Equipment Printing School Mage

When he walked out of the tree house, several spellcasters over there had just walked away from Emiya.

——It was estimated that when he was preparing, this young man named Emiya was already covered with various spells.

And it was indeed so. Even the same routine was used, they had established a mind connection within the team, and Emiya could get everyone's opinions at any time.

Emiya shook her head. "It's actually very simple. We just want to prove one thing—Riverside Forest isn't responsible for the burrowing worms. But if you continue to stand idly by, the ambitions of the mastermind behind this will drag Riverside Forest into this as well."

"And Moti, although he is indeed a traitor, is no more than the first falling leaf of autumn."

He took out the information he had obtained from Imoen.

Now, several days have passed since they left the Tyre camp.

Over the past few days, they have been closely monitoring Moti's movements. It was today that they first noticed Moti's unusual behavior. It was for this reason that they contacted the Archdruid.

"First, Archdruid Woods," Emiya said calmly, "We now speculate that Moti holds a certain status in the River Forest. The River Forest's burrowing worm armor is distributed through him, and he himself is even a very good craftsman, right?"

"?!" The first question almost made the originally confident Archdruid lose his balance. "What burrowing worm armor? Do you know what you are talking about?!"

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It's been three days.

Moti took a deep breath.

It has been three days since the day when the Archdruid flew into a rage and all the druids fell silent.

Just now, he witnessed with his own eyes a large number of fully armed adventurers and knights passing through the area he was monitoring and rushing into the underground. Then, a few hours later, group after group of them returned to the surface with wounds all over their bodies.

Injured, armor damaged, but no serious injuries that would cause disability.

This has happened several times in the past few days.

He certainly hadn't leaked any information to that Norwich guy. The Church of Oghma was none of his business.

However, large numbers of people began to shrink the area where the diggers were active, and that became his problem.

He has an extremely important secret hidden in this land, and he absolutely does not want it to be discovered by others.

If this secret were revealed, he would become an enemy to all. Even Faerûn, though vast, would have no place for him.

This land has never been so empty—all the beasts that roamed in this area have long since been eaten by the diggers, and the roots of plants can no longer survive the diggers' repeated digging. Now, only a few green grasses in this wilderness can still stubbornly crawl out of the soil.

Moti originally thought that everything would be fine since the team that went to Trier Town returned empty-handed, but he didn't expect that the guy named Norwich would cause such a terrible trouble that all the druids became suspected by the archdruid.

This was completely an innocent victim - Moti did have a secret, but it had nothing to do with Norwich.

No matter how many times he cursed that guy named Norwich in his heart, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

Whether it's erasing the traces or simply running away, we can't just stay here.

One team did not return.

Moti narrowed his eyes slightly.

A barely usable excuse.

Even if the Archdruid asked, he could just say he was just going down to offer healing assistance. As for why it took so long? That was because finding the way in the dark dungeons was difficult. Even if he knew the way, these adventurers didn't.

The druid immediately dropped from the treetop, transformed into a giant weasel, and rushed into the nearest cave.

——Although, Moti actually knew the nearby dungeons very well, as he had walked here countless times.

The giant weasel, half a man's height, moved through the dungeon as fast as lightning, climbing up and down, and moving forward in the dungeon, which was as complicated as dozens of spider webs woven together, as if it were flat ground.

Soon, he encountered the first batch of digging worms.

However, Moti had no intention of avoiding this group of earthworms, and these earthworms, creatures with a huge appetite for all animals, actually ignored Moti.

But Moti was neither secretly happy nor surprised by this, as if it had happened countless times.

Soon, he found his destination.

There is a secret room at a corner. The door to the room is made of a thick rock.

Morti changed back into human form, took out a stone covered with runes from the cloth bag at his waist, and shook it gently in front of the rock.

Amidst the fluctuations of magic, the rocks slowly rolled, making way for a passage.

The area of ​​this empty room is not small, but the storage inside still fills it up completely.

Those were piles of digging beetle shells that had been peeled off with extremely sophisticated means.

Even in the corner of the room, there are hundreds of extremely sophisticated digging worm armors.

Digger Armor is a rare treasure - it is light and tough, and can provide protection that is not inferior to plate armor when worn, while being much more comfortable than plate armor.

At the same time, this type of armor is also very important for Druids - because Druids are not supposed to wear metal armor. Digger Worm Armor perfectly fills the problem of Druids' lack of protection.

However, the production of this type of armor was extremely small, and in fact, it was almost non-existent on the market. But the discovery of hundreds of such rare treasures in a narrow earthen room would surely be a shocking event if word got out.

However, this is not the matter that Moti has to deal with at the moment.

He bent down and rummaged around in the corner of the room, and sure enough, he found a letter from his partner.

It was signed and dated, and asked him to go to a certain location to discuss the next cooperation.

The most infuriating thing is that Moti’s name is on the letterhead.

This is one of the ways the devil controls him.

But anyway, those idiots were probably killed by the lich in Trier.

Mo took a deep breath and crumpled the note into his dimensional bag.

That way, no one would find out that the empty room was his.

As for the armor here, he could only take away as much as he could, and the rest would have to be given to others.

Moti sighed, stuffed several pieces of burrowing worm armor into the dimensional bag with great effort, and then walked out.

At this moment, an old man's voice slowly echoed outside the open air: "Great, that's great. I always thought it was quite remarkable that River Forest equipped every druid with Diggerworm Armor."

"I'm truly short-sighted. It turns out that the tailors in our guild alone can stockpile hundreds of sets of Diggerworm armor. We even have ways to sell these armors elsewhere and make a killing."

"—Finally, we went to a nearby settlement and had a party, where we had a very satisfying time."

"You've occasionally returned to the River Forest over the past few years and shared that boring forest ranger life with us. You've worked really hard, Brother Moti."

Moti's body couldn't help but tremble, and he retreated step by step.

At the same time, Archdruid Woods squeezed into the empty room without mercy.

Behind the Archdruid was the entire Emya team.

Emiya shrugged. "Of course, this path is still very expensive. The devil is such a greedy race, they won't be satisfied with just a broker's fee."

Metatron carefully placed the leaf weaving in his hand back to his waist.

Moti had damaged some of his clothing on the sailboat. Using this medium, Emiya and the others perfectly located Moti's position, eavesdropped on all his actions, and precisely arrived near Moti just when he finally lost control.

Emiya clapped her hands and said, "Well, Mr. Moti, let me put it simply."

"Will you confess yourself, or will you let us blow your brains out?"

Wisdom of the Fifty-Nine Hells (I)

"No, no, no, no, wait, wait!"

In extreme panic and fear, Moti could no longer maintain his composure and stumbled and fell into the dungeon.

His teeth were already clashing uncontrollably, nearly biting his tongue. Even so, he still cried out, "Archdruid, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

Woods took a few steps forward indifferently. "It's a little too late to show weakness until the sharp teeth are at your throat."

"I... I am willing to accept punishment!" After saying this, Moti suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Wait a minute! I didn't betray the Ring Society! I just... went out to earn some extra money!"

Druids have never been known for their gentleness and understanding.

Fearing this was his last chance to speak, Moti spilled everything like a farmer drying his crops: "I didn't steal the Circle's property! I simply made some equipment myself using scraps from the Digger Worm armor!"

"Scrap?" Sig curled his lips and pointed at the pile of armor in the cavity. "You have too many scraps here."

At this time, Moti did not refute, but looked at the archdruid with pleading eyes.

The Archdruid walked to the Diggerworm Armor with some confusion, and lifted up a piece of armor to examine it carefully.

Then, his brows relaxed slightly, he nodded slightly, and then glanced at Emiya and his group unconsciously.

[Not good, not good!] Sig cried in his mind, [This Moti is definitely connected to the devil, but he might not have done any harm to Huan. If that happens, the old bastard might turn against us after seeing the money!]

It was also the first time for everyone present to see the druid's homemade digger armor, but the style was very different from what Emiya had expected.

Emilia had thought that this kind of armor made of shells would be quite rough and bold.

To put it in a more EQ way, it is more in line with the aesthetic of a druid.

When it comes to clothing, it's best to minimize artificial elements, even going so far as to simply grow a whole shell onto the body. Extracting plant fibers and reweaving them—this might not be taboo, but it's certainly unwelcome.

But the armor in front of him was not of this style at all - on the contrary, it was extremely ingenious.

The designer obviously racked his brains in the use of materials.

If Emilia were to comment, he would say that this armor is a work of art.

The burrowing worm is a rather large creature, comparable to a whale, and its carapace is naturally astonishingly large.

To the point where a single piece of carapace is several men tall, it would take a lot of thought for a druid to make perfect use of this carapace.

In the case of insufficient technology, there will be serious waste.

They might have cut off large pieces of carapace, or perhaps they had only removed those that were just large enough. Everything else was considered scraps and discarded—even if the actual mass of the so-called scraps was much greater.

Regardless, they might be able to remove the burrowing worm's shell intact and quickly, but they definitely lack the ability to effectively utilize the burrowing worm's shell. Or rather, no one has been able to do this before.

Woods had obviously thought of this as well. He shook the armor in his hand and said, "Moti, did you make this yourself?"

Moti hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "...Yes! From design to production, I did it all myself."

As if to claim credit, he continued, "Originally, a single burrowing worm corpse could only be made into one suit of armor. But if I were given a complete corpse, I could make six sets. It takes about ten days to make one suit of armor. This craft isn't simple, but it's not impossible to learn."

"Besides, I've also used this armor to exchange for favors with other ring associations! It's not just for selling!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Woods' face, while Emilia thought to herself that something was wrong.

This cannot continue.

If negotiations turned into a tussle between them and the Archdruid, it would be a disaster. The home druids were always the most troublesome targets for negotiations, their stubbornness and obstinacy proportional to the lushness of the sacred forest. The current situation was treacherous and unpredictable, and the future battle with the devil might just be right next to the riverbank forest!

They have to cut off the archdruid's escape route!

Emiya glanced at Sig.

The bard understood, thought for a moment, then smiled broadly and said sarcastically, "I see. Compared to telling my colleagues to profit together, it's easier to cooperate with the devil. After all, the cost of cooperating with colleagues is too high, and you'll earn much less. But with the devil, all you have to do is sell your soul."

Woods was stunned for a moment.

In an instant, the corners of his slightly upturned mouth drooped, and his lips, which were about to open, were tightly pursed.

The smile turned into rage.

"—Do you think I'm a fool?! If you were just making and selling burrowworm armor, why would you collude with the devil? The Circle of Justice doesn't control druids that strictly. You're just selling a few sets of armor from your private collection every now and then. There's no way I'd find out!"

"Now you've colluded with the devil and stirred up such a shocking incident in the River Forest. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths just to sell armor?"

"Yes..." Moti's lips trembled a few times and he shouted, "They found me first! I was blackmailed! I didn't sell my soul, we were just cooperating!"

"Blackmail? Cooperation?!" The Archdruid swung the over ten kilograms of armor into a blurry shadow, slamming heavily into Morti's face. "A bed made of goose down or a beautiful succubus?"

"Alas, Archdruid, be gentle. I haven't finished my question. Spending healing spells on captives is too extravagant."

Sigurd stepped forward, blocking Moti's path. "Archdruid," he said, "I'd say this fellow Moti has finished his work. Next, how we deal with him depends, first, on how much more we can squeeze out of him... I mean, how much compensation he can offer. Secondly, it depends on whether he can help resolve the current difficulties. For example, can we extract the devil's secrets from him, eliminate these flaming red-skinned bats, and, by the way, drive these tin cans from Elturgard away from the riverside forest?"

"What to do with this Morti is up to you after you return to the forest. Once we're on your territory, you have the final say. There's no rush. Our only target is the devil, and we don't have any conflict of interest! The most we can do is ask for two pieces of armor for the priest and paladin in our team!"

"..." The Archdruid didn't answer immediately. He was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily. "Indeed. Let's deal with the most troublesome issue first... Moti, how far have you and the devil collaborated? How do we get in touch? What exactly is going on with this burrowing worm infestation? How much do you know?"

"explain!!!"

Moti swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "I... didn't dare to know too much. I really don't have a deep cooperation with the devil. I always thought it was just a business transaction - they helped me with the burrowing worm armor, and I helped cover up the traces of their burrowing worm research. So I just have a barrier stone that makes it easy to pass through, and I roughly know their range of activities, that's all! I don't know anything else!"

This is enough.

Emiya asked, "Tell me, where exactly are they operating?"

"...northeast of here, in the burrowing worm's nest."