Equipment Printing School Mage

At this moment, Norwich, who was still in the audience, did not stand up to promote their team and the Ritual of Truth. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the Temple of Torm on the top of the hill.

Was it a coincidence that he was looking in the direction of Emiya's team?

Mars frowned and turned his head: "Your Excellency Supreme Observer, it seems that the Candlekeep team knows about the appearance of the Blood of Lathander."

"It certainly seems so." The Supreme Observer's voice remained calm. "They are a small team after all."

"Your Excellency the Supreme Observer, it seems that the Candlekeep team knows our current location." Mars asked immediately without stopping.

"It certainly seems so." The Supreme Observer paused, "—Of course, there's a reason for this."

Aimiya turned her head silently. "...I'd like to hear more details. If Eltoril's statement of not sending anyone means that he has secretly handed over all support to the Candlekeep team in advance, we are truly disappointed."

Tavis Craig did not answer immediately, but stood there, listening quietly to the Candlekeep team's score rising.

And the treasures that the Candlekeep team can bring out are even more than just the miracle of the Blood of Lathander.

The Church of Amaunator subsequently submitted a summary of the Order of the Rising Sun's activities over the years. This important, less secret knowledge, but difficult for outsiders to obtain, was rated as level three.

Then, it was time for Candlekeep to actually hand over the treasure.

What Norwich handed over were four scrolls of arcane magic, each weighing dozens of pounds of lead and iron.

Emiya watched as an old wizard wearing the robes of an archmage and with the emblem of Eltoril on his chest walked onto the platform. The old wizard whispered a few words to the people of Candlekeep, and then released a magic scroll on the lead and iron blocks respectively.

In the storm of magic, the mountains of gray metal ingots seemed to be covered with filters, silently emitting an unusually shining luster.

Iron turned into silver.

Afterwards, the great wizard was obviously very surprised by his own results. He talked to Norwich in disbelief for a few words, then sighed deeply and tore open the second scroll on the lead ingot.

This time, the dull gray-blue lead block was unknowingly dyed with the color of sunlight.

"In alchemy, lead is often considered the most 'basic' metal, symbolizing the raw and unrefined state of matter, while gold is considered the most 'noble' metal." Mars took a deep breath. "So, turning gold into gold is also the ultimate goal of alchemy."

And just now, the great wizard used the scroll to complete the ultimate transformation of alchemy in a few seconds.

Compared to the sacredness and splendor of Lathander's blood, the Alchemy represents mystery and wealth. The atmosphere, which had been somewhat quiet, suddenly became incredibly lively. "Mr. Norwich! Is the Alchemy difficult to learn?"

"Can we learn it?"

"We can obtain the scrolls and spellbooks of this spellbook by participating in the Rite of Truth."

Turning a pile of worthless lead and iron blocks into extremely expensive gold and silver with just a touch of the hand is naturally a miracle that can drive almost everyone crazy.

At this moment, Norwich calmly and laboriously lifted up two pieces of metal that had been enlarged or shrunk due to the transformation. "Please be quiet. Let us first prove that this is not a low-level illusion or some other transformation trick!"

He held the metals high, ensuring that everyone present could see their luster. He then placed the gold and silver in front of the old wizard and Christine respectively, and the two spellcasters cast a dispel spell.

The gold and silver are as bright and clean as new, without any change.

"And then, let us declare this! It is the unwavering tenet of the Church of Oghma that wealth divided is halved, but knowledge shared is doubled. The original record of this spell, known as Glorious Transmutation, lies within Candlekeep!"

"In this Ritual of Truth, all knowledge submitted will be fully disclosed. I repeat, the knowledge you submit can be converted into points and used to exchange for the secrets of the Church of Oghma. Gather fifty points, and you can even redeem a ticket to Candlekeep! With the ticket, your team will be able to move freely within Candlekeep. Aside from a very small number of secrets of the Church of Oghma itself, all other collections are completely open to you who have obtained the ticket!"

"If you're not good at collecting knowledge, we've also offered a points reward. As long as you complete the above content, or even collaborate to complete it, you can also share the points equally!"

After speaking a long paragraph in one breath, Norwich took a deep breath and said, "...Everyone! The Ritual of Truth welcomes everyone's participation!"

This sentence almost announced the official start of the Ceremony of Truth.

The originally quiet atmosphere was completely swept away, and the place became a complete mess.

At this moment, Norwich looked at someone in the crowd.

He was elegant, but without any decorations, like an ordinary adventurer passing by, but he was sitting in the place where the Candlekeep team was.

His name is Rex, and a month ago, he was Eltoril's messenger.

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Emiya shook her head. "So, Mr. Rex just left the Church of Torm and directly joined the Candlekeep team. Is this what you want us to see?"

"...You could say, yes." Craig sighed heavily. "You're a guest, and I sincerely advise you not to invest too much energy in the Ritual of Truth. I understand the competitive spirit of young people, but the outcome of this Ritual of Truth has already been decided."

Sig blinked. "So, you're advising us outsiders to respect the Eltoril people?"

She pointed at Rex, who was sitting in the audience. "We have excommunicated a criminal. Please don't be ungrateful... even though this excommunicated individual happened to be participating in the Rite of Truth at his leisure—and then he will probably hand over his knowledge to the Church of Oghma, so that Eltoril can justifiably refuse to provide any assistance in the Rite of Truth."

"No, what I want to say is that the situation in Eltoril is more complicated than you imagine." After being rebuked by Sig, Tavis Craig's face darkened slightly. Then he took a deep breath and replied, "If you are here on a mission from Baldur's Gate and want to investigate the devil's recent movements, I'll be frank—this alone is enough to consume all your energy."

Having said this, he paused and said, "Of course, if you think the Ritual of Truth is more important than investigating the devil's affairs, then please do as you wish."

"Whether we can accomplish both is up to us." Emiya was silent for a moment, then said, "Well, assuming Eltoril is completely concerned about us, then would you like to personally present to us the results of Eltoril's recent demon cleanup? We would be honored."

Originally, it was just a polite remark, but Emiya didn't expect Tavis Craig to actually agree. He pulled out a stack of documents from his waist and said, "However, this result is actually hard to believe and accept even within our company."

Emiya took the document and after making sure that her body was not affected, she stepped back a few steps and half-crouched so that everyone could see the contents of the document clearly.

But just after reading the summary, Emiya and Mars almost jumped up.

Sig couldn't help but shout, "'During the sweep, we discovered 1020 individuals involved. 980 of them were found guilty of minor misconduct and ordered to suspend for one month for reflection. 35 were found guilty of serious misconduct and were expelled. Four individuals were found to have collaborated with the devil in non-criminal activities and have been banned from entering the country for one year. One foreign enemy, deeply colluding with the devil, has been imprisoned?!'"

Emiya's hands couldn't help but tremble, and she had to suppress the urge to throw the document in the Supreme Observer's face. "Is this a provocation?! 1020 people associated with the devil, and only one person received a truly severe punishment, and that person wasn't even from Eltoril?!"

Tavis Craig raised his hand and said solemnly, "I swear to my companion, Thom, that this report is completely true. It is the result of the concerted efforts of the Knights of Hell, the Church of Lathander, and the Three Pillars of Justice. If you require a detailed account of the investigation, you may refer to this document and investigate the files in the Supreme Hall."

"That's bizarre," Emiya said, folding the document. "In Baldur's Gate, recent raid reports show that within the Flaming Fist alone, nearly 200 soldiers have signed contracts with demons and have been permanently imprisoned for deliberate and serious dereliction of duty. There are also over twenty chambers of commerce with connections to demons, even illegal ones! If Eltoril said he was only slightly infiltrated, I might believe him!

"Now, you've admitted that over a thousand people in Eltoril have been affected, and that your official emissaries have been fooled by the devil. Yet, you're trying to claim that none of them have any deep connection with the devil, let alone been seduced or deceived?!" Emiya rarely gets so emotional, but this report is so bizarre that he can't help but seethe with rage. "I'm curious: what kind of unlucky lunatic is that one person to take the blame for over a thousand of his colleagues? Is there anyone like him among the devil's followers?"

"I have no answer to the previous question. But if you want to see the only prisoner... I've got to tell you, he confessed when he was searched. In fact, we're eager to declare him innocent as well. In fact, that little guy is the only one among these thousand or so who looks the most innocent."

Tavis Craig stepped out, but Emiya was stunned for a moment: "...little guy? Is that a dwarf or a halfling?"

"...No." The Supreme Observer hesitated and whispered, "That was a little human boy, probably under fifteen years old. Not a local."

"Very good." Mars couldn't wait to start moving. "The Church of Oghma has put the devil's recent activities on a high-ranking fourth-level bounty. If we can successfully resolve this double-point fourth-level bounty, I would be happy to publicize Eltoril's role in this long and arduous mission when I write the mission report."

On the way, Emiya specifically consulted the cleric in their group, Miss Elaster, the only one who had recently been active in Eltoril. And she said:

[…Want to hear the truth?]

[Of course I want to hear the truth.]

"Actually, I'm quite confused..." Elastrid's voice was filled with confusion. "During the few days I've been in Eltoril, I really didn't realize that this place is a place where demons are rampant. The neighbors here are unusually friendly. If it weren't for Eltoril's large-scale search a while ago, I really wouldn't have known how deeply demons have infiltrated this place."

This is too bizarre.

The devil invades the material world with the purpose of continuously expanding its power and thereby harvesting more souls.

The basic way for the devil to expand its power in the material plane is naturally to lure mortals into corruption and thereby pull them into their own camp.

As in Baldur's Gate, the devils were able to openly appear and take up residence there, and even had taken control of the orphanage for decades. This should be an example of deep infestation.

The fact that the demons of Eltoril could deceive Eltoril's messengers without leaving any trace—or perhaps Rex was actually a demon—sufficiently demonstrates that the demonic activities in Eltoril are absolutely rampant. In this case, the demonic activities should also rely on the temptation to fall into depravity.

Being seduced and fallen by the devil is more like a token of surrender to hell - how can the devil feel at ease if he doesn't leave you with no way back?

But in Eltoril, this common sense has gone seriously wrong.

Eltoril successfully identified over a thousand individuals involved, yet claimed that these individuals had minimal ties to the devil, or were simply implicated victims. Even more bizarrely, the other two churches, known for their close ties to ordinary civilians, also endorsed this conclusion. Even Elaster, who resided in the Selûne Church, stated that Eltoril showed no signs of corruption.

But the demons clearly had a deep grasp of Eltoril—they knew how to contact the messengers outside, and could even deceive Eltoril's eyes without leaving any trace, passing on false information without leaving any handle.

I don't understand and have no idea why this happened.

Emiya could only sigh continuously.

To their surprise, the prisoner was not held in some extremely dark area where rats and cockroaches were flying around.

In fact, the prison cell was on the other side of the Temple of Torm, a place that was closer to an interrogation room.

Sealed, guarded, protective magic - it really has it all.

However, according to the usual custom of the Temple of Torm, the lighting is good. Not only can you bathe in the sunshine, you may even be able to see the carefully maintained garden area.

Sig looked at the exterior wall of this room, which looked more like a luxurious private room than a prison cell, with envy on his face. "For a prison, isn't this a bit too high a standard?"

"...Once you see him, you'll understand why we're in such a dilemma." Craig sighed and spoke to the guards at the door. Then, he said, "Well, this prisoner is handed over to you as Eltoril's sincere apology. However, if you intend to use any irreversible means to deal with him, please at least inform us in advance."

Emiya shook her head: "Such a precious prisoner, there is no way we can just kill him directly."

"That's good." Craig was about to turn and leave when he suddenly remembered something and added, "Also, let me make it clear in advance—although this captive readily admitted his connection to the devil, he insisted that he only sought power to protect the innocent and had done nothing evil. Be prepared."

"..." Mars showed a sour expression, "Are there really idiots in this world who believe in such power that doesn't distinguish between good and evil? Even if such power exists, it's the magic of a wizard, not a sorcerer who has made a contract with the devil."

The guard opened the cell door and made room for Emiya and her group.

Almost at the same moment, the prisoner's voice rang out: "...someone else is coming. But I said, I've already said everything I remember and everything I know. No matter how much you ask, I can only repeat it again - I don't bother to hide anything, and I have no reason to lie to you."

The voice of the voice changer combined with such righteous words is even a little funny.

The prisoner's face came into view.

Emiya felt as if she had been punched in the face.

The prisoner was quite sturdy by the standards of a teenager, with dark and reddish skin, short, curly black hair, and black features.

His eyes were bright and he was in pretty good shape by prisoner standards.

But the worst thing is that Emiya has seen this little guy before.

His name is Will, his last name is Ravengarde, and he is the grandson of the former Flaming Fist Marshal.

——The only question is why this little brat is here!

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A place with leaks on all sides

The connection between Emiya and Will wasn't deep, not even a nodding acquaintance. It was only afterward that they realized the black child was actually the grandson of the former Flame Fist Marshal.

Even if they had realized this at the time, the meeting would not have been any different—at the time, they had only intended to stay in Baldur's Gate for a few hours.

Later, after many twists and turns, they discovered that they had a deep connection with Baldur's Gate and the Flaming Fist, which was something they could never have expected at the beginning.

Of course, the most unexpected thing was Will's appearance.

However, Will didn't seem surprised by the appearance of Emiya and her group. When he saw Emiya, he showed a look of relief on his face.

This room was more like a converted interrogation room, its main furniture consisting of a table, chairs, and a bed. Mr. Will, shackled and nonchalant, sat on the table and chair, swaying back and forth.

"You guys are here, but you're much slower than I expected."

This little brat!

There were a bit too many people in Amy's group. She simply didn't sit down in the chair opposite Will, but simply walked up to him and asked, "Do you know us?"

"of course."

Will glanced warily at the wall, then paused for a moment before saying, "These four have become quite famous in Hell in recent days. It's probably known throughout Avernus that Mr. Raphael, son of Mephistopheles, had been planning for decades with the support of Asmodeus. Even though everything was supposedly foolproof, they were completely defeated by a group of outsiders who had arrived at Baldur's Gate less than ten days earlier. The cooked duck flew away, and decades of planning went down the drain.

"Your faces are right there on that report. By now, probably all the devils know you. The good news is, you're only being targeted by the devils of Mephistopheles' lineage."

As expected, it happened.

But there is another point that is more important.

Emiya shook her head. "You look very impressive and commanding. But why are you here? I'm not asking why you were arrested. I'm asking why you're in Eltoril."

At this point, Emiya sighed: "Also, do the people of Eltoril know who you are?"

The first half of the sentence didn't elicit any reaction from Will, but the last part nearly made him jump, the shackles on his wrists clanking. However, he hesitated for a moment, finally letting out a breath and sitting back in his chair. "I'm here, representing only myself. My name and my identity are unimportant. I did sign a contract with a demon, a subordinate of Zariel, so I have some knowledge of the flow of information within the demon world. However, I act entirely for justice, righteousness, and the innocent and kind-hearted, so I'm willing to cooperate. I'll say whatever the contract allows, and that's all!"

"…………" Emilia was silent for a long time, and finally walked out the door first. "Everyone, can you help move a few chairs? It seems that this person is a little unusual, and it will take a while to get a result."

Unexpectedly, the guards not only didn't refuse, but even skillfully brought a few chairs from across the corridor. Then, with a look of sympathy, they said, "The Church of Tyr, the Church of Torm, the Church of Lathander, the High Hall... You are the fifth group to make this request."

"...Thank you." Emiya sighed heavily.

Then, the second round begins.

Off to the side, Sig had to cover her face to stifle her laughter. But her laughter was already bombarding the telepathic connection like crazy: [Haha ...