Equipment Printing School Mage

There was no one here - that wasn't a problem.

Emiya stroked the torches for a few times and then nodded.

Just as he was about to open the secret door, Luo Lian suddenly said, "...Um, there's one thing I need to confirm."

"what?"

Lorien twisted slightly, feeling a bit uneasy. "You've already promised us that we've been temporarily forgiven—I mean, if we cooperate, you'll promise not to impose temporary lynchings."

Emiya frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. Although I pride myself on keeping my word, I won't break my promise at will. You don't need to confirm it again."

"That's good. That's good..." The female shapeshifter laughed dryly and then closed her mouth tightly.

However, Emilia immediately understood why she added this sentence.

The secret door opened, revealing a long and narrow corridor, at the end of which was a not very spacious room.

The boss of Friendly Arms, Mr. Mirror Shadow, a dwarf with a white beard, was now tied tightly to the wall.

The moment the old dwarf saw Emiya's face, his beard almost jumped up immediately: "--Emiya! You damned wizard, how dare you come here! I say again, no matter what you want, you can only find out from my corpse!"

"I know for sure, there's no such thing as a hardworking, uncomplaining three-ring mage in this world!!"

"…………"

The violent roar made Emilia stunned for a moment.

Then, with an expressionless face, he tightened the rope. Ignoring Lorien's cries of pain, he said to her coldly, "How many of those kidnappings of yours did you use my face to do it?"

"...Uh." Lorien stammered, "You said there would be no lynching."

"Say it!"

"Uh... a mage who's only been here a few days. This identity is really useful. And you're unexpectedly popular in the Arms of Friendship. It's easy to deceive women, so... so..."

Lorien hesitated.

"About thirty or so."

Hearing this number, Emilia's hands trembled.

"—Aren't there only about thirty people in the Friendly Arm?!"

Twenty Harpers

Emilia considered himself a person who had not made many mistakes, so this was the first time he had such a painful experience.

In just a few dozen minutes, I was scolded more than thirty times by people I knew in various accents...it was still too shocking.

But no matter what, the long journey of being scolded is finally over.

"Ahahahaha!" I knew you were definitely not that kind of person!

Niggins Mirror Shadow smiled extremely happily, sat on a high stool, and patted Emilia's shoulder vigorously - given the height difference between the two, he would never be able to do this if it weren't for the help of the high stool.

"No matter how humiliated I was during the interrogation, I always believed in one fact! The real Emiya would never be such a despicable person who spoke wildly and wantonly humiliated others!"

"So, no matter how lifelike that shapeshifter's imitation of you was, I never doubted you!"

The old dwarf's laughter sounded incredibly sincere and cheerful: "Now it seems that I was right!"

"Really?" Emilia narrowed her eyes slightly. "It seems that the dwarf bard who cursed at me is not called Niggins Mirrorshadow."

"That's obviously not the case." The old dwarf slammed the beer glass in his hand on the table and said loudly: "I, Nijins Mirror Shadow, have always been kind to others. I am well-known in South Sword Bay! That person is definitely not me!"

"..." Emiya covered her face and sighed, "Let's just take it as it is."

Now, the crisis at Friendly Arms is over.

It took them a while to rescue all the staff, and now almost everyone was gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. Fortunately, the shapeshifters did not use too much force. Therefore, the Friendly Arm was still fully staffed.

This conservative decision actually saved the Doppelgangers themselves. Although everyone in the Arm of Friendship was furious, punching and kicking the Doppelgangers, at least they were only using their fists. The Doppelgangers, though battered and bruised, were not in immediate danger of death.

As he spoke, Niggins Mirror Shadow turned around from his high stool and shouted at the guards who were venting their anger, "Hey, stop worrying about yourselves! Which shapeshifter beat up Emia? Help Emia vent her anger first!"

The crowd, which had been clamoring, fell silent for a moment, and then a loud and boisterous response rang out: "The boss is right!"

"You hit me, so you must have touched Emiya too—who did it? Stand up!"

"That's right, stand up! If you don't admit it, we'll fight together!"

There was a moment of silence among the group of shapeshifters, and then the eyes of several shapeshifters turned in the same direction at the same time.

The deformed monster who became the center of attention suddenly turned pale, like burnt lime.

This scene naturally caught the eyes of everyone present, and shouts suddenly rose one after another: "That's him, that's him!"

"Do it, do it!"

"Don't hit me in the face! You guys have already hit all the teeth, why is Emiya hitting me?! Save the teeth for Emiya!"

At this moment, Lorian was still tied up tightly, standing alone next to a few people.

She glanced at the shapeshifter being beaten over there, swallowed her saliva, and stood closer to Emilia, saying quickly, "I've always been responsible for pretending to be Cosette... After dusk, it was always me who appeared in front of you as the waitress."

"So I didn't do much to you. Everything I said was necessary for my disguise." At this point, she swallowed and immediately sped up her speech. "I'll tell you everything I know! And I can help you read your mind!"

Hearing this, Niggins Mirror Shadow sneered and gulped down the beer in his glass. "Ha, now that everything's settled, you still want to negotiate? Whose mind can you help read?"

However, Emilia did not respond to the old dwarf's words, but stared into the eyes of the old mirror.

The young wizard lowered his voice. "Then she could indeed be of help. My work at the Arms of Amity is actually temporary accounting, security, and magical consulting. It doesn't involve large-scale battles between good and evil."

Having said that, he untied the dimensional hole from his waist and waved it in front of the old dwarf: "I found a very exquisite brooch in it. I wonder who it belongs to."

The business smile on Niggins Mirror Shadow's face froze for a moment. Then, he placed the beer glass on the table with a calm expression. Then, as if deliberately raising his voice for others to hear, he said, "...You want money?! I didn't expect a fellow like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes to actually...! Fine, fine, I'll slowly pay you. Damn, this is going to cost a fortune—"

Then he jumped off the stool, put his hands behind his back, and waved secretly, signaling Emilia to follow.

Emilia shook her head and looked at Lorian.

She was right - facing a group that was actually doing underground intelligence missions, he really needed someone to help read their minds.

Amid the laughter of the Friendly Arms, their figures were once again submerged in darkness.

Naturally, there is only one place in this friendly arm that is best suited for confidential conversation.

"boom!"

The door of Niggins Mirror Shadow's bedroom was closed, and the noise outside was immediately isolated.

In this space, there are still several corpses and seriously injured people who are still struggling to survive.

And their healer, the paladin Mars, and the cleric of the Friendly Arm, Niggins' wife, a similarly elderly female dwarf.

The pastor's face was filled with unconcealable fatigue, but when she saw them enter, she forced herself to cheer up. "...Emiya. From the first time I met you, I knew you were destined for a life of adventure—but I never expected adventure to find us right here."

"I apologize for any offense I caused earlier. Lord Shimmergold will surely condemn my recklessness and shortsightedness."

Naturally, this female pastor was also one of the people who had cursed before.

Emiya covered her face and sighed. "Forget it... I was a little unwilling when I was scolded the first time. But after being scolded over thirty times, it doesn't matter anymore... How is this druid doing?"

The female priest took a look and shook her head. "He's saved. If everything goes well, he'll definitely wake up tomorrow... Shadow Druids are tougher than each other."

At this point, she glanced at the other two pieces of charcoal that still emitted a burnt aroma with lingering fear: "...As long as they are not hit directly by the fireball and then smashed heavily to the ground."

"Of course, if you want to wake him now, that's fine too." She shrugged. "I can use a little... stimulation, after all. My mace is a little itchy right now."

At this point, she suddenly snorted coldly and glared at her husband. "...But to be honest, there are quite a few well-informed people here. Some of them may seem like allies, but they know just as much as the unconscious druid."

"Some things can be asked to sober people."

"Ahem!" Niggins Mirror Shadow coughed awkwardly, "I came here for this very reason."

"That's good." The female dwarf said unhappily, "Although I've been married to him for many years, I don't want to get involved in...the affairs of that group."

With the sound of the door opening and closing, only the Shapeshifter, Emiya, Mars and Niggins Mirrorshadow were left in the room - the eye of the vortex was already here.

Niggins Mirror Shadow turned around, the smile on his face not fading, but the subject had completely changed: "Emmya, Mars, the two informants of the dead - welcome to the secret room of an ordinary harpist."

"Unfortunately, in my plan, this meeting wasn't supposed to be so thrilling."

Twenty-one accuse the deceased

First of all, the meeting naturally begins with the confession of the person who started it all.

"The Realm of Honesty."

Before the shapeshifter could speak, the paladin had already cast his spell to ensure that no one present could lie.

Lorian's eyes quickly scanned the group.

The paladin's hostility and vigilance did not dissipate, and he planned to behead her on the spot if she made any unusual movements.

Although the old dwarf pretended to be calm at this moment, he was still frightened.

And Emiya beside her just looked into her eyes intently.

There is no emotion in my heart - like the quiet surface of a windless lake.

And this kind of people are exactly what shapeshifters cannot understand and fear the most.

Lorian took a deep breath and said, "We are a tribe that originally lived in seclusion in the wilderness. But this kind of seclusion is a joke to Shadow Druids, so the priests of the Gods of Non-Gods learned of our tribe's seclusion."

"The shapeshifters are very weak in direct combat, so we were easily subdued and forced, half-coerced, half-bribed, into joining the Gods and Non-Gods."

"This organization's creed is simple: God is not a supreme being who bestows power, but a despicable being who steals it. Only the Omniscient One is the merciful One who stands above all."

"Their basis for this claim is that almost all priests of the Gods Not Gods Society are apostates from other churches, but even after leaving their churches, they still possess divine arts. We were promised that if we joined the Gods Not Gods Society and completed the organization's tests, we, too, could obtain divine arts and become priests of the Gods Not Gods Society."

"Occupying the Friendly Arm is the first test. It shouldn't be difficult for a shapeshifter. We've actually come here to scout several times before, the last time being ten days ago."

"...Of course, as you can see, we failed the first test." Lorian's face flushed slightly - no matter what, just after a few days of reconnaissance, a powerful wizard suddenly appeared in the target stronghold, and even on the day of the operation, another paladin showed up.

By any standard, they were incredibly unlucky.

"We had three days to act, but we got lost in the wilderness for a day and only arrived this morning. As agreed, the shadow druids will help us create some dangerous situations and help us seize control in the chaos. Finally, the priests of the Gods and Non-Gods will come the day after tomorrow to inspect our achievements."

"...Of course, if we fail, those priests will definitely not reveal their identities. We won't be able to contact them."

"So there's no reason for us to continue working for the Gods and Non-Gods Society," Lorian muttered softly. "We understand that when it comes to taking risks, life and death are determined by fate. So we won't do stupid things like revenge, but we're really not hardcore cultists. We just know some basic tenets and incisions."

"We just want to survive."

"So what about the Shadow Druid's whereabouts?" Emilia asked. "You have no idea? He took my sword."

As soon as Lorian's eyes met Emiya's, she spoke at lightning speed, "That sword... I've read your mind! That archdruid is planning to go to the Sharptooth Forest to the east! It seems there's someone in that forest who can answer my questions!"

Okay, Sharptooth Forest.

Emiya recalled the size of the forest and felt a pang of pain between her brows: "...It's a huge area."

The area of ​​the Sharptooth Forest... is tens of thousands of square kilometers.

However, no matter how hard it is to find, you have to find it.

Emiya covered her face and sighed deeply, "Okay, one more thing... What is a deceased informant?"

Sue the deceased.

The shadow druid who took his greatsword once called him that.

Although Emiya, like countless other wizard apprentices, had been bombarded with massive amounts of knowledge by her mentor, she had never heard of this term.

This word is very subtle.

Death is obviously something all mortals avoid. But a teller of the dead? Bringing death can inspire fear, foreshadowing death can inspire awe—what is a teller of the dead?

But obviously - this name does not carry any positive connotations.

And the most important problem is that no one wants to take the blame for this inexplicable thing.

"Ah, it's normal that you don't know." The old dwarf found his collection and a few wine glasses from the wine cabinet in his room and took over the conversation.

"Mage...Paladin. The title of informant of the dead is hard to hear for these two professions."

"You two have learned from books, scriptures, and the guidance of your mentors... but the legends of the dead circulate in the dark corners of the world."

"Thieves' Guilds, Taverns... In places like these, where darkness thrives, legends are most easily spread. The knowledge on parchment may be accurate, but it's bound to lag behind."

"And, of course, the most important reason: this legend of the dead hasn't been around for long on the Sword Coast... maybe a few months? Or even just a few weeks?"

"But, although the name of suing the deceased is a bit scary, the meaning is actually not complicated.