Equipment Printing School Mage

He had no intention of bullying anyone, but was rather polite to the point of being reserved: "Good day, sir, what is your name?"

Emilia's expression remained unchanged as she replied, "Just call me Emilia."

The burly man's visor rose and fell. "Mr. Aimiya, I agree with your opinion on the spoils. However, now we have something... I hope you can give an answer."

The burly man straightened up, he hadn't even taken off his helmet yet.

The sturdy man leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on the counter, while the other hand was placed on his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

The bloody smell left by the battle had not yet been completely washed away by him. The moment he approached Emilia, the smell of blood immediately hit him in the face.

Apparently, it was this strong man who cut the armor and its original owner into two pieces with one sword.

Emilia is just a mortal, and if she were to face the same sword, her fate would not be any better.

Although the giant spoke politely, he had no intention of lifting his visor.

This often represents unfriendliness and aggressiveness.

"Are you interested in working for the Hell Knights in Eltoril? The Hell Knights are willing to offer positions to anyone with experience and knowledge as a blacksmith. As a mage, you deserve an astonishing salary several times higher than that of your ordinary colleagues."

But what Emilia hates most is being forced.

Facing the shadow cast by the burly man, Emilia's eyes didn't even move. She simply replied, "No, I'm indeed interested in weapons and metal, but I don't want to become a cog in a war machine."

His teachers were keen on instilling knowledge of mysteries and history in him, but their teachings on geography and politics were seriously insufficient... or rather, seriously outdated. As a result, he still doesn't have a good understanding of his surroundings.

Hell Knight, this name sounds a bit dangerous.

Among the countless spells that a wizard can learn, there is one that is quite unpopular: Divine Craftsmanship.

This spell can usually only accomplish some relatively macroscopic material shaping, such as turning wood into a ladder or rock into a bridge. Such power can only be said to be mediocre among the countless miracles of the wizard.

But combined with his abilities, this spell would immediately undergo a qualitative change: not only could he try to turn iron ingots directly into armor and perform the most perfect casting, he even imagined artificially synthesizing alloys and even turning charcoal into diamonds.

This kind of magic that can create hundreds or thousands of times the profit out of thin air is enough to drive everyone crazy.

It has unlimited potential, but it also has its own dangers, so he doesn't want to expose it to others so easily.

The world was too big, and he was too weak. Besides, he had no interest in helping others count money.

The burly man raised his head slightly. "You should reconsider this. I promise that Eltoril will make you an offer you can't refuse."

Leon, standing by, couldn't help but say, "For a talent like you, we Hell Knights will spare no expense...even if it means bringing all your friends and relatives to Eltoril!"

It's more of a threat than a persuasion.

When the strong man heard these words, his body trembled, but in the end he did nothing.

“…” After hearing these words, Emiya’s face finally darkened.

Emiya didn't care about the true content of these words - because Emiya was not from this world at all.

Emiya is from Earth. He was originally just a student, but due to a magical accident, he was accidentally swept into this world. The only compensation his teacher can give him is the status of a magician's apprentice and careful guidance.

Now, he has left the Mage Tower and has lost contact with his teacher.

In other words, he was completely alone in the world. However, not being afraid of threats didn't mean he could just laugh off such hostility.

Inn guards were there to deal with common drunkards and hooligans. A fully armed warrior like this would only cause more casualties—he himself was a mage, so he was the most suitable person to handle this kind of situation.

Emiya's eyebrows rose and she tapped the table lightly: "Well, you should consider your own safety."

Emilia glanced at the sturdy man's waist and said, "With just one sword, he can break through armor and behead someone. It looks amazing. But it's just an appearance."

"You're using an ordinary half-hand sword. Its material, shape... no matter what, it's not suitable for breaking armor, let alone for a strong man like you."

"Now, what you have in your scabbard is actually a piece of scrap metal with a bent blade. You have no weapon, and if you want to cause trouble in the Friendly Arms with your bare hands, you should think again."

With just one glance, Emiya came to a definite conclusion.

Since the two people in front of him spoke rudely, he naturally had no interest in playing cozy with them.

"Now, you only have two choices: be an ordinary guest, or be thrown out of the city gate."

"At the same time, I repeat—I have no interest in going to a place like El Toril."

This answer made Leon, who was standing beside him, stunned for a moment. The sturdy young man thought about it for a moment, and his eyebrows immediately raised.

He immediately rushed forward and slammed his fist on the counter. The account books and ink on the counter suddenly jumped slightly at the impact.

Amid the muffled sound of metal colliding with the wooden table, some guests began to quietly stand up, holding their breath, and moving towards the door step by step, for fear of attracting the attention of the two soldiers.

Lion obviously didn't care what others thought, and he let out the loudest roar of the night: "You can refuse the invitation... but you can't treat us as ambitious villains like the Zhentarim!"

"I don't care. Besides, you have to pay for smashing the counter." Emilia supported Mo Shui and looked into the eyes of the furious young man expressionlessly.

If Leon is an angry lion, then Emilia is a sharp sword.

The two uninvited guests in front of her were very aggressive, and Emilia had no intention of backing down.

After a long stare, Leon finally took a deep breath and hid his anger under his eyelids.

The angry lion threw the bag roughly on the counter, making a clanking sound. "The money for the other spoils has not been paid yet."

As a result, the atmosphere became more solemn, and the sound of guests standing up could be heard continuously.

However, Emiya seemed oblivious to the unusual atmosphere. She counted the other spoils and pushed the heavy gold coins over in a businesslike manner. "25 gold coins in total. Anything else you need?"

Leon didn't answer, but simply slapped Emilia's hand away and snatched the purse.

The strong man sighed and turned away.

But halfway through, he turned his head and looked at Emilia deeply.

"He could tell the armor was made of a special material with just a touch of his hand, and he could tell from a distance that my sword was already damaged... I'm afraid this isn't a mage's ability, is it?"

Emiya was busy making entries in the account book without even looking up.

There was no way his information would be leaked to such an unfriendly person.

"……snort."

The burly man snorted coldly and prepared to turn and leave. Before leaving, he turned his helmet in the direction of his travel companion and said lightly, "Leon, let's part ways now."

"You can decide for yourself how to proceed."

After saying this, the strong man walked out of the hotel without looking back.

After his footsteps disappeared, the guests finally regained the courage to breathe.

Leon sat back at the table with a dark face, his back to Emilia, and said nothing.

The conflict was resolved, and the first floor of the hotel, where no one dared to speak up, finally became noisy again.

Just as Emilia finished writing the last line of the account, the sound of footsteps came from the stairwell behind her.

With the sound of light jumping, a pair of soft hands covered his eyes, and a familiar sweet voice sounded in his ears: "Guess who I am?"

Emilia did not move, but replied: "Cosette, please don't joke with me."

"You really have no sense of humor."

The hands covering his eyes loosened, and the young man turned around. What was reflected in his pupils was naturally the most popular waitress in the hotel.

She was pretty and wore a plaid skirt with a white linen shirt underneath - but like most waitresses, she had unbuttoned the top few buttons, revealing a large area of ​​white flesh on her chest.

However, her attire today was somewhat unusually solemn: for a woman like her, it was normal for her clothes to be wrinkled and askew after a busy day.

And her clothes now were so neat as if they had just left the hands of a tailor.

"You're finally here." Emilia said expressionlessly, "The new guests are waiting for you to take them to the guest room. It's the strong one over there."

"Another guest staying at the hotel? How strange! What kind of day is today? This hotel is already fully booked."

She glanced in Leon's direction and added, "—and they're all weirdos."

Cosette sighed, her hand brushing Emilia's waist intentionally or unintentionally, then she walked briskly to Leon's side, lowered her head and whispered a few words to him.

Cosette probably heard something and uttered a small cry of surprise, then laughed softly.

She walked to the beer barrel, took a full glass, and after a rustling sound, she came in front of Emilia.

"Come, Mr. Leon invited you."

"......?" Emiya frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious." Cosette pouted. "He seems to feel that his attitude is bad, but he is too embarrassed to apologize in person, so he asked me to do it."

"I don't drink. And..." Emilia glanced into the living room, "Mr. Leon doesn't seem like such a tolerant person."

"I don't care." Cosette held the wine glass and swirled the golden wine in front of him. "Only the boss can give guests free things, but the boss will not let you steal other people's things, let alone pour out good wine. I don't know what to do now.

"Anyway, you're just temporarily filling in for that idiot Sean's job, and your shift is about to end, so what's the harm in drinking a little?"

"...Okay." Emilia sighed, raised her glass and took a symbolic sip, "...I'll take the rest of the wine back."

Cosette's face lit up immediately, and she leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Are you sleepy after drinking? Do you want to sleep in my room?"

Emilia pushed her away unhappily. "I've said it many times before, I have my own room. Also, as always, please send a piece of berry pie to my room. I'll put the money in my salary."

"Do you need some hangover soup?" Cosette asked, moving closer. "Perhaps you'll fall asleep as soon as you get back to your room."

"I can't drink that badly."

However, the distance between the two was already close enough, and the girl's breath had already rushed into Emiya's nose, making him dizzy.

It's a bit strange that she didn't wear perfume today... She seemed to be wearing some when we met this morning.

Cosette seemed to notice his discomfort and said as she pushed him into the stairwell, "Lock the door, or we'll be seeing each other again soon!"

There were even sounds of flying kisses and guests cheering behind me.

"You don't need to tell me!"

Emilia stumbled into her room, holding on to the escalator, locked the door, and after putting the bottle of wine on the table, she lay back on the soft bed.

"...Hush...Shhh..."

He fell asleep immediately.

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"It turns out the boss wasn't bragging, his beer is really that good..."

When Emilia woke up from his coma, his first reaction was to admire the quality of the boss's homemade wine.

My limbs felt so heavy as if they were shackled, and it was extremely difficult to shake my body.

However, he soon realized that he had greatly misunderstood his condition.

A strong musty smell filled my nose, and the air was so polluted that it seemed as if it had not been ventilated for decades.

He just tried to stretch, and there was a metallic clanging sound on his wrist.

"……what?"

The environment was dark, but his limbs were indeed shackled with heavy shackles.

"what?!"

There are many strange things in the world. It can be said that hotels cheating guests is a sign of the decline of social morality, but it is still within the scope of imagination.

And he was actually caught in the hotel where he worked!

"Ah, you're finally awake." At that moment, a shadowy figure approached Emiya, only partially revealing its body—and between them, there were even prison bars. The shadowy figure's steps were accompanied by the clinking of metal rings.

The visitor said grimly, "Sir, guess who I am?"

The lighting in this space was very dim, and there seemed to be only a little firelight at the end of the corridor, so he could only see a slight outline of the man.

In a pitch-black environment, humans have no vision.

However, his voice did sound somewhat familiar... as if this voice had just argued with him not long ago.

At this moment, Emilia's face finally showed a little surprise: "You are...Leon?"

"Yes, it's me."

Leon snorted coldly: "Mr. Receptionist, let me ask you again, do you accept or not accept the invitation of the Hell Knight?"

Emya's face darkened and she shook the shackles on her hands: "I'm afraid even the Zhentarim will hire people, and they understand sincerity better than you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil guest who was originally outside the door opened the lock of the prison, walked in, and slapped him hard in the face.

"You better figure out your situation... or I wouldn't mind letting you drown in my piss."

I felt dizzy, my eyes were full of stars, and my tongue was bitten by my teeth, leaving a slightly fishy and sweet taste.