long time. The demon, clutching his chess piece, finally gave up and conceded, sighing deeply: "I think we'll stop here."
The white-haired old man replied, "It seems that you have your own definition of giving up."
"Chess is an oversimplification of its rules. In the real world, chess has neither a beginning nor an end. It is neither fair nor does it seek fairness," the devil said calmly. "I was frustrated on this battlefield, that's all."
"Indeed, it is. Everything begins with birth, and everything ends with destruction. Temporary success, failure, honor, and disgrace will be erased by time," the white-haired old man said. "However, your views are not entirely consistent with the title 'Omniscient and One'."
"Oh, it seems that even Oghma, the God of Knowledge, doesn't know something." The devil shook his head. "How can I be the only one who knows everything?"
"Really? The expansion of that ridiculous organization, the Gods and Non-Gods of Seal City, to the material plane wasn't solely the work of you, Asmodeus?"
"I don't deny that. However, that doesn't mean I'm omniscient," the devil replied. "Otherwise, how could I have imagined that you would personally take action?"
"Actually, I didn't want to come at first. It's just that when I was assessing the situation, I stumbled upon something." Oghma, the God of Knowledge, said calmly, "Mars, the most promising Candlekeep of this generation. If it weren't for his identity as the Son of Bhaal, he would have been a strong candidate for the next Chief Reader. Apodel Adrian, Candlekeep. Imoen, Candlekeep.
"The last three sons of Bhaal were all born from my center of faith."
"I've never helped these three people in their lives. It's reasonable and logical to offer even a small helping hand at this critical moment."
"...Heh. Let's just leave it at that." Asmodeus, the Demon King, stood up. "Well then, great God of Knowledge, God of Craftsmen, God of Music, take my leave. I'm still very busy."
After a long moment, Oghma sighed deeply, "In my impression, Asmodeus shouldn't be this strong. It seems something big has happened in Hell."
Then he turned around and put on a serious expression.
"The Material Plane has only been recuperating for a few decades, and it seems Faerûn is about to be turbulent again. How much knowledge will be lost. Gond, your action this time is very risky."
The figure of a sturdy man emerged from the astral plane, his expression complex. "I admit, my actions this time were somewhat reckless. But my master craftsman has already sided with the devil. I can't wait until the entire Baldur's Gate Church is filled with devils before taking action, right?"
"So, this is a risk, not a mistake." Oghma snorted coldly. "Your real mistake is that you acted too late! You always think technology is more important than anything else, and your mind is obsessed with innovation and progress. For this reason, you always take other things too lightly. Because the new Silver Shield leader really has made great achievements as a craftsman, you let him go for another decade!"
“…Yes, Lord God.”
Gond, the god of craftsmen, is the subordinate god of Oghma, the god of knowledge.
"Also, as punishment for acting without authorization and notifying me too late." Oghma pondered for a moment. "It seems that there's a youngster in that Emiya team that Myriel really likes? Well, then, I want you to forge a copy of every musical instrument for Myriel and send it to him. You must do it yourself, not using an avatar, nor delegating it to a believer, and certainly not letting that Emiya do it."
"Huh!? What's the point of making a musical instrument... Fine, I'll make it."
Having said that, Oghma finally sighed and said, "Also, I don't recommend you get too close to that young man named Emiya. This young man... is destined to be at the center of the storm and won't have much time to spend on technology."
One Hundred and Seven Secrets
The devils attacked Baldur's Gate. Grand Duke Valakken was an accomplice of the devils, and Grand Duke Silvershield died in the turmoil. As the main battlefield, the mansion was almost united in Baldur's Gate and with the full support of the foreign enemies, all the devils were exiled back to the Nine Hells.
This was an indisputable fact—everyone saw the red cloud created by the devil that day. It was also common knowledge that the devil had publicly announced his entry into Baldur's Gate during the four-person meeting a few days prior.
——However, in retrospect, the Silver Shield Family’s approval at that time seemed like a self-defeating act.
The Silver Shield family suffered heavy losses during the turmoil, with their old mansion nearly razed to the ground by the flames and the impact. The once vast family was instantly shattered, with each member pursuing their own path. Interestingly, the Gond Church offered no assistance to the former Master Craftsman's family, merely allowing some of the Silver Shields who died in the turmoil to be buried within the church.
Only a handful of Silvershield members, such as the eldest daughter of former Grand Duke Thorin Silvershield, chose to remain in the Church of Gond. All others chose to leave Baldur's Gate. The surviving Antar II became the leader of the largest branch.
To outsiders, this decision seemed bizarre. The Silver Shield family had suffered devastating losses, their remaining wealth dwindling to a mere fraction. Abandoning all their previous wealth and fleeing far away—a practical escape. This would doom the family to eternal damnation, a legacy of the past. Yet, despite this, their stance remained remarkably firm, and they remained silent about the reasons for their actions.
As for giving Silver Shield the last bit of dignity, it was also because Silver Shield was too famous in Baldur's Gate.
They killed two Grand Dukes in one fell swoop, leaving only Grand Duke Violet alive... If this news got out, the impact would be too severe, and it would be impossible not to make assumptions. Furthermore, the Silver Shield family was relatively less involved and surrendered easily. So they simply exiled Silver Shield.
This world is very cruel.
During the Arcane Scourge, those who had traveled thousands of miles from Calimshan to Baldur's Gate were able to hire ships during the devastating catastrophe and were quite powerful in Calimshan—but no matter what, they were still wiped out in Baldur's Gate. Even now, they can only struggle in the Outer City.
The Silver Shield family is doomed to die out, perhaps in this generation.
In today's Baldur's Gate, the Silver Shield family, which always stood in a corner of the Upper City, is a thing of the past. The Outer City is even more celebrating the demise of the Varaken family - whose rise began with the exploitation of refugees.
Of course, a more crucial factor was that the chaos didn't affect the entire city. So, for many people in Baldur, it was just a sudden appearance of a large red cloud in the sky. Before they could figure out what was happening, the cloud dissipated. Their lives remained largely unaffected.
Everything was resolved so quickly that those who tried to leave Baldur's Gate in fear did not have time to find ships.
In the end, for those who were not involved, everything became a legend that only remained in taverns and on the streets.
The most important thing that the people of Baldur are paying attention to at this moment is one of the most important celebrations in Baldur's Gate.
The biggest difference between it and other celebrations is that its time is not fixed.
Specifically, it usually takes place within a few decades after the death of a Grand Duke.
—Yes. It was the ceremony to announce the election results for the new Grand Duke.
After the voting period of an indeterminate duration, the current Grand Duke will stand on the city wall at the junction of the upper and lower districts and announce the results of the Grand Duke election to everyone present, informing everyone of the identities of the newest members of the four-member council.
Unfortunately, during the Late Summer Rebellion ten days ago, the council of four, which originally had only three members left, was once again seriously short of members. Now, according to traditional rules, Baldur's Gate has essentially become a one-man show for Grand Duke Violet.
She alone is the whole Council of Four. She alone can represent the entire Council of Four.
In this situation, everyone should have tried to delay the process of the Grand Duke's election so that their family could dominate the country for a longer period of time.
But what moved the people of Bod extremely was that Grand Duke Violet had no intention of working in this direction at all.
On the contrary, she was very active in promoting the election of the Grand Duke. Regardless of who the new Grand Duke was, at least her own reputation had risen sharply in recent days - especially since she had paid a lot of money for this election, allowing the people of Baldur to eat and drink as much as they wanted during this period.
- Of course, it was Mr. Apodale who used the charm of a paladin to successfully conquer the Grand Duchess in bed within a few days, which was also a popular guess among the people.
As always, Grand Duke Violet was dressed in a luxurious purple robe and heavy makeup, and walked up to the city wall accompanied by her maid.
"Citizens of Baldur's Gate, please be quiet. Please allow me to interrupt your revelry for a moment. After a day of hard work, the High Hall has successfully counted all the votes. Now, please allow me to inform you of the election results."
"In this election, a total of 70231 valid votes were cast. The three candidates with the most votes were:
"Leader of the Gund Church, host of the Supreme Temple of Miracles and the Hall of Miracles, Master Gutenberg, 8290 votes."
There were some sighs from the audience - the chance of winning was just over 10%, and there was no possibility of winning.
"Acting Marshal of the Flaming Fist Mercenary Group, Elios de Karkoros Burning Flame, 14110 votes."
The Flaming Fist naturally oversaw security for the entire election ceremony. Consequently, every corner of the venue was filled with Flaming Fist soldiers in gleaming armor. These days, the Flaming Fist soldiers in full plate armor have been a real eye-catcher.
Patrolling a city is notoriously tough, but donning ornate full-plate armor to draw cheers is another matter entirely.
When they heard the number of votes, they couldn't help but cheer.
Having a clear advantage in votes over the Grand Master of the largest church in Baldur's Gate was a good victory in itself.
Of course, the biggest victory for the Flame Fist soldiers lies in another aspect.
Then, Grand Duke Violet opened the last note and an unconcealable smile appeared on her face.
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