Equipment Printing School Mage

One of them was to inform the messengers outside that Mars of Candlekeep, the holy knight who had risen to fame in Eltoril some time ago, had fallen and gone to Baldur's Gate.

Scott was only responsible for editing the content. It wasn't his job to verify the reliability of the letters. So he just sighed.

On that day, he simply delivered the compiled information to the spellcaster. A dozen days later, the Hell Knights suddenly stormed into the work department, took him away, and interrogated him rigorously.

A few days ago, Eltoril finally admitted that he had done nothing wrong in this job - but Eltoril had already caused panic among the people because of this large-scale event, so he was temporarily suspended.

But the problem was that Scott found that his job had been taken over by someone else during this period - so what would he do when the suspension period was over?

Unable to find the future, he wandered aimlessly through the city. When he came to his senses, he had already reached the Garden District.

This area has always been very popular among citizens, and with the recent Ceremony of Truth, it has become even more crowded - he probably followed the crowd here unconsciously.

In the past, he would have sought Thom's guidance because of his confusion - but now, the priest who came to give him guidance might just be the one who arrested him.

Even if it was just a possibility, it was enough to put an end to his idea of ​​going to the Temple of Torm.

The Garden District is not a temple settlement area, and the Oghma Church is an outsider, so it should be a good place to go. Unfortunately, there are so many people in front of the gate that there is no way to enter.

Coincidentally, near the Oghma Parish, there are several roads that seem to have just been repaired.

They are paved with a series of regular stone bricks.

Scott worked in the administrative district at the top of El Toril and had passed the garden area more than once. He never knew when so many roads leading to the administrative district appeared here.

These roads even had different styles—some had signposts next to them: Candlekeep Truth Ritual Consultation Office, with slogans like: [Not sure if your knowledge can be submitted to the Truth Ritual? Have a question that needs an answer but can't muster the points? Please go here!]

The roadside was filled with all kinds of strange signs, filled with all kinds of messy knowledge:

A troll's head can be grown back into a full troll.

The trolls' regenerative abilities often cause them to become deformed.

There really are mini giant space hamsters in the world.

Priests will also lose power by leaving the Church of God.

It's too messy and too gaudy. Scott sighed.

For someone of his age, he was quite interested in another path—a long path with flowers of various colors growing on both sides, and the stone steps were decorated with dense and gorgeous runes made of some special material. Even though Scott didn't recognize these runes, he could still appreciate some indescribable beauty from them.

The road sign remains the same --> Administrative District/Church of Selune.

It was unbelievable that such a road should take a long time to complete. However, he had been wandering aimlessly in Eltoril these past few days and had not heard any news about the renovation of the Church of Selune.

——Of course, the important reason why he chose the Moon Goddess Road was because there was a constant stream of people on the Road of Knowledge. He was in a bad mood now and really didn't want to go to places with a lot of people.

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Just as Scott was climbing the stairs, Miss Sig, the scout on the top of the Moonfire Bell Tower, noticed his presence in time, and then she immediately called out in her heart.

[Emiya, Emiya! Come up quickly! Someone's coming! Someone's finally coming to Luna Path!]

Shortly after she called out, Mr. Emia of Lunya also rushed up to the bell tower. He filtered Scott's face through his mind and immediately came to the conclusion: "...He is Scott from Berdusk, formerly working in the communications office of the Supreme Hall. He was suspended. The big fish has finally taken the bait."

"--Scott?! The report said he weighed nearly 150 kilograms?! It's only been a few days, and he's become this skinny?"

Sig's jargon was always the most difficult to understand within the team, and the others could only guess her meaning based on the context. Elastrei replied softly over the telepathic link: "I think Mr. Scott might be losing weight quickly due to nervousness and lack of appetite. My divination indicates a lucky day. I suspect we'll make some progress."

【I hope so. 】

And Emilia just felt terrified.

It was already frustrating to have a fortune teller like Yin, who was precise enough but completely incomprehensible, completely incomprehensible to others. Now along came a lucky priest whose predictions were simple enough, in a sense requiring no interpretation at all: good, bad, good and bad.

However, there was absolutely no room for further interpretation, and the divination results were extremely vague.

Emilia didn't bother to chat anymore and jumped down from the bell tower. After using the Feather Fall technique to cushion her fall, she returned to the Selune Church.

During these few days, they completed the renovation of the Selune Church overnight... or to be more precise, at dusk when there were fewer people around.

Scott saw two very different roads and probably thought they led to different places. Unfortunately, these two roads, as well as other roads, were actually built by his team. The only difference was that the newly opened Road of Knowledge ended in Mars, while the Road of the Moon Goddess ended in Elaster. The two roads connected to two buildings in the Moonfire Clock Tower area that were actually not far apart.

Of course, such a large church could not be run by just their small team - in fact, this area was closer to the Twin Hymns area of ​​Baldur's Gate, where there were a large number of house churches and scattered priests, which actually made up a considerable number.

It is certainly not easy to get these priests to come to other churches to help - but they are not well off to begin with, so with a small donation, coupled with the original friendship between them and the Church of Selune, it is still possible to get them to help take over.

Their temporary plan is this: focus on collecting information in the early stages, and then Emilia will lead the team out to verify.

——Unfortunately, the early stages were not going well, and Elaster's so-called good luck today was just a joke.

Mars once complained, "Ten people have come asking about the Digger Worms today alone. This is outrageous! It's not Digger Worm season right now! Emiya, if twenty people ask this question today, I'll demand we investigate the Digger Worms! This is seriously impacting our intelligence gathering efficiency!"

However, after the consultation office officially opened, Emiya finally realized a fatal problem - their consultation office was using the name of Candlekeep's Ritual of Truth to try to inform visitors whether the knowledge they needed was already known in Candlekeep. In other words, it was a diversion platform - if Mars knew the answer to a question, then the information exchange process would be intercepted by them.

In other words, it's about gathering strength, almost like buying knowledge. In a sense, it's not so glorious.

The effect was very good at the beginning - most of the answers that the people of Eltoril wanted to know did not actually need to be taken to the Instrument of Truth to ask, Mars could figure it out on his own.

But the problem is, it works a little too well—

Mars' knowledge quickly became famous, and the number of visitors increased day by day. Now Mars can hardly leave the consulting office at dawn or noon.

At this moment, Elastri's voice rang out in Emilia's mind, full of surprise: [Wait, this Scott seems to have been involved in the false accusation against Rex!]

Amyah paused and suddenly quickened his pace.

The incident of Rex's false accusation was precisely the only time that the demons of Eltoril revealed a flaw.

The ecology of the demons of Eltoril is very strange - they have infiltrated Eltoril with great force, but have never carried out the usual activities of seducing and corrupting. They have quietly stationed themselves in the city, but that is all.

Generally speaking, this means the demons are in the early stages of infiltration, prioritizing their own safety. Therefore, they have to control the intensity of their activities. However, they clearly move freely in Eltoril, somehow possessing a deep understanding of the area. Their infiltration is solely to conceal their whereabouts.

So, in recent days, all the people who visited Eltoril said the same thing: they didn't know how the devil infiltrated, because they really didn't feel anything unusual.

It's not that uncomfortable neighbors moved in, but that the food demons you eat were sown.

The devil couldn't have really changed his ways and simply moved to Eltoril.

They only engaged in two strenuous activities.

The first time, Michael Craig, the adopted son of Tavis Craig, disappeared. He reappeared in Baldur's Gate, having died under mysterious circumstances in the Hall of Wonders.

The second time, they sent a false message to Baldur's Gate, falsely implicating a paladin.

Neither of these two activities seemed to bring any benefit to the Eltoril side. Instead, they ultimately directly exposed the existence of the Eltoril demons and forced them to retreat.

...Could it be the result of factional struggle or exchange of interests?

According to subsequent investigations at Baldur's Gate, they eventually discovered that Raphael was the offspring of the devil Archduke Mephistopheles. This is one of the main reasons why Raphael, despite being a devil of a relatively low rank, was able to command such a major operation.

Is the reason why the demons of Eltoril want to support Baldur's Gate also related to this incident?

21 So-called Luck

Those who are willing to come to church naturally have a desire to talk, but this desire to talk can also conflict with other mentalities.

This is especially true for those who have suffered injustice and have no one to complain to.

At the beginning, everything was still running according to the normal process: Scott was obviously unwilling to show up in public, not to mention that although Selune was not overcrowded, it was still crowded.

People inevitably make eye contact when they come and go, but the more negative a person's attitude is, the more likely they are to think others are observing them.

So although Scott found a seat on the bench in the church and sat down, he kept looking around nervously.

Obviously, if he couldn't be entertained in a short time, this guest who was attracted by chance would turn around and leave.

[…Miss Elaster, Scott is at the end of the team now.] Emilia glanced at the temple hall through the hidden observation window and couldn't help but sigh.

With the Selune Church as their support, they no longer had to slowly gain the trust of the Eltoril people. This saved them a considerable amount of time. However, the price they paid was that since they were now relying on the reputation of the Selune Church to start their journey, they had to be more cautious in their actions. During this period, they could not only not let the Selune Church prosper, but at least they could not let its reputation be ruined.

Everyone in the church was eagerly waiting, but at this moment, the pastor ignored everyone else and directly pulled the person who had just arrived into the church into a secret room to talk.

Not to mention that those who have been waiting for a while will inevitably be disappointed and then furious, even Scott might become alert out of doubt.

"I can't let him cut in line." Elaster replied in the negative. "Treat those seeking the same advice with obvious injustice is the greatest taboo of all for a priest."

"...Then do you have any way to reasonably keep him here?" Emiya asked. "Honestly, he's very important. If we could relax and talk to him, it would be extremely helpful."

"Mr. Emiya... the solution is actually very simple. Have you not noticed the situation here? There are many people who want to receive guidance, but there must be a priority. However, in situations like this, our Tymora Church doesn't follow a first-come, first-served principle."

During this time, Emiya had indeed not paid attention to the details of the church's operations—reviewing the intelligence she had obtained, designing the church, breaking ground, observing everyone who came to the church, trying to find clues from their speeches, confirming that there were no changes in Eltoril, and preparing for the next field mission—

While doing so many things, he really didn't spend any more time on the details of running the church.

[…Isn’t it first come, first served?] Emiya was stunned.

With a model that only allows one guest at a time, the most common approach is a combination of on-site queuing and reservations, right? Regardless of how you look at it, Scott is definitely last in line.

Perhaps it was because he realized this that Scott backed out the moment he entered the church.

"I asked you to make six benches that can seat six people." Alestria replied, "I am the pastor of the Smiling Lady."

As if by coincidence, almost at the same moment Scott sat down, Elastrid's current guidance was also completed. The client before her almost had tears of gratitude in her eyes. After wiping her eyes, the client left the room with many thanks.

Elastrei pushed open the door and saw Scott had just sat down in the hall. He was even looking around and adjusting his clothes.

Mr. Scott chose a seat in the far corner of the last row.

She walked to the pulpit and said, "A new friend has arrived. Please allow me to emphasize the rules again: I am the pastor of the Smiling Lady Tymora. Our church's inductions are not in chronological order."

On her pulpit was a silver-plated bowl containing two six-sided silver dice.

"We completely believe in the goddess' luck."

Elastrid smiled gently. "Please don't be discouraged if you don't get the opportunity right away. No one can be lucky all the time, but luck will eventually turn for the better."

Her fingers gently picked up the two dice. The pair of small silver cubes looked particularly shiny in the moon elf's silver-white palm, as if they were about to melt into her skin.

The dice fell into the bowl and slowly stopped with a sound like wind chimes.

The priest took a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and the dice, to show that he was not interfering with the outcome of each roll.

She lowered her head, then raised her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"So, the result is the sixth pew, sixth seat. Congratulations to the gentleman who just arrived at the church. You are the lucky winner this time. Please follow me."

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Elastrella was a very qualified, even excellent, priest.

The priests of this world are more than just trained and armed personnel who know divine arts. They also shoulder the same responsibilities as their counterparts on Earth.

Therefore, it is a basic job to get someone who is already full of grievances to open up.

“——They need to be reasonable!!! They need to be reasonable!!!!!!”

In the silent chamber, the swirling smoke of incense was shaken by Scott's roar: "It's been almost a month and a half! Suddenly telling me that a certain message on such and such a day was false, let me recall it carefully!"

"That day was just an ordinary day. I confirmed that the seal was fine and released it. How could I possibly remember a day that happened a month ago?"

In the center of the chamber sat a long table with a partition in the middle. The partition completely obscured the faces of both parties, leaving only a single sound hole in the center. From this hole, the elven priest's sympathetic sigh echoed: "...This is truly unfair. Humans can't remember every detail of what they see."

"That's right!" Scott, who had been holding it in for who knows how long, banged the table loudly. "The most infuriating thing is that even the people interrogating me don't know who the problem is! If they don't know who it is, how can I know?! This makes me recall, but how can I remember? In one month, so many people delivered letters that the line stretched from the Supreme Hall to the downtown area! Sometimes I didn't even have to look up when receiving the letters!"

At this point, the pastor opposite asked curiously, "I've also heard about the fake letter. Under normal circumstances, how do you verify the authenticity of a letter?"

Scott snorted. "I'm just a desk scribe. Naturally, I can't verify the letter itself. Civilian communications are just passed on with whatever's signed. The only thing I need to check is the official seal. As long as the seal is correct, I pass the letter on, and the wizard or priest who sent it will pass on the message as official."

"The most troublesome situation this time is that the letter seemed to be official. As a result, because I couldn't really remember the seal of the letter, I was accused of a crime and suspended! Isn't this the fault of the person who kept the files?"

After a pause, the pastor was silent for a moment before asking, "From what you said, you must have completed the review carefully. What you experienced was indeed very unfair."

"...Uh." After losing his temper, Scott took a long breath and hit his forehead with the back of his hand. "...It's not completely impossible. After all, the number of official documents is not large. If someone really succeeded in forging a high-quality fake seal, and I didn't pay full attention to check it, it's not impossible that I would be deceived..."

"Of course." He rubbed the table nervously. "Whether this is the case or not, there's no way to verify it now—the letter is lost, and I don't remember the condition of the seal when I first checked it. The true beginning and end of that incident may remain a secret forever."

This time, the pastor lady was silent for a while and did not answer immediately.

"Mr. Scott, how deeply are you obsessed with this matter?" The pastor, who had only listened and agreed, offered a suggestion for the first time. "The Church of Fortune cannot reverse time, but there are divine spells that can help you recall. Would you like to try?"

"...divine magic?" Scott was visibly stunned, his eyes dodging. "I've lost my job now, so I'm afraid I can't donate to the church anymore..."

"This is a proposal that benefits both parties, so I can cast this spell for you free of charge," the priestess said calmly. "This matter is causing unhappiness for everyone—the investigators, the interrogated, and all of Eltoril. If we can solve even one link in this puzzle under Tymora's watchful eye, we will surely become famous in Eltoril. In comparison, a single spell is no problem."

"Of course, we have no intention of forcing you. It's entirely up to you."

"Why not do it for free?" Scott hesitated for a moment. "It's not dangerous, right?"

"Please rest assured. The principle of this divine art is not to stimulate your brain, but is simply luck. Perhaps you have pondered for a hundred days before recalling a tiny detail, but relying on this divine art, you can make the final chance happen today, at this moment."

"Then I accept!" Scott practically jumped up. "For the past month, I've been dreaming of countless letters circling in front of me! What's even more infuriating is that I can't read any of them clearly, and I end up waking up from my bed in fear of punishment! This has been going on every day for thirty days! If I get the chance to recall it, then of course I'm going to try!"

"Okay. Please wait a moment."

Following the sound of footsteps and a door opening and closing, Alestria walked around to Scott. "Please relax. When I say 'Please begin,' please begin recalling immediately. This spell only works once, so please don't let your mind wander."