Equipment Printing School Mage
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At this moment, the Tyr Church headquarters has completely renewed its appearance. However, the Hell Knights are naturally not so noble as to ignore material desires.
As a result, before they had even found a place to live, a wooden tavern had already been built.
No matter how domineering a druid is, he can't even prevent people from cutting down trees!
The well-equipped tavern was already filled with the aroma of wine. As the Hell Knights said, "We won't have another chance to drink after we start patrolling, so we might as well finish our share now."
And this is naturally a good opportunity to pry open the mouths of the tipsy Hell Knights.
"How should I put it? It feels so perfect." The Hell Knight in front of Emilia hadn't drunk much, but he was already talking. "We certainly encountered quite a few demons, and we fought each other with all our might. If it weren't for the large number of priests, there might have been a lot of casualties."
"But, strangely enough, we didn't find a single piece of useful information!" The Hell Knight slapped his thigh heavily. "Those devils never like to be told what to do. Normally, they'd have plenty of documents. But with nearly a thousand people involved in the operation and dozens of devils to contend with, not a single team managed to find any useful information. All they found were copies of Eltoril's own documents!"
Naturally, a considerable number of the Hell Knights who came here had participated in the crackdown on the devil, and naturally everyone had their own grievances to vent about this major event.
"It's almost the same situation over there. I went to the gate, but all I saw were some small fry. I didn't even encounter a Cambion. What's going on? Did all the high-level demons run away?"
A paladin angrily removed his gauntlet and slammed it on the table. "Where did they get this information? Revealing information about the Knights of Hell is a crime! We've searched everywhere, using the Field of Honesty, Detect Thoughts, and every other spell imaginable—and only to find out: no one reported the news... No one reported the news! In the name of Tyr, how could the devil, hunkered down in his own room, know so much about our actions? We don't even have that level of control over Eltoril!"
Perhaps due to the alcohol, a Hell Knight wearing the Torm badge at the next table stood up and shouted dazedly, "Is that the problem?! The problem is, everyone knows there's something wrong with Eltoril! And yet we evacuated Eltoril!"
This statement was somewhat hurtful. The Hell Knight sitting next to him immediately said in dissatisfaction, "Is this our fault? It was the Supreme Observer who made the conclusion and said the investigation was over! The Knight Commander's objection was useless! The Supreme Hall has already reached a conclusion, so what else can we do? We no longer have the right to investigate in Eltoril! Eltoril has fallen, so aren't other places even more dangerous?"
The Hell Knight of the Church of Torm sighed, raised his glass, and downed the last of the liquid. "...Well, from now on, the Companion Knights will be responsible for everything."
The tavern was naturally full of bards. Yin was currently fiddling with something at the edge of the camp, uninterested in such a crowded environment.
However, seeing the atmosphere grow subdued, Sig, who had been playing the piano and singing, rolled his eyes, his hands still busy, and suddenly said, "Don't worry too much. Didn't Eltoril host the Church of Oghma some time ago? It's a bit of an external aid. The Church of Knowledge is also very famous for its prophetic magic."
"I hope so." A Hell Knight sighed. "We're so busy here that we don't have time to attend the Rite of Truth. We'll have to leave the day after tomorrow after a night of drinking."
"Who says it isn't?" said another Hell Knight. He held up an amulet from his neck. "When I was a kid, I accidentally picked up a scale, but even the priest didn't know what it was. I didn't want to spend any more money on it. That Norwich just walked away, and now it will just be an unknown amulet for the rest of its life."
At this moment, all the Hell Knights present burst into laughter. "You haven't given up yet! You keep nagging about it! The priest doesn't know what this thing is, but he also said it's definitely not the scales of a metallic or five-colored dragon!"
The Hell Knight blushed slightly, but then retorted, "Then I'd like to know what this thing is, that's fine too!"
Sig's eyes lit up, and she plucked a high-pitched note on the piano. "What a coincidence! Our team actually participated in the Rite of Truth! We can help with the appraisal!"
Emilia raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement, "I did participate in the Ritual of Truth. If you don't mind, I can try to help you confirm the results. If there is really any value, I can buy it with money, so that we can have a better chance of winning in the Ritual of Truth."
"Can I make money by asking someone to appraise it?" The Hell Knight's eyes lit up. He took off his necklace and walked over quickly. "Thank you very much!"
Emiya didn't take it seriously at first, but when he took the necklace, he immediately became serious.
That gleaming silver scale was at least half the size of a palm, its texture fine and thick, fully qualified to be a scale armor plate.
"...The owner of this scale is probably not an ordinary lizard." Emiya frowned. "May I ask where and when did you get it?"
"I was about six years old at the time," said the knight, who looked to be in his late twenties. "I went to the nearby forest to collect firewood when suddenly there was a deafening roar, as if something heavy had hit the ground. I wasn't afraid at all. It just passed."
"But I was lucky. When I rushed over, there was already another extremely beautiful poet lady there. She found me, sent me out of the forest, and saved my life."
"...Your storytelling skills need to improve." Sig's piano music stopped unnoticed. "Where are the scales?"
The Hell Knight chuckled. "Funny enough, it fell out of my hat brim after I got home. Now that I think about it, maybe it was left behind by that heavy object."
"Okay, okay." Emiya shook his head and took out a pearl from the dimensional bag. After a while, he shook his head, "First of all, this is not a magic item, it's just an ordinary scale."
The Hell Knight coughed, his face flushing slightly.
As for what specific creature's scales belong to...
Amyia didn't recognize it either.
It is indeed not the scales of a metallic dragon or a five-colored dragon.
He couldn't help but feel curious.
The Hell Knight was stunned to see the wizard opening a dimensional hole and pulling out expensive incense and ivory plates. He waved his hands in disbelief, "Wow! These incense sticks must cost at least a few hundred gold coins! Just because I have money doesn't mean I'm willing to spend hundreds or even thousands of gold coins on this amulet!"
Emiya said seriously, "It's okay. The materials and the spell itself are free. But I hope that if I ask, you'll be willing to negotiate the price of the amulet."
"Ah, that's easy," the Hell Knight agreed readily. His colleagues burst into laughter, saying, "If you earn some extra cash from the Master Mage, at least give each of you a round of drinks!"
"Go! I don't know how much it's worth!"
Amid the Hell Knights' cheers, Emiya snapped her fingers and lit the incense.
Surrounded by light smoke, he cast the most appropriate prophecy spell at this moment: "...Master of Legends, tell me, what is this scaly object in my hand?"
The secrets carried by this scale are obviously not comparable to the devil's artifact. Therefore, this spell gave an extremely clear answer this time.
The Weave brought back a response: "—A scale of a singing dragon. This race suffered a devastating blow during the Spellbane and the subsequent war. This scale, shed twenty years ago, is one of the few traces of this race left in Faerûn."
However, to Emilia, it is still priceless.
The trail of the singing dragon.
Emiya's eyebrows raised slightly.
This amulet is enough evidence to earn a Level 3 bounty. It represents double the normal Level 3 knowledge, a full 160 points!
In other words, the 200 points gained from the Blood of Lathander as a divine artifact were offset by 80% of this mere dragon scale!!!
Sig had come up to him at some point and poked the back of his neck: "What, open the door?"
What's the slang for "open the door wide"?
The Hell Knight standing nearby clearly didn't realize the severity of the situation and continued to stir up trouble: "What? Should we let him give up?"
Emilia pushed her hand away unhappily, stood up, and said to the amulet's original owner with great seriousness: "—I am willing to pay 8000 gold coins for this amulet!"
The originally noisy pub suddenly became quiet.
After a while, the original owner's voice couldn't help but tremble: "...This young man, no, Mr. Mage! How much did you just say?!"
"8000 gold coins worth of property," Emiya said flatly. "I can't guarantee the magic items, but I can deliver armor, weapons, cash, or even spellcasting services on the spot, as long as I can get this amulet."
The Hell Knight blinked, gasped, and touched his ear.
After a brief moment of shock, his colleagues were instantly in an uproar: "How could this be possible?! I have an amulet too, and we want it appraised too!!!!!!!!"
"What the hell is this? Even dragon scales can't be worth 8000 gold coins!"
The original owner jumped up in excitement, but then he raised his voice: "Go away, let me ask first!"
The amulet's original owner coughed and said, "I didn't understand the amulet's value. I was ripped off. If you're willing to explain the amulet's origins and why it's worth 8000 gold coins, then it's 8000 gold coins."
"Okay." Emiya said without hesitation, "According to my knowledge, true dragons don't only exist in Toril. There are also traces of metallic dragons and chromatic dragons in other material planes. However, there are also a few rare dragon species that only appear in Faerun."
"And the Singing Dragon is one of these rare true dragons." Emiya recalled and began to pour out her knowledge. "Metallic dragons generally have the ability to transform into human form. The Singing Dragon's transformation is particularly special - other dragons' transformation abilities are essentially the same as Transfiguration, but the Singing Dragon can only transform into a human."
The original owner was stunned for a moment: "Does this mean that this kind of dragon is weaker?"
Emiya shook her head. "No, the special thing about this kind of dragon's human form is that the human it transforms into is commensurate with the dragon's own age. For example, a young dragon can only transform into a human girl. Only an adult dragon can transform into an adult woman—"
"In other words, the human form isn't a transformation for them, but more like switching between two bodies. Both forms are their true selves. Therefore, they are probably the true dragons who prefer living in human society—they have almost completely integrated into humanoid society. Therefore, in their early years, when they were more active, they were also called dragonoids. However, while the ability to switch between multiple forms is indeed similar to that of a beastman, they are undoubtedly true dragons, and this ability to transform cannot be removed."
Emiya paused. "The direct manifestation of this characteristic is that they can conceive normally in both forms, but the child they give birth to will inevitably be another song dragon—wait, I forgot to mention that this tribe is almost entirely female. Over the years, there has only been one male song dragon."
At this moment, whistles echoed in the tavern: "Isn't this the dream dragon of those who have bad intentions towards dragons?! A whole tribe of beautiful female dragons is not bad!"
At this moment, the original owner was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly: "Wait, so this is the person I met that year...?"
Emilia replied, "I'm not 100% sure, but I must say that the poetess is indeed the heavy object that fell from the sky. What you picked up is probably her dragon scale."
"Wow...!" The whistles immediately lifted the entire tavern to the skies. "Doesn't that mean any beautiful human female poet could be a passionate Miss Gelong?"
Sig twitched his pointed ears and curled his lips: "The number of song dragons is probably more than the metal dragons and five-colored dragons combined!"
Of course, the person who said this didn't mean it seriously, he just laughed again.
"Also, I'm willing to pay these 8000 gold coins because the Church of Oghma is offering a bounty for the whereabouts of the Song Dragon, a species of dragon that hasn't been seen in a hundred years." Emiya sighed and waved the amulet. "The scales alone are only of collectible value... but you found me at the perfect time. We both gained what we needed most."
"If this amulet is particularly important, I'm willing to lend it to you temporarily for 4000 gold coins and return it to you after the Rite of Truth."
"No, no, no, for me, no matter how much this amulet means to me, it's not worth 4000 gold coins!"
His colleagues also started to jeer, "Take our treat!!! Otherwise, we'll go back and tell your sister-in-law that you carried a female poet's belongings with you for decades!"
"No, stop talking nonsense!!! The kid's mother will kick me off the bed! I'll treat you! I'll treat you!"
After stuffing the still-warm construction funds and a few opals into the hands of the original owner, the matter came to an end tonight.
Although it was called a treat, it was actually just an advance payment for the original owner's own drinking quota.
But no matter what, both sides were indeed extremely happy.
Emilia walked out of the tavern and shook her head, which was a little dizzy from the strong smell of alcohol.
...This was truly a pleasant surprise. He had originally thought that level three and four bounties were things that no one could possibly accomplish, hence the unusually generous offer of double points.
Tonight can only be described as lucky.
At this moment, Sig quietly snuck up behind him. "Hey, Captain? Do you need that amulet? The one with the dragon scales?"
Amyia was stunned for a moment: "Are you interested?"
"After all, it's the scale of a dragon poet, so I'm sure I'll be very interested." Having said this, Sig hesitated for a moment, a bright smile on his face. "Can we distribute it according to demand this time?"
"Don't even think about it. This isn't a bard-exclusive item. According to our agreement, if you take the team's public property for yourself, you have to pay the other three. Since the Ritual of Truth will be useful later, you can enjoy a discount. Just give me 1000 gold coins, and then you have to pay the same fee to Silver, Mars, and Elastrid."
“You really are taking money from your own people!”
"You're still trying to take advantage of your teammates! 1000 gold coins, no bargaining!"
Night of the 31st Prophecy
The camp, which had been noisy for a while, became quiet again.
Just a few hours ago, this place was a desolate plain, and the conversations and laughter of the Hell Knights could still echo unrestrainedly in the woods.
Now, the vast expanse of trees had transformed into a high wall, surrounding the place. Inside the wall was the soil, which had been compressed into an extremely dense layer by Emilia's magical workmanship.
The strength of this kind of city wall is probably not as good as that of thick rocks. Emilia does not have much construction experience, so he can only do his best.
But the Hell Knights were clearly pleased with this. The Hell Knights on night patrol had already donned their armor again, and the only sound in the camp was the constant clatter of armor colliding against one another.
Miss Yin did not go to sleep at this moment, but squatted outside the camp, concentrating on building one earth wall after another.
However, the direction of her efforts is obviously quite different from Emilia's -
The quality of her earthen walls fluctuated wildly. The first wall was practically identical to Emiya's. The subsequent walls, however, were all grotesque and erratic—if the word wasn't right, it would be deformed.
Some were looser than normal soil, like they were swollen. Some had countless branches like tree branches. The most outrageous thing was that for some reason, the material of some of the earth walls seemed to have changed.
"...Miss Yin." Emilia sighed and came up behind her, saying, "Are you doing an experiment?"
"To be more precise, I'm researching!" Without even turning her head, Yin focused on dealing with the earth wall in front of her, and then successfully detonated the earth wall in front of her. The overwhelming dust suddenly rose up and covered the sky.
She then turned around and opened her mouth to speak as if she hadn't noticed the dust had already flown behind her. She immediately choked: "I just found out... cough cough cough cough cough!"
Emilia sighed deeply and could only drag this, in a sense, most delicate young lady out of the dust. While using magic to remove the dust from her clothes, he asked, "So what are you researching?"
"Masterwork! Your masterwork, to be exact!" Yin gritted his teeth and brushed off the dust. "I didn't notice it before, but after trying to copy it, I realized there's something wrong with your masterwork! Why can't I just copy it exactly as it is? The slightest change causes it to break completely? I didn't remember this spell being so difficult to adjust!"
"……Well."
When Emiya used the ingenious technique, she naturally used her structural sense to fine-tune the whole process.
However, he had no idea how to translate the use of structural senses into the mage language. However, at this moment, he remembered something more important: "Copy? Can spells be copied?"
It's understandable that spells can be learned, but copying them? That word seems a bit too much.
"Yes." But Yin obviously didn't think so. She said as a matter of course, "I saw the whole process of you casting the spell with my own eyes, so of course I can copy it."
She thought for a moment and added, "But a lot of things went wrong with you!"
She was clearly thinking of something, and the more she spoke, the angrier she became. "...You, you used to complain about the inventor of the Divided Weapon spell for adding your own agenda! And now, you're adding weird things to my arcane spells yourself!"
"What do you mean by your arcane magic? I didn't add anything weird!" Emilia could only protest, "It's just my natural talent. I don't know how to translate it into arcane language, that's all!"
"Then study!" Yin always spoke with confidence. "Does knowledge just pop out of your head?"
"That depends on time and place," Emiya said unhappily, "At least we have to suppress the demonic activities. This seems to be a very time-consuming goal.
"I think we should go back to bed. We have to go to River Forest tomorrow."
"That's true." Yin clapped his hands and filled the messy earth walls back in place.
Then she said in a voice almost singing:
“The balance has been tipped.
On the left is a person, on the right is a city.
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