Equipment Printing School Mage

He wanted to return to Earth, so he couldn't tolerate the sword being lost.

At the same time, the sword did not belong to him, so he had to get it back - he could tell the teacher that he was unable to repair the sword, but he could not sit idly by and watch the teacher's sword fall into the hands of others.

What’s even more terrible is that the Gods and the Shadow Druids are both organizations living in the dark side of the world.

If we delay even a little, we will lose all trace of them.

The boss had promised to find teammates for him, but now with this incident, time has become extremely precious.

Of course, the old wizard in red robes can do everything - unfortunately, it is precisely because of this reason that he finds it difficult to speak.

Emiya didn't think she was qualified to command a big shot of this level.

Paladin Mars is certainly a reliable teammate.

But precisely because a paladin finds it difficult to refuse legitimate requests, he can't bring himself to do this—he has no interest in using favors to coerce others. The paladin had come from afar, and naturally, he had his own motives.

In the end, he had no choice but to set out alone.

This, of course, carries a huge risk, but he has never been afraid of risks.

Besides, he wasn't good at saying goodbye.

Emiya stretched out her fingers and sprayed some frost on her face to sober herself up a little.

He could only hope that the Friendly Arm's remaining supplies were sufficient.

Of course, the boss's dimensional hole must be returned.

At this moment, there was a knock on his door, and Niggins Mirror Shadow's voice rang out: "-Emmya, you are alone in the room. Are you packing your luggage and preparing to leave without saying goodbye? Cosette will cry."

Emiya stopped and hid the half-packed luggage in the corner with a natural expression. Then she opened the door and said, "Boss."

The old dwarf outside the door rolled his eyes and then snorted, "I was right. Why don't you become a paladin?"

Emiya replied, "Because I think a wizard can do more than a paladin."

"Then you've definitely chosen the right profession." The old dwarf shook his head. "I've already told you, you know the man who's coming is a harpist, so your teammates are naturally taken care of. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"...?" Emilia frowned. "That important person came here alone. I have something urgent to do right now and can't wait for several days."

"...Hmph." The old dwarf put his hands on his hips. "Oh, it seems we harpers are being underestimated. Follow me."

Their destination was the Harper's secret room.

Niggins Mirror Shadow opened the passage to the secret room and patted the table. "—Then please wait here for a moment. Your teammates will be here soon."

"...Ah?" Emilia was stunned.

A mysterious and complacent smile appeared on Niggins Mirror Shadow's face. He waved at him and left without looking back.

At that moment, the sound of rock turning was heard from the other end of the chamber. A wall slowly moved aside, revealing another passage.

This secret room actually has two entrances and exits.

And at the end of the new passage, the face of an old man in a red robe was revealed.

Behind the red-robed old wizard, there was a tall and handsome young man in plain clothes.

That's Paladin Mars.

Seeing Emilia sitting in the secret room, the young man's face showed obvious surprise, while the old wizard smiled brightly.

He walked into the secret room with a pipe in his mouth, motioned Mars to sit down, then stood beside the table and cleared his throat.

"This is what happened—a mysterious and powerful person who happened to have some connection with me has been taking on a student for the past few years."

"Now, the student has reached the age to become an apprentice. However, his status is unusual, and ordinary people cannot meet the requirements. So he came to me and asked me, Elminster Omar, to act as an intermediary."

"Maybe it's fate, this matter turned out to be unexpectedly easy. - I guess you are probably quite satisfied with each other."

Elminster of Shadowdale, the most powerful human wizard in the world, coughed softly and said, "So, both of you, please introduce yourselves formally?"

The paladin was silent for a long time, finally shaking his head with a mixture of confusion and amusement. He stood up and extended his hand to Emiya. "...Uh, anyway, Leon and I are only traveling together temporarily. My real purpose was to come to the Friendly Arm to find teammates at the invitation of the Harper."

Then, the tall young man said, "My name is Mars of Candlekeep, a Knight of the Secret Fire of the Church of Mystra, and I believe in the Oath of Quest."

Emiya pressed her brows in distress and also stretched out her hand.

"Emya of Lunya, the Evocation Mage."

Mars of Candlekeep character card (as of Volume 1)

----------------Basic Information------------------

Name: Mars of Candlekeep

Sex: Male

Alignment: Lawful Good

[Occupation] and Level: Paladin, Level 9

[Race]: Human

【Background】：Wise/????

Body type: medium

Height: 198cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Age: 20

Appearance: Mars has slightly curly black hair and almost superhuman strength, but it is not so obvious from his appearance - although he is strong, he is only at the level of an ordinary strongman. At the same time, his appearance meets the standards of a paladin: handsome enough to attract the attention of both sexes.

However, he prefers to wear a helmet and armor most of the time, and his speech is not so gentle, so this feature is not so obvious.

[Attribute Value]: Racial attribute bonus, Agility 1 Constitution 1

Strength 20 (+5)

Constitution 16 (+3)

Agility 12 (+1)

Intelligence 17 (+3)

Perception 18 (+4)

Charisma 20 (+5)

HP: 94

Armor Class: AC=18 (Plate Armor)

Speed: 30 feet

---------------------Proficient in projects and languages---------------------

熟练值：+4（1-4级为+2,5级为+3,9级+4,13级+5,17级+6）

Armor: All armor and shields

Weapons: Simple weapons and military weapons

Saving Throws: Con +7 Wis +8 Cha +9 Guardian Aura All Saving Throws +5

Skills: Arcana, History, Religion, Intimidation, Athletics

Tools: None

Languages: Common + Elvish + Infernal + Dwarven

--------------------------------Professional and racial abilities and specialties-----------

Racial Abilities: Strength, Charisma +1

Fighting Style: Defensive

Expertise and attribute improvements:

Great Weapon Fighting (Racial)

Strength, Charisma +1 (Level 4)

Alert (Level 8)

--------------------------------------Spells (caster only)-------------------------

Spell save DC = 17

Spell Attack Bonus = 9

Cantrips Known and Prepared/Spells Known—

Holy Oath Spell:

3rd Shield Elemental Absorption

5th Phantom Step Detection Thought

9th Fireball, Counterspell

Spells prepared or known: 9

---------------------attack---------------------

Weapon: Greatsword: +9 attack, 2d6+5

-------------------------background---------

first part:

Candlekeep is the world's largest library and the seat of the central church of Oghma, the god of knowledge. Children born there are often tinged with scholarly pedantry. But Mars was clearly destined to be different. He had been known for his extraordinary bravery and wit since childhood, making him renowned throughout Candlekeep. For some reason, he was not allowed to participate in the priest training of the Church of Oghma like his peers, leaving his future uncertain. Just when he was at a loss, a Mystra paladin who happened to be visiting Candlekeep came to visit him and extended an invitation.

Thus, a priest died, and a paladin was born.

Unlike traditional paladins, Mars's reason for becoming a paladin is quite unorthodox: although he recognizes and is willing to follow the oath, he has a bigger reason.

The path of a paladin was far more difficult than that of a priest. He wanted to use the path of a paladin to prove one thing: the old monks of Candlekeep were blind.

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Author's words: Author's note: I am used to updating in the morning, I am writing now.

Volume 2: The Swordsman

1. Remuneration

"Aren't you asking for too much?!"

Just like that, the tranquility of Friendly Arms was broken by Emya's roar.

Emilia was furious and banged the table loudly: "Why don't you go and grab it!"

Standing opposite Emilia was his former boss, Nijins Mirror Shadow.

Yes. The original harmonious atmosphere is gone.

Even a strong friendship will become extremely fragile in the face of certain things.

The atmosphere was now tense. Emiya and Nijins Mirror Shadow were clashing over something that shouldn't have been that important.

Niggins Mirror Shadow shouted, "How did I steal it? You asked me to order some ink for the wizard, and I bought it. The money was paid according to the normal account, and you recorded it yourself!"

The old dwarf held up the small ink bottle in front of him and pointed at its label. "Made in Candlekeep! The finest ink from the Excellence School! 20ml for two hundred gold coins, enough for six spellbooks!"

"I was just wondering, a bottle of ink only costs a few gold coins at most, why is the purchase price 100 gold coins? What kind of ridiculous price is this?" Emilia's voice rose unusually. "So they're just trying to rip me off!"

"What do you mean by 'slaughter'? I sent someone to Candle Castle to discuss business and bought a bottle just for you. Isn't it normal to double the profit? I haven't even included the labor cost!"

The shopkeeper carefully put aside the ink bottle, which was more valuable than gold, and continued, "Ask the Candlekeep man next to you! Is my price being ripped off?"

"Uh..." Mars glanced at the bottle of ink, confirmed it in his memory, and replied, "The Oghma Church's superior sect strives for perfection regardless of cost, so they often have to find ways to generate income. And this bottle of Golden Dragon Ink is my... their masterpiece."

"It's one-third smaller than a regular ink bottle, at only 20ml. The materials used are truly luxurious, and the effect is truly impeccable. According to the lab report, the ink will definitely not fade before the parchment is destroyed. Furthermore, gold powder is added to the ink."

"In short, the target audience for this ink is those who have more than enough money but are eager to rely on external products to maintain and improve their social status. Therefore, the ink bottle has a small capacity - anyway, this bottle of ink will not be opened."

"Not considering labor, the material cost is about 20 gold coins."

Emiya's hands began to shake with anger. "And now it's only 200 in my hands?! I'm not buying this ink anyway!"