Equipment Printing School Mage
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"Young people should be more cautious..." Christine shook her head. "Although you didn't mean to do that, it only takes one conflict to go from close friends to enemies. You should be going to Candlekeep next, right? Don't be so careless."
"I'm so sorry!" Emilia could only take all the blame on herself.
"Since you're so indifferent, we'll have a little return of our gratitude." Christine smiled. "You were planning to have you and Mars attend the Ceremony of Truth together. And we've also added someone to preside over the Ceremony of Truth. You arrived too late, so you were the last person present to know."
"...A new one?" Emilia was stunned for a moment. "A new great reader has arrived at Candlekeep?"
"Heh." Christine smiled without saying anything.
Up ahead, Asul's speech was coming to an end.
"At this moment, please allow me to once again express my gratitude to all the participants!" Asur breathed a sigh of gratitude. "Even though I can't name all the heroes here due to space constraints, Hell Knight has recorded everyone's contributions in detail. The official rewards will be distributed starting tomorrow!"
Obviously, for adventurers, real money is the truly valuable thing. As soon as these words were spoken, the already heated atmosphere instantly reached a climax.
"Mr. Asul is generous!"
“Is there any extra bonus?”
Asul stretched out his hand and pressed it down, saying, "And today is also the last day for the Ritual of Truth!"
"Furthermore, at our invitation, Mr. Emia of Lunya will, in the presence of the Church of Oghma, disclose the knowledge he presented during this Ritual of Truth. This will even include the entire story of Elturgard. Please applaud and welcome him!"
Lunia's Emia had already gained considerable fame in Elturgard—the lightness and flexibility of the burrowing worm armor were clearly visible. Emia was also acquiring burrowing worm shells, becoming a financial backer for many adventurers. As a result, Emia's reputation among adventurers might even surpass that of the Hell Knights.
Asur stepped back to make room for the Church of Oghma.
However, at this time, in addition to the other members of the team and Christine, there was also an unexpected person.
When Emilia walked onto the stage and faced the huge crowd, he felt his entire body tingle with nervousness. Mars, standing next to him, was no different—this proud paladin rarely showed any signs of self-doubt.
Even Christine's reaction was similar: her face was unusually red from her uncontrollable excitement.
Simply because, the person next to her is the incarnation of Oghma, the God of Knowledge.
Oghma hadn't adjusted his appearance, and remained exactly the same as always. Of course, not every mortal knew the appearance of the gods' incarnations clearly—and the gods' incarnations were not fixed, but there were a few images that appeared most frequently.
Christine walked to the front of the group with a beaming smile and shouted, "The Ritual of Truth was once more of a platform for Candlekeep to communicate with the outside world. But today, the Ritual of Truth has the honor of being a witness to Elturgard's desperate struggle with adventurers and demons! The records you have left behind will be preserved in Candlekeep, becoming a significant part of history. Now, we, the Church of Oghma, will begin the final inventory!"
At this point, Emiya took a deep breath.
For most participants, every item that can make the Church of Oghma look up to them is something they have to go through untold hardships to obtain.
However, Emilia and her group, by chance, will break this convention.
He lowered his voice and said, "...Lord Oghma, the rewards for the Rite of Truth are usually only points. And Lord Christine has already told me that I can exchange 600 points for the existing enchantment runes in Candlekeep. But if I have far more points than 600, then the extra points..."
"Far more than 600 points?" Oghma shook his head upon hearing this. "I haven't been paying much attention to the progress in Eltoril, but one thing is certain. You may think that the many things you've seen and heard on this trip are priceless, but the final judgment is made by Christine."
You think your score is well over 600, but it may not be.
Emilia replied, "Just out of curiosity."
"Ha!" Oghma nodded and tugged at his beard. "What do you want? The Enchanting Runes Collection is already one of the most valuable collections in Candlekeep. Magic scrolls? I guess you don't need them."
"Yes. I don't need a spellbook," Emiya replied.
"..." Oghma smiled even more happily and tapped his forehead rudely, "I won't fall for this kind of provocation. When you can do it, we can talk in detail in Candlekeep."
Then, the God of Knowledge raised his voice: "Christine! Don't forget the fair judgment! I have prepared a great gift for him and Mars, but this gift cannot be given away casually!"
"Yes!" Christine shook her head and glared at Emilia fiercely.
I told you not to talk too much.
Emiya shook her head: "...Sir Christine, first, please allow us to hand over three items."
Emiya took out a box that had been prepared long ago from the dimensional bag. Mars took it and slowly opened it.
A nearly transparent ethereal dagger, a cane engraved with rubies, and a thick scripture.
"This is?"
Emiya replied, "First, we need to prove one thing—the Enemy of the Abyss sect of the Church of Torm that visited Eltoril some time ago has another identity."
"They are the Enemies of the Abyss sect of the Gods-Not-Gods Society. So far, we can confirm that the Gods-Not-Gods Society can be said to be subordinates of the devil. The Enemies of the Abyss sect is suspected to be subordinates of Zariel."
"At the same time, another major sect within the Gods and Non-Gods Society is the Speech of the Afterlife sect. This sect is suspected to be subordinate to Mephistopheles."
Emilia held up the canon. "This canon is the spoils we obtained from killing the Archbishop of the Enemy of the Abyss. I believe this canon and the notes written by the Archbishop himself are enough to prove this. If further proof is needed, we can provide a guarantee first."
Mars said calmly, "This incorporeal dagger is called the Debtor. It's the weapon of the high-ranking Posthumous Assassin and a true artifact. This scepter is also the weapon of the Archbishop of the Enemy of the Abyss—it's also an artifact."
"Two sacred artifacts, and the exhumation of the roots of a mysterious sect and their official scripture."
"Two artifacts are worth 200 points each. These two artifacts and the Scripture also verify that the gods are not members of the God Society. I think we should have already earned 600 points?"
Author's Note: Regarding the recurring problem of missing characters in this book, it's because I often unfinish a paragraph, get inspired to write the next part, and then forget where I left off. Unfortunately, my usual proofreading software doesn't address this issue. I just used gpt and wrote a small program specifically to check for these missing characters. Hopefully, it won't happen again in the future.
I'm so sorry!
Exam, one day off
I'm cramming before the exam, so I can't keep updating for now. I might be able to catch up after the exam on Friday.
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Ninety-two invitations
Far away in the material plane, Eltoril has become a sea of joy.
Demons have a very bad reputation in the material plane, and on top of that, they are also known for their cunning and insidiousness.
The failure of a conspirator like this is always a popular sight. Every time Emilia produced a piece of loot from the battle, the onlookers held their breath. When the origins of these items were explained, Eltoril erupted in cheers.
Those who watched this celebration were not only the people of Eltoril, but also the devils of Hell far below.
The devil king Asmodeus was sitting quietly on the throne at this moment, wearing a luxurious close-fitting robe, with his chin resting on his hand and looking at the center of the palace.
There, the final scene of the Ceremony of Truth was being broadcast.
"Perhaps we should work overtime to make a batch of my own statues and sell some clown masks to go with them," Asmodeus said leisurely. "That way, they'll probably sell well in Elturgard. If we add some wooden needles, we can also make some money from Verdusk—there are probably plenty of people who want to laugh at the foolish Lord of the Nine Hells, and even more farmers who will curse me for ruining their autumn harvest."
The Devil King was even in the mood to joke.
Zariel had returned to normal by now. She knelt on one knee, bowed her head and said nothing.
Bayer pressed his head firmly to the ground. The sturdy body of the Pit Fiend huddled up like a quail, and he trembled as he said, "...Your subordinate, I am guilty of the death penalty."
"Oh, what crime?" Asmodeus asked with a smile.
"I was too clever. I should have prioritized the redemption of Grand Duke Zariel, but I changed the plan on my own initiative, resulting in irreversible consequences," Bayer said. "I am willing to take full responsibility for this, even if it means returning to being a lemure. It's all my fault."
"You've indeed made a grave mistake," Asmodeus snorted coldly. "When you see so many avatars around you, you should abandon any conspiracy. The benevolent gods simply advocate aiding the weak, not being rigid. Any tricks you take will become an excuse for them to strike."
"You had initially backed off, but when you saw that the person leading the negotiations was none other than Emiya from Lunya, a young man in his early twenties, you became interested again. You felt that with his intelligence, he wouldn't be your opponent."
Asmodeus stood up, walked to Bayer, and struck Bayer's head hard with his ruby cane. "Your mindset has changed. You wouldn't have taken such risks when you were the Grand Duke. Higher returns mean higher risks. You're actually very lucky, because you still got the returns, rescued Zariel, and even preserved the souls of generations of Eltoril people—"
This was clearly a compliment, but Bayer wanted to stick his head into the ground.
However, Asmodeus walked back to the throne and said calmly, "Now, Eltoril is singing and dancing, and Mr. Bile has completed his task perfectly. In this zero-sum world, who pays the price?"
"Probably Azuth," the Demon King's voice lacked rhythm. "Our relationship has been exposed to the pillars of the good gods. It's like the curtain has suddenly been lifted, and we've suddenly moved from the back of the stage to the center."
This time, Bayer really didn't even dare to breathe - the one who paid the greatest price was, of course, Asmodeus himself.
"...and more." Asmodeus knocked on his seat.
At this moment, Emiya's voice rang out again from the distant projection: "First of all, let me clarify, I wasn't the one who captured Zariel alive. However, the spoils of that battle are indeed here. This is Zariel's hammer, Matalotok, a divine artifact... Mars, please help lift it; it's too heavy. Dear reader, Kristen, is there any magical equipment that has been destroyed by the Disintegration Technique?"
"That's only third-level knowledge... How come there's armor? How did you strip the armor off a petrified creature?!"
The questions and answers from afar made Asmodeus silent for a moment. He glanced at Zariel, who was wearing a cloth robe.
The fallen angel's mouth twitched, and he glared at Emiya angrily before saying bluntly, "I accept the punishment willingly. From now on, I will never leave the outer layer again and will focus solely on the bloody battle."
"I'm afraid this is not enough." Asmodeus said calmly.
He tapped the floor with his cane. "Byer, your action this time was not perfect. Do you admit it?"
Bayer's voice trembled in a rare moment: "I am willing to take responsibility for the consequences I have caused!"
"Well," Asmodeus said, "I told you that if you had done your job perfectly, you would have taken Zariel's place. You missed your chance."
"Yes."
Asmodeus said, "Then let us deal with these two matters together. Zariel, you want to focus on the bloody battle, and I happen to do the same."
"Bail." The Demon King closed his eyes and glanced sideways. "Then, as the logistics director of Avernus, you will be responsible for more work."
"...?!" Bayer had already prepared himself to spend tens of thousands of years to recover, but upon hearing this news, he looked up in astonishment and couldn't help but cry out, "My Lord, I am..."
Zariel pursed his lips.
"Don't interrupt me," Asmodeus said. "From now on, the harvesting and transformation of Avernus's soul will also be your responsibility."
For the devil, it was almost as if Bayer controlled all the logistics of Avernus, and Zariel fell from absolute ruler to a mere commander. Perhaps Bayer had not yet replaced Zariel's position, after all, the position of Blood Battle Commander was important enough.
He is already satisfied enough to be able to land safely and even get promoted!
"I know." Asmodeus waved his hand. "The loss of Xinbu isn't as damaging as you think. First, Xinbu has long been insane. Even if they bring her back, she'll just be a burden. Second, bringing her back to the material plane... is what I wanted to do."
Asmodeus' voice betrayed a rare hint of melancholy. "The Silver Fire is merely a channel of power, not the power itself... I should have guessed that."
Suddenly rising from hell to heaven—perhaps it should be the other way around for the devil—Byer, who had thought he would be severely punished, was ecstatic, his face almost bursting with laughter: "—I will definitely live up to your trust!!!"
Bayer didn't even consider what Asmodeus was mumbling to himself—he knew his own limitations perfectly well. Curiosity was too much of a luxury for him.
"Very good. From now on, you two will advance and retreat together in Avernus. I will not deal with either of you separately again. Is this clear enough?"
The two great devils lowered their heads at the same time.
"Yes," Bayer replied, then realized something and said hesitantly, "Then, my Lord... what strategy should I adopt towards Eimia in Lunya?"
At almost the same time, Emiya's journey through the Ritual of Truth was also nearing its end.
Emiya solemnly took out the azure giant sword and placed it in front of everyone. "This giant sword was the Fearless, which was Zariel's sword before his fall. We are lucky to have found Zariel's former sword. And this giant sword also played a crucial role in the final battle..."
In an instant, the palace of the King of Hell fell into absolute silence.
Asmodeus stood up in shock for the first time: "—The Fearless? How did he still have this sword?!"
The Companion Sun had been destroyed, that was certain. While waiting for the negotiations, Mr. Emiya even used the celestial steel gifted by the Three Pillars of Justice to forge a new Companion Sun and hung it in the sky! And when that new Companion Sun was destroyed by Azuth's self-detonation, he immediately created another one.
In this case, the only thing that can destroy the Companion Sun is Zariel's own weapon.
The Fearless is still there, so what did Emiya use to destroy the Companion?
Zariel's face turned pale, and he spoke uncomfortably, "He seems to have the ability to copy other people's weapons... Right before my eyes, he and the Forsaken produced at least two Dreadnoughts. Now it seems those Dreadnoughts were all fakes."
As to why the fake has the power of the real thing, that is unknown.
Confirming his safety, Bayer finally dared to speak. However, before launching into his attack, he knelt even deeper. "My Lord, I swear to the Styx that I created the Companion Sun based solely on Zariel's instructions. Only she and I can create a key that can break or open it!"
-So, if anything goes wrong, it will definitely be Zariel's fault.
At this moment, there was new movement in the Ritual of Truth.
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Mr. Emiya, who had earned another 200 points, showed a rare hint of hesitation when he thought of his next item. "Come to think of it, I actually have a piece of knowledge that might not be so reliable... maybe the first one tonight that really needs to be verified."
Christine added another 200 points for Fearless to Emiya's scorebook with an indescribable look on her face.
——The score obtained by Emiya and his group is about to exceed the total score of all the winners of the Ritual of Truth in history.
The last participant to achieve this happened to be the winner of the previous session - that guy used various tricks to collect some miracles left over from the turbulent years and got an unprecedented score.
And now, this score has been halved by Emiya and his team.
In the usual Ritual of Truth, even a fourth-level piece of knowledge was rarely seen. And Emiya was handling the artifact as casually as if it were a fake item from a street vendor, which made Christine's eyes go dark.
He had already produced five unique artifacts! These weren't just leftover miracles, but true artifacts!
This was outrageous. The first time she had ever seen a divine artifact was when she saw the Blood of Lathander a few days ago! And in just a few minutes, Emya had produced five divine artifacts! Five!
Christine could bluntly predict that the vast majority of people present might not even see the sixth artifact in their remaining lives!
She said weakly, "Just tell me what you want to say. My heart is not that fragile."
Emiya replied, "Actually, after I collected the shattered fragments of the Companion Sun, I was able to create those replicas... because my companions and I had already restored the old Companion Sun. It was an evil object made of hell steel, but I only created a replica without magical effects. But I am confident that the structure is accurate enough..."
"This..." Christine looked troubled, "After all, the original is gone now..."
"So I'm just asking." Emiya sighed and took out a few heavy adamantine keys from the dimensional bag. "It seems that these keys are useless."
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