Equipment Printing School Mage

She gestured as she spoke, "Hey, don't say anything! If it were any other time, if we said we wanted to peel the shell of an animal, the druids would definitely open their mouths and say a few words..."

Having said that, she raised her eyes and coughed a few times: "Um, Archdruid Fenwei, I'm not talking about you..."

"It's okay." Fenwei shrugged. "I don't consider burrowing worms to be something that needs protection."

Sig's face lit up with joy, his confidence growing stronger. "Then let's spread this out. It just so happens that there's an outbreak of burrowing worms in the south. If we can force the druids to allow us to shell them, or even obtain those special techniques, we'll have the materials for thousands more sets of armor! That'll make us a fortune! Finally, the Hell Knight who took our armor will owe us a big favor!"

"The armor is shared." Metatron suddenly spoke up at this moment. "Although the Hell Knights are relatively independent, the ownership of their weapons and equipment still technically belongs to Eltoril. If you want to make the Hell Knights owe you a favor, you must first get past Craig."

"Tsk..." Upon hearing the word "Supreme Observer", Higg immediately wilted. "That old man has such a fickle temper. I don't even know what he wants."

Metatron said seriously, "Don't forget your original purpose, and don't forget to prioritize. We are here to investigate the devil. Since the druids do have secrets, we must first confirm whether they have done anything out of the ordinary in this matter."

"If the druids have already committed all sorts of evil deeds for this secret, then they are undoubtedly enemies. If they haven't, they are probably on the verge of becoming enemies. If we intervene now, we can both benefit from it and prevent the druids from going astray. It's a win-win situation."

"But no matter what, we must first obtain physical or human evidence—for example, we must first find the digger worm's nest and the remains of the digger worms left behind by the druids."

Fortunately, this wasn't difficult. The army of burrowing worms summoned by the lich had gradually grown into a vast force, and the long scratches left by their bone claws in the crypts allowed them to easily keep up with the lich.

After an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at the place they had been looking forward to the most.

The focal point and convergence of countless tunnels—the lair of the digging worms.

This place has already been completely razed by the lich.

A burrowing worm can digest flesh and blood, but is powerless against metal. However, they devour with abandon, especially when attacking mortals, taking with them all kinds of property and equipment. Ultimately, unable to digest, they regurgitate this valuable waste into their lair. Thus, a burrowing worm's lair can be described as a severely shrunken dragon's lair, containing far more valuables than those of ordinary monsters.

of course……

Emiya glanced speechlessly at the ceiling of the nest.

This nest, which should have been buried deep underground, has now had its skylight forcibly smashed open by a meteor that fell from the sky, and sunlight is shining down from the sky without any scruples.

The place where the wealth should have been buried is now filled with cooled lava.

I'm afraid this place has been hit by more than one meteor explosion.

Even if there had been a pile of wealth inside, it would have been completely shattered by the meteor explosion.

The numerous burrowing worm skeletons the lich had summoned along the way also met their end—they were smashed to pieces along with the other burrowing worms. The vast lair was covered in charred bone meal.

Apart from these debris and meteors, Emilia could see nothing else worth noting.

Yin looked around and nodded with satisfaction. "--The fire was powerful enough. There's probably nothing left. The temperature of the meteor explosion is enough to burn bones to ashes."

Looking at the cooling meteors scattered all over the ground, Sig couldn't help but sniff. He took small steps forward and grabbed Emiya's sleeve: "Captain, I have a request now. You must agree to it."

"You're not going to ask me to dig a hole, are you?" Emilia was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but shout, "No way! Aren't you already not short of money?"

"What I like is making money! And who knows, there might be something down there!" Sig shouted. "If you don't agree, I'll have Sister Elastrid do a remote divination right now!"

"Okay, don't bother anyone else! I'll go!"

Emiya sighed and walked to the lowest level of the nest.

There are the most meteors here. According to traditional habits, this is the center of the nest.

He placed his hands on the ground and activated his structural senses.

Just as he imagined, beneath the meteor lay layers of corpses flattened by the terrifying force of the impact. The burrowing worm's shell could serve as the base of armor, but even that armor was too weak against the meteor's blast.

In fact, the chitin was clearly burning.

No matter how you look at it, what Emilia is doing now is clearly digging a grave.

"……etc."

At this moment, Emiya sensed something extremely strange among these residues.

"uncanny workmanship!"

No time to explain.

He could hardly wait to cast the spell, bringing a large area in front of him into the spell's range of effect.

Layers of gravel and soil separated, like a red carpet welcoming the arrival of the trophy.

It was a half-human-high brass steel ball that had been severely crushed and deformed, but its shape could still be barely seen.

A brass metal ball covered in runes.

The last time Emya saw it, it had transformed a sacred tree in the Sharptooth Forest into a mad, profane treant.

This ball was originally embedded in the body of a digging worm.

Perhaps it was only recently transformed, so the burrowing worms here haven't yet begun to mutate and reproduce on a large scale. If the lich hadn't intervened, perhaps this nest would have gone berserk like Berdusk.

"Finally, I caught you." Emilia whispered.

Forty-four Devil's Informant

A monster that roams the earth with impunity, the earthworm, is now hanging upside down in the air like an ordinary lamb.

Its most vulnerable abdomen was forcibly exposed to others, but its body was completely stiff and it completely lost control of its body.

Even though its abdomen had been cut open by a sharp blade, blood was gushing out from the wound.

However, a huge metal ball stained with blood was artificially embedded in its abdomen.

The runes densely covered in this sphere had long since been tightly integrated with the worm's body, just like real blood vessels. However, the person performing the operation naturally didn't care much about the worm's life or death.

At first they wanted to cut the blood vessels with a sharp blade, but they were soon persuaded by the gushing insect blood and simply chose to use fireball to solve the problem.

They used blazing flames to completely burn the blood vessels on the ball, slapped off the charcoal on it with a dagger, and then tried to drag the ball out of the insect's abdomen.

—One thing must be corrected. These humanoid creatures with twin horns, wings, and long tails are likely Cambion demons, also known as demon descendants. At most, only half of them are human.

With their efforts, the ball finally broke free from the insect's abdomen, and the heavy metal hit the ground with a dull thud.

"What should we do with this digging queen?" asked a devil.

"Don't worry about her," his colleague replied. "What matters is this successful blood-leach ball. There are burrowing worms all over Faerûn. This one is not important. Just destroy the body."

"No, what I mean is that if we leave such a big trace while operating in Lord Zariel's territory..."

His colleagues glared at him fiercely. "Nonsense! Aren't we also from Avernus? That means we're also Lord Zariel's subordinates. We've come up with some results, and even if we take a step back, we can say we're stockpiling supplies and even finding reinforcements for the bloody battle. What's wrong with that?"

"What about our informant in River Forest?"

"As usual, before leaving, make an appointment to meet him and kill him. The lich should be here soon, let's hurry up-"

Before he finished speaking, a wave of magic power roared in.

A destructive meteor suddenly appeared at the entrance of the nest, and slammed into the nest with a destructive sound.

The rock wall collapsed, the metal ball was flattened, and the two demons were instantly reduced to ashes.

The devil is immune to fire, but is powerless against the weight of meteors.

At this moment, the lich who had instigated all this walked into the lair and muttered, "...Devil? Why wouldn't a devil be harvesting souls and come snatching the druid's work? This is simply incomprehensible."

"…Report this to Lord Larok."

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The last reconstruction technique revealed the connection between the devil and the riverside forest.

And now it's time to put this information to use.

The relationship between Bolias, Keeper of the Balance of the Church of Tyr, and his deputy, Asur, Lord of the Hammer, is quite delicate.

Bolias was undoubtedly his brother Asur's superior and leader of the Church of Tyr in Elturgad, but he seemed to have no other responsibilities. Meanwhile, Asur was not only the second-in-command of the Church of Tyr but also commanded the Knights of Hell. His power, based solely on his secular position, was comparable to Bolias's.

In other places, such checks and balances and power conflicts would inevitably lead to open and covert infighting. However, the Church of Tyr was naturally known for its dedication to duty. On the way from Trier Town to Berdusk, Bolias only discussed the incident with Emya and others.

"Ultimately, Asur's primary job now is to command the Hell Knights," Bolias said on the bumpy ship. "If this were within the church, I could give orders to a fellow believer. In Elturgard, I would simply be a representative of the Church of Tyr, obeying Asur's command."

In response to the Tyr Church's self-narration, Sig spared no effort to flatter it: "--As expected of the Tyr Church! Such a clear distinction between public and private affairs, and such an orderly system, no one else can learn it!

"For example, in our Baldur's Gate, the two great craftsmen seemed to be keeping to themselves, but the devil eventually got involved and things started to get serious! Now, one great craftsman is in charge again."

"Ahem..." This aspect is naturally what the Tyr Church is most proud of.

The Keeper's lip curled up uncontrollably, but after a moment's thought, he added, "That's a bit of an exaggeration. We've also inquired about the Baldur's Gate situation. It's not so much a struggle within the Church as it is a family's own greed and overreaching. I don't think it's solely a Church issue."

This is too matter-of-fact!

Sig curled his lips secretly and then asked, "Sir Bolias, I don't know much about the Church of Tyr. You uphold justice, so it's inevitable that you will encounter murky and unclear matters. How do you deal with such situations?"

"Of course, this kind of thing is very common." The Keeper of Balance stroked his beard. "Generally speaking, we prioritize things. If the matter is too small, but both sides are just angry, we have no choice but to mediate and let them go back to calm down. If you are talking about a complicated and serious situation, our Church of Tyr has a divine spell called Hammer of Justice."

"Compared to the Realm of Honesty, this spell can even detect fallacies that the speaker isn't even aware of. If necessary, we'll use it... Oh."

At this point, Keeper of Balance Bolias narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward. "You want divine assistance? Who do you want to ask?"

Sig chuckled, "How much assistance does this divine spell require?"

"The Hammer of Justice only discerns authenticity, and therefore is completely open to the public," Bolias said solemnly. "If it's for personal use, then the Hammer of Justice's spellcasting service requires five hundred gold pieces. If it's for public use, such as for this burrowing worm or other matters involving Eltoril or Elturgard, it can be provided free of charge."

The Tyr Church priest said seriously, "You can only request divine services and ask us not to get involved. But I can guarantee that as long as your goals are legitimate and your means are normal, you can trust the Tyr Church. Conversely, we will not keep silent about everything we see for the sake of so-called trustworthiness."

Sig thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and whispered something.

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[Emya, Archdruid Woods is indeed restless.]

On the ship sailing towards Berdusk, Fenwe turned into an owl again and squatted on the top of the mast.

She observed the eagle circling in the sky for a while, and said with certainty in the telepathic connection: "That giant eagle is probably really a druid."

Emiya asked: [Are you sure?]

[Confirmed.] Fenwë raised his head, observing the giant eagle's demeanor. [How could a real eagle follow a ship so persistently? It appeared from the east side of the river when we set sail, and has been circling us ever since. It's been almost two hours now.]

The only druid guild nearby was Riverside Forest, and the druids from the Church of Chauntia were too busy to bother with them.

Emiya was also standing on the deck at this moment, looking at the uninvited guest with a frown.

Metatron's bow was back in her hand. She was silent for a moment. "It's at least a thousand meters high... This distance is far beyond the range of True Sight."

At this time, Sig also brought good news: [Done! The people from the Tyr Church are unexpectedly easy to talk to! I'm dragging him below deck to wait!]

Then they had to get the druid down quickly.

Emiya took her bow out of the dimensional hole, but still shook her head: "-Teacher, this distance is still too far for me."

The power of a sword depends on the toughness of the blade and the sharpness of the blade, but more importantly, it depends on the strength of the swordsman.

It’s different with bows - if the quality of the bow is not good, even if Hercules from Greek mythology comes, the power of the arrow may not be as good as throwing it directly with your hand.

Emilia's bow can only be called a good bow, but it is still far from reaching a shooting height of one thousand meters.

He once competed with his teacher.

Miss Metatron's archery skills are superb, her stamina is abundant, and she also has a bow that even Metatron treasures.

If there was anyone present who could directly force the druid down from a thousand-meter-tall height, it would be Metatron.

Metatron shrugged and held out his hand to his student, "But I don't have any ordinary arrows."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the fully loaded quiver on her waist. "Because your quiver is full of precious magical supplies?"

Metatron was silent for a moment. "Yes. We want to force Mr. Druid down, not kill him."

Emiya shook her head, observed the shape of the bow, took out a few arrows, and handed them to her teacher.

Then he almost thought he was dazzled.

Metatron is certainly a very powerful wizard, and a Nine Rings spellcaster is considered the pinnacle of the planet no matter where in the world they are.

However, when Metatron grasped the bow, his aura clearly soared to a higher level.

Even her posture didn't seem natural, as if she wasn't very used to this stiff environment and standing posture.

But just by standing there, even wearing the mage's loose robes, Emilia could feel the release of power in the slightly changing muscle curves of the robes.

Emilia didn't even see when she drew the bow before the arrow disappeared from her longbow.

All he could catch was the slight trembling of the bowstring.

The giant eagle in the sky didn't even realize what was happening at first, but it froze in mid-air because of some kind of bone-chilling fear reflex and fell towards the ship.

As it fell, the bird feathers on its neck lost all support without warning and scattered in the sky like a bouquet of flowers, revealing the intact pink skin underneath.

If this arrow is deviated even a little bit, it will not achieve such a perfect effect.