Equipment Printing School Mage
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"boom!"
Bayer, who had just been arrogant, suddenly knelt on the ground again, his head almost buried in the ground. "I swear I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely did not give the key to that wizard named Emiya! I'll check the warehouse immediately!"
He was about to get up when Asmodeus said, "Don't pack. You know your boxes are empty. But they should be in Zariel's warehouse, right?"
Bayer swallowed his saliva: "...My Lord knows everything."
"...What a terrifying talent." For the first time, hesitation appeared on Asmodeus's face. He leaned forward slightly, as if to see Emilia's face more clearly. "...How tempting."
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"…This, multiple divine artifacts…"
Christine's composure finally came to an end when Emilia pulled out multiple debt collectors.
The assassins of the Behind-the-Scenes who were stationed at Baldur's Gate were almost wiped out there, and their equipment naturally fell into Emya's hands.
Christine looked troubled. "...Multiple identical artifacts... We're collecting knowledge, after all... so we probably can't count them twice...?"
Emiya coughed lightly. "Really? Are these artifacts the same? They simply have similar origins, both coming from the Behind Words sect of the Gods and Non-Gods. As for whether they are truly the same... well, we don't know."
Sig echoed the sentiment, "This is a divine artifact, and one that looks very similar. Examining them one by one won't be easy."
"Are you bargaining with me like a devil?" Christine was still hesitant, but the onlookers in the audience had already started to make a noise. "Great Reader! Candlekeep doesn't want us, but we do! Master Emiya! Are you selling this kind of artifact?"
Emilia turned around and retorted angrily to the people below: "You dare to use the devil's things? I won't sell them!"
At this moment, Oghma coughed lightly and said, "Alright, let's stop arguing about details here... Mr. Emiya, you probably still have a lot of interesting knowledge to share, but there shouldn't be any more artifacts, right?"
"No more." Emilia replied.
Zariel's sword, the Fearless, two weapons of the Gods Not Gods, Zariel's Warhammer, and the Soul Reaper's Dagger used to bind Silvershield's ancestors.
This was all that had been determined to be Level 4 knowledge. Also, this was pretty much all that was Level 4 knowledge that wouldn't reveal too much about them.
To put it bluntly, since he was sure of victory, he had to consider the subsequent impact.
A smile spread across Oghma's face. He stepped forward and shook Amya's hand warmly. "Well, at this point, the score in the Ritual of Truth is no longer that important. 1000 points? 2000 points? Perhaps it will take the next winner a thousand years to surpass that score. At this point, even Candlekeep may not be able to respond to your needs. So, Mr. Amya, you might as well speak frankly—"
"Besides the enchanted runes, what else do you need?"
"First of all, I certainly hope that we can come and go freely in Candlekeep from now on, without having to hand in books every time we come like other visitors."
Oghma glanced at Mars beside him and sighed, "Permanent... This is an unprecedented precedent, that's all. This requirement won't exhaust your points. Anything else?"
Emiya was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice: "...Lord Oghma."
"Lord Elminster has contacted me. He hopes to allow Miss Xinbu to recuperate in Candlekeep temporarily. He will also be coming to Candlekeep soon."
"...I can't agree to this matter lightly. Although we are allies, we must inform Candlekeep in advance." A smile appeared on Oghma's face. "Also, I have a question."
"Emmia of Lunya, will you stay at Candlekeep permanently from now on?"
"Not as a guest, not as an advisor," Oghma said seriously.
"But as, I, Oghma, the Lord of Knowledge..."
"【voter】."
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Ninety-three rejections
voter.
Receive blessings from the gods and become one of the gods' most important representatives in the mortal world.
Even though the Chosen might not be exceptionally powerful, it was still a position that countless powerful priests and paladins coveted. It could even be said that the very identity of the Chosen might be more important than the blessings received.
"Are you serious?!"
The question came so suddenly that Mars and Christine were right beside him.
In this situation, Emiya shouted almost reflexively: "I don't think I have the qualifications to be the chosen one of the God of Knowledge!"
He and Oghma hadn't known each other for long. Besides, he knew himself very well—
He has absolutely no respect for knowledge and his purpose of learning is extremely utilitarian.
He may devote all his energy to learning something, but the only reason for doing so is that it is useful and has relatively short-term benefits.
Spending the rest of his life buried in books like the monks of Candlekeep, studying things that might only be needed by someone hundreds of years from now...this was definitely not his life goal.
At the same time, for some unknown reason, he glanced at Yin.
The silver-haired girl, who was originally daydreaming, now had completely lost focus, as if she couldn't understand what Oghma said.
Others had mixed reactions. It wasn't clear if this was Oghma's idea; even the great reader, Christine, was shocked.
"Ha!" Oghma waved his hand, as if he was genuinely joking. "Don't take it too seriously. You're not a believer in knowledge. I've known that for a long time. The Chosen Ones are the representatives of the gods, and their choice shouldn't be so abrupt."
This statement cooled the situation, which was about to explode. The people present breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, the position of voters should not be given so hastily.
After hearing the next sentence, Emilia felt the cold sweat that had not yet dried suddenly flow down.
"Will you be the Chosen One of Gond?" said Oghma.
Oghma, the god of knowledge, and Tyr, the god of justice.
These two are the most skilled in negotiations and treaties among the orthodox gods.
With just one sentence, Oghma blocked Emiya's dead end - all the arguments and thoughts used to refute him just now turned into boomerangs and hit Emiya in the face.
Emilia and Gunde have a good relationship, and at one point, Emilia even received great help from Gunde and even had a head-on confrontation with him.
To be honest, there is absolutely no problem with Emya becoming an elector of Gond.
If he were alone now, he might even agree to it.
However, he now had a guess - if his guess was correct, then he could only accept the invitation of one god, Selûne, at most.
Emiya felt that the flow of time had slowed down, and the itchiness left by the sweat running across her skin suddenly became so clear.
He couldn't possibly be angry—even if Tyr were to judge, the Chosen Ones would be nothing more than a near-free gift. Each Chosen One, no matter which one, always had great freedom of action and was not a puppet of the gods.
It was difficult for him to refuse at this time, both emotionally and logically.
He couldn't even ask his teammates for help at this moment—anyone who stood in front of Emiya would be directly offending the gods. Emiya couldn't do such a thing as pushing someone into the fire pit.
At this moment, a voice sounded.
Angry, determined, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Oh, I don't agree."
Yin, who usually stayed out of such matters, stepped forward without hesitation, a rare expression of anger on her pretty face. She grabbed Emiya's hand without hesitation and dragged him away from Oghma.
She didn't even want to use any words to cover it up.
Oghma was a master negotiator, but he had never expected someone to respond in front of a god with such a shady, table-throwing response. He shook his head, laughing at the sheer absurdity of the scene. "Why? Do you know who I am?"
"What's your business? I don't know, what's my business." Yin answered Oghma's two questions bluntly, as if Oghma was not a god. "Are you familiar with me? Are you familiar with Emmia?"
Emiya looked at the silver's shining hair in astonishment, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind.
He raised his head suddenly, trying to hide the silver behind his back. "...Lord Oghma, please allow me to ask a question: Can the qualifications of the elect be converted into cash?"
Oghma didn't take Yin seriously. Instead, he looked him up and down. Instead of answering immediately, he laughed out loud: "I know what you're thinking, but I still have to say: Of course not."
Emiya grabbed Yin's hand, stopping her from pressing forward. She then said, "Yin disagrees because it's unfair! Although I'm the captain and receive all the honors, I know full well that our achievements are the result of the entire team's efforts. If one person were missing from the team, I'd probably be dead long ago. Our team has always shared all rewards equally. I can't take a reward of this level, the Chosen One's Blessing, all for myself."
Sig's lips trembled, and he finally sighed quietly.
This was truly a risky pursuit of wealth and honor—one could even say there was too much loyalty involved. Emiya's money was hot to the touch.
She leaned over to Emya and asked Oghma knowingly, "Lord God of Knowledge, I'm a mortal, so I'm asking directly: Can the electorate be divided equally among the five of us? Or, can it be cashed out? Our team's contract clearly states that the team's income will be redistributed after becoming public property."
Although this was a complete lie - but since Emilia didn't want to be the one, she had no choice but to take the blame.
In either case, it was a clear denial. Not even Oghma could answer these questions.
All five of them are voters? One of the sources of honor for voters is their scarcity, so naturally, they cannot be given away so generously.
As for the discount?
Just kidding, it’s not impossible for the believers and priests in Faerun to convert!
"...this bargaining trick..." Oghma sighed - he kind of understood why Lathander didn't come to Eltoril. Some things really can only be done and not said.
Christine and Mars were in an unprecedented awkward situation at the moment - they could only look around but couldn't say a word to ease the situation.
At this time, no matter which side you speak on, it will not improve the situation in the slightest.
At that moment, the door to their room burst open, and Thom's heroic voice suddenly rang out: "Well, our Lord God of Knowledge, we've caught you red-handed! We were patrolling outside, and you were trying to steal our room?"
In an instant, the tense atmosphere disappeared without a trace.
Thom strode into the room, unceremoniously put his arm around Oghma's shoulders, and even tugged at his beard, intentionally or unintentionally. "Lord Oghma, we just signed the alliance yesterday, and today you're here to poach us. If you succeed, we, the Three Pillars of Justice, will have to contact you first whenever we want to order weapons and equipment for our followers. We'll owe you a favor... You're just wishful thinking, aren't you?"
"I hate it most when people misuse concepts!" Oghma blew his beard and glared, "Poaching people? Is Emya from your church? Even if I poach people, I'm poaching people from the Harpers and the Church of Mystra. What does this have to do with you?"
Thom chuckled. "When we formed our alliance, we clearly stated our interest in Emya. The Three Pillars Church is open to him. He can choose whoever he wants. And now you're contacting him privately. Doesn't that count as poaching?"
"Huh?!" Yin keenly caught a key word, turned around alertly, hugged Emiya's chest, and kept dragging him back, "Why are there three more?! What's so good about him!"
Sig rolled his eyes and muttered softly, "Then why don't you let go..."
But others paid attention to more important words.
“…Covenant?!”
What Tom and Tyr said casually was earth-shattering.
All the mortals present were shocked.
The Oghma pantheon is not a church known for chivalry, but the Three Pillars of Justice are most famous for their hatred of evil - how are these two connected?
"Ahem..." Oghma coughed lightly and simply let the previous small conflict go.
His expression grew serious. "Simply—we believe the decades-long truce is over. Battles like the one at Eltoril are merely the precursor to another great holy war. If the churches continue to fight on their own, seeking allies only when disaster strikes, they will likely perish without a burial place."
Tyr also walked in and said, "So, we have already made an alliance. More accurately, it is a defensive alliance signed between two pre-existing alliances, which can be regarded as a merger to a certain extent."
Oghma pretended the previous conflict with Emya had never occurred and said calmly, "Selûne and I, and Selûne on behalf of the yet-to-be-resurrected Mystara, have always been allies. Now, we have officially formed a defensive alliance with the Three Pillars of Justice—"
Tyr silently placed his remaining arm on Oghma's other shoulder. "And now, at this very moment, our new ally is trying to poach the most sought-after master craftsman? Lord Oghma... you're being a little too hasty."
The two good gods were not polite at all. They directly stood up Ogma and said, "Alright everyone, we just remembered that many clauses in our covenant are still open to discussion. We haven't signed the final agreement yet. Mr. Ogma, wait until this matter is settled before you consider looking for the voters!"
Looking at the dissatisfaction on the faces of the two Pillars of Justice, it was clear that this treaty would most likely not be finalized in a day or two.
Divine power surged from the two avatars, and the barrier between the material plane and the outer planes was about to be destroyed. Seeing that he was about to be forcibly dragged away, Oghma raised his arms and said, "I have one last word—"
"Then tell me quickly. The covenant is of the utmost importance, and we can't waste a moment!"
Tyr and Torm pushed Oghma, preparing to take him out of the material plane. Oghma could only speak faster, shouting, "Emmya, although you are a harpist, you should not easily get involved in the resurrection of the goddess of magic! It may be the biggest vortex since the elven civil war. Countless forces will fight to the death in it. Even the most powerful wizard may fall at any time!"
"Unlike other gods, there are three goddesses of magic!"
Ninety-four Summits of Truth
"Now, we announce the final results of the Ritual of Truth!"
"First place goes to Team Emia of Lunya. They have achieved unprecedented feats. As true heroes during the Rite of Truth, they have made indelible and immense contributions to the protection of the land, its people, and the world. The quality and quantity of knowledge they have contributed is unprecedented."
"They successfully completed a Level 4 bounty: They successfully confirmed that the increased demonic activity and the widespread possession of divine magic are likely related to the rebellion of Azuth, the God of Mages. They received a reward equivalent to two Level 4 knowledge items: 400 points."
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