Equipment Printing School Mage

Asul shook his head. "Funds are limited. If you don't have time, please focus on the map."

"..." Faced with such a reasonable client, Norwich should have happily agreed. But at this moment, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Emilia.

To be honest, Asul's advice was rather vague, and he only gave a rough idea of ​​what to expect. This task is actually quite tricky.

Furthermore, the Tyr Church didn't have a strong need for material goods. Even if one completed the mission perfectly, they probably wouldn't receive much recognition.

Team Emia should be at an even greater disadvantage in this regard—Mars, who is most familiar with the situation, hasn't even come here.

...If we consider it purely from the perspective of winning the competition, the cost-effectiveness of helping the Church of Tyr is probably not high. The Church of Ilmater, who are living in even greater poverty, is a better target for wooing. If Team Emya is willing to take this risk, it will be a major benefit to him.

Although I don't know why the Tyr Church would take the initiative to put such a big blame on the Emya team, it is at least good news for them.

Thinking of this, Norwich breathed a sigh of relief and nodded heavily: "Then, let's set off."

Asul said seriously, "Then I'll leave everything to you."

Emilia watched coldly and did not answer immediately.

Catching a devil wasn't a problem, but even if he did, he couldn't guarantee victory on his own.

Teacher, where are you now?

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[Along with the high priest of the Church of Tyr, we're guarding the lich in the catacombs.] The Forsaken sighed, raised his hand, and blasted out a dark green ray. Large swathes of the rock face instantly turned to dust. [Trouble. If we don't find him immediately, he'll cause heavy casualties to the Hell Knights. As a result, neither of us dares to leave.]

Each lich is a nine-ringed mage, and their seemingly withered bodies are actually far more resilient than their former mortal flesh. Even after their bodies are destroyed, they can be resurrected from their own life boxes.

Such an enemy might not be invincible, but it's certainly not to be underestimated. Finding a lich's phylactery has always been an incredibly difficult task. It's just that finding a lich is much simpler than finding its phylactery. The philosophy held by the High Priests of the Church of Tyr and the Forsaken is also simple: if you can wait until your resurrection, then the location of the phylactery will naturally follow.

Tomorrow will be the tenth day. The Forsaken One was distressed. If nothing is found by the day after tomorrow, then the lich's phylactery will not be here.

Emilia, who was far away on the banks of the Chongsa River, looked up at the sky.

It was already dusk, and the companion light had taken over the role of the sun, firmly pinned to the west.

Soon, Teacher Emiya's reply arrived immediately: [Are you currently at the temporary base in Tyre?]

【Yes. 】

"It's too late to use text messaging if you're attacked. If you're in danger, you can just call my name. I can hear the next nine words you say immediately."

[…? Is this some kind of mysterious spell?]

【This is the power of Silver Fire.】

Silver Fire is so powerful... He became more and more curious about Silver's state at its peak.

[But I don't know your name. When I called your name before, could you hear it?]

Then, there was a long silence.

And a sigh.

"This day has come too soon. If you are in danger, call out this name: Metatron."

Obviously, this is his teacher's real name.

Metatron.

[It's been five years, and you're finally willing to tell me your real name.] Emiya said.

[There's probably no one alive in this world who recognizes this name anymore, but I'll keep it a secret.]

She had really planned to give up this name completely.

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The Norwich team rushed south without stopping.

Verdusk was just a few dozen kilometers away. Currently, only half of the team belonged to the Church of Oghma. Naturally, this half would be responsible for mapping and estimating resources, while the rest would just help out.

Before they had gone very far, Norwich couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Rex, have you ever met Team Emia?"

"I've met them several times, but they've hardly ever fought in front of me, and they've barely even revealed their true faces." Rex said calmly, "The one I'm most familiar with is called Mars."

"He needs no introduction," Norwich replied. "He and I grew up together, and I don't think I've spent as much time with him as his friends outside of Candlekeep combined."

At this point, Norwich couldn't help but say angrily, "That young master O'Ndell...! This is simply outrageous. He actually does what he wants!"

Rex replied, "The Church of Lathander is known for its zeal and indifference to interpersonal details. The Cult of the Rising Sun adds to this a certain arrogance, a self-proclaimed pride in the sun—their reputation has long been known throughout Eltoril. In his view, his mission has already been completed, and accompanying us is merely a temporary gesture of companionship."

"...I was too anxious." After a moment's silence, Norwich sighed deeply, "We already had victory in our grasp. This was just a test... My self-confidence was still lacking. This was my fault..."

They had not yet strayed far from the camp.

At that moment, a dark shadow appeared to their west, flapping its wings in the wilderness like a giant black dragon. Almost in an instant, it flew behind their team.

The huge shadow instantly swallowed them completely like a dragon's mouth.

The Norwich team turned around in amazement.

At some point, a giant tower several dozen meters high had silently risen from the ground in the Tyr camp, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the light of the two suns, completely enveloping them.

This incredibly bizarre scene left Norwich's mouth hanging open. "...What's that tall tower? Is it that magical item called Dean's Folding Fortress?! No, no, the Folding Fortress should only be ten meters high...! Is it an illusion? But we should be almost a kilometer away from the camp!"

Rex stared blankly at the tower, muttering to himself, "The power of creation... so that's what it is. He was the one who caused the Valakan family to suffer such an utter disgrace and defeat in public..."

"Emia of Lunya... in this situation... he really dares!"

"Doesn't he know the devil might be watching him?"

Twenty-nine Reasons to Leave Eltoril

"...?!"

Asul raised his head higher and higher in astonishment.

Just seconds ago, Emiya chanted a spell, leaned down, and pressed her palms to the ground. In just a moment, the soft soil beneath their feet began to shake slightly like quicksand.

At the same time, large chunks of soil rose into the air. They pressed against each other in mid-air to make themselves denser, while extending continuously into the sky without stopping.

In just a few minutes, a towering earthen tower had been completed. Even the gate and spiral staircase were finished. The removed earth became a natural moat.

The other Hell Knights present had even forgotten to breathe.

"……what?"

Asur's jaw was almost parallel to his body, but the paladin kept tilting his head back, almost losing his balance and stumbling back a step.

Only in this way could he see the top of the tower.

"what?"

He blinked hard, and even subconsciously released a magic removal spell with his right hand in front of him.

A miracle like this, no matter how you look at it, should be a lasting spell, right? Perhaps it would wear off in a few minutes, crumbling before his eyes.

And Emilia didn't even have any intention of stopping him. She just shrugged and stepped aside to avoid falling into the range of the magic dispelling spell.

The magic storm dissipated, and a third-level spell bombarded the earth tower, causing less damage to it than an ordinary breeze.

Asur's strength was not as great as Apodel Adrian's, but he was also a paladin far more powerful than Emia's. His dispel magic was powerful enough to shatter Emia's spells—as long as the effect was maintained by Emia's magic power.

This result shows that the effect of Emiya's spell is only to make it take this form. Now that it is completed, the tower will no longer be affected by dispel magic, anti-magic fields, or similar effects.

Asul took a few steps back and returned to Leon's side: "...You just said that he should be very good at creation and can be of great help in building the camp...

"You call that a big favor?! He could have built the entire fortress by himself, maybe in less than a day?! If you want to keep costs down for a castle like this, it should have taken years to build!"

Leon had already witnessed Emiya's strength, but he couldn't help rubbing his eyes. "When he was in the Arm of Friendship, I remember his skills weren't this strong... now it's a bit too exaggerated!"

Emilia's progress was, of course, extremely rapid.

The most crucial technological advancement, of course, was the unexpected confrontation at the Gear Workshop.

It is a competition of self-examination, self-adjustment, self-challenge, learning, imitation and doing one's best.

His spirit was squeezed to the extreme, but the harvest was also unprecedented.

His mastery of the divine arts is now completely different from when he was still in Friendly Arms.

Even the Supreme Observer gasped. "...Mr. Emya, I know you have great creative abilities. But I still thought you spent a whole day and night renovating the Moonfire Clock Tower in Eltoril. But now it seems... did you spend more than an hour that day?"

"..." Emiya pondered for a moment, then turned to Craig and told him the truth. "Preparation took a lot of time. The actual execution took much less time."

"...Very good." Craig's eyes flickered, he clenched his fists, and then smiled. "I guess at this point, all I need to do is hand over the aid funds to Mr. Emya and wait for the completion of the new Temple of Tyr?"

Amyia withdrew her gaze from Craig: "This depends on your trust in me."

"Both Grand Dukes of Baldur's Gate trust you, the Church of Selune trusts you, and my eyes trust you, too." Craig patted Emya's shoulder with emotion, pulled nearly ten gleaming gems from his dimensional bag, and stuffed them into his hand without hesitation. "Well, here's the deposit: these gems are estimated to be worth around 10,000 gold coins. After the Church of Tyr confirms the completion, please come to the Supreme Hall. Aside from the 2,000 gold coins reserved for the Church of Oghma, the remaining deposit will be yours."

"It seems like things are going much smoother here than I expected." Craig turned and mounted his mount, preparing to head towards the southern city. "I'm heading to the Ilmat Church in Berdusk now. Everyone, see you in a few days."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to leave the camp.

"..." Emiya didn't thank him immediately. Instead, she silently looked at the Supreme Observer's back and then asked Asur, "Sir Upholder of Justice, would you mind discussing camp construction? Just piling up dirt doesn't make it a camp."

Asul nodded thoughtfully, "...if you don't mind listening to the paladin's chatter."

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Even though Emilia has successfully obtained the order, the intermediate process cannot be omitted.

As he once said - at his level of efficiency, the initial design is the biggest waste of time.

Of course, there is a more important purpose.

A proper place to talk with Asur.

A place completely under the watchful eye of the God of Justice.

“…Exquisitely lifelike.”

Asul could only sigh like this after witnessing several small trees transformed into a two-person-high wooden sculpture with dizzying efficiency.

It was an exact replica of the statue of Tyr the paladin always carried—a blind, one-armed warrior casually draping a greatsword over his shoulder, muscles bulging beneath battle-scarred armor. The entire statue held a breathtaking vitality.

Alongside this god of justice stood the other two knights of the Three Pillars of Justice: Torm, the god of loyalty, and Ilmater, the god of suffering. Their attire matched Tyr perfectly – Torm’s armor was pristine and new, while Ilmater’s clothes were extremely worn.

The Knights of Hell are not the only ones from the Church of Tyr.

Then, Asul sighed, turned around, and shouted to the eagerly awaited Hell Knights behind him, "Stop watching! Get moving! You all heard me, the final form of the new camp will be modified based on your specific opinions. From now on, go check out the surrounding terrain and write down any ideas immediately. I want to see a summary by tomorrow at noon! Also, contact the other branches, quickly!"

The other Hell Knights looked back at the three statues every few steps, and after being urged for the third time, they finally dispersed reluctantly.

At this moment, Emiya also spoke silently: "Actually, there is one thing I don't quite understand - it seems that the Hell Knights have made very inadequate preparations for this relocation. Can you explain why?"

"...Sure enough, there's no such thing as a free lunch." This made Asur stiffen. "A castle built in three years cost thirty thousand gold coins, and one completed in one night would be lucky if it didn't cost three million. How could it still only cost thirty thousand gold coins?"

Emilia raised her eyebrows. "The deal is done. Whether you say so or not, I won't cut corners on the castle. The walls of this fortress will be, at worst, solid wood with rammed earth in between. I won't use this to hold you hostage. I just want to know what I can tell you."

"It makes no difference." Asul sighed slightly irritably. "You may have some guesses. But unfortunately, we only have guesses. If we had solid evidence, we wouldn't just move. In fact, there's no conspiracy behind our relocation of headquarters... We wouldn't do such a thing."

He sighed and knelt before the statue of Tyr, and Emilia quickly stepped aside.

Asur whispered, "During our purge of the demons, we were horrified by our discoveries: we discovered that the demons' influence on Eltoril was deep within its very bones, while few Eltorilites were affected."

"But Michelle Craig is dead."

"He's the only known exception," Asur said. "We suspect the demons succeeded, even easily accessing Eltoril's household registration data. Ultimately, they confirmed from the vast archives of Elturgard that Michel is the son of Bhaal... Hell, even we only know that Michel is the adopted son of the Supreme Observer, and we know nothing of his true origins!"

"What about the others? Do they have no connection with the devil?"

"There's no connection," Asur said. "We're like blind men. Slippery thieves have been scurrying in and out of our gatehouse, reading our Braille notes, listening to our complaints, even sleeping with us—and we've been completely clueless! The only thing they've revealed is that they're collaborating with the devils of Baldur's Gate! It's outrageous!"

Tyr's paladin's voice grew thick with rage. "What's even more ridiculous is that after the demons left, Eltoril was practically paralyzed! The Hell Knights were already stretched thin, and now their efficiency has plummeted to a fraction of their original strength. Our plan? Our plan is to salvage the reputation of the Hell Knights at all costs, to prevent Eltoril's so-called defense of other territories from collapsing!"

"When east wall falls, support east wall; when west wall falls, support west wall. We must hold out for one more day. We have no time to consider other impacts. Coordinate with the High Hall? The Church of Torm can't even take care of the operation of Eltoril right now. By the time they have time, it will be too late! Justice cannot be delayed! The reputation that Eltoril has painstakingly built over decades can be completely destroyed in a few months. We cannot dishonor Tyr's reputation!

"Everyone is trying to save the crumbling tower through compromise, but we believe we should compromise with the common people, even if it means El Toril's collapse. The Supreme Observer believes that keeping El Toril running should be prioritized, and the countryside should be put on the back burner. We can't reach a consensus."

Asur said irritably, "To make matters worse, the druids from the River Forest have just arrived in Berdusk's fields to protect the burrowers that have been wreaking havoc recently... Damn it! They might as well just keep going to Troll's Claw to find mammoths! Burrowers aren't beasts, so why should they care?"

"They've come to Berdusk. Is there any possibility of coordination?"

"No!" Asur's roar was deafening. "They say the Sun has tricked us into over-cultivating the land, which is severely damaging. So the burrowing worms wreaking havoc on the fields isn't a bad thing; it's giving the land a break! What a joke! Elturgard has plenty of oxen to plow. Does it need those bugs to help it plow the soil?"

Thirty Songs of the Dragon

"If you ask me, the demons we encountered were very strange and completely different from what we learned."

"Can you tell me about it? I'm quite interested in this matter."