Equipment Printing School Mage
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The two good gods have dragged Oghma, the god of knowledge, away to discuss the details of the covenant again, and Eltoril has returned to the mortal realm.
But the expression on Christine's face was not very good -
She witnessed multiple divine descents, and she also saw a mortal personally reject the invitation of the gods.
——Moreover, it was the God she believed in.
With the two combined, Christine's eyes became extremely complicated.
She sighed, her high spirits waning.
"In addition, they completed almost all of the third-level bounties from this Ritual of Truth: they confirmed the current status of the two druid circles, Riverside Forest and Sharptooth Forest. In fact, the archdruids of both circles participated in this great battle. Furthermore, both archdruids agreed to count the rewards of these two bounties onto the Emya team.
"They found a scale from a singing dragon. Identification revealed that the scale fell off approximately twenty years ago. This suggests that this mysterious race still roams among mortals and has not yet become extinct.
"They successfully found the connection between the Gods-Not-Gods Society and the devil, and linked many recent events to the Gods-Not-Gods Society."
"Finally, they successfully discovered Eltoril's secret—" As he finished his sentence, Christine gave Emya a long look. "Now there's another Level 3 bounty: How is the Church of Gund at Baldur's Gate doing with their research on gunpowder?"
Emilia, having nearly been riddled with bullets, was naturally well aware of this, but knowing it didn't mean he would speak.
"...You are a priest of the Church of Oghma. If you are interested in this, you can go to Baldur's Gate and ask yourself." He replied.
"Of course we tried, and the answer was straightforward: we'd allow the printing press, and they'd release the formula for gunpowder," Christine replied. "Unfortunately, neither side was willing to compromise."
Christine took a deep breath: "So, the final result!"
"Team Emia's bounties totaled 2600 points. Adding all the knowledge Team Emia submitted previously, the total earned is—3520 points!"
This score was truly astonishing. Many of those present had participated in the Rite of Truth, but most hadn't even achieved a single level of third-level knowledge. Coupled with the demonic worries, many simply didn't invest any effort in this area.
The Emiya team was clearly the one who had contributed so much to the Demon War. In the square alone, there were at least dozens of teams wearing Emiya's burrowing worm armor. How could Emiya accomplish so much at once?!
If someone else with a high and mighty attitude gets this position, there will inevitably be some people who will say something sarcastic.
But Emiya was different—not only did he guarantee the quality and quantity of the items he sold, he even offered discounts! Although Emiya's words weren't exactly a gentle breeze, compared to his usually arrogant colleagues, his approachability was enough to bring the adventurers to tears.
Jealous? Just ask the master to give them some time!
"Then in second place is the Norwich team from Candlekeep, with a total of 440 points! Because the scores of the other teams were very close, the Church of Oghma will not list them here. We will post the complete list in the new administrative district tonight. You can check it out. In addition, I will remain in Eltoril for another month. Anyone who wants to consult or copy the scores can visit me at that time."
Even though the Rising Sun Sect even offered the church's most precious artifact to support Norwich, in the end, their score was not even a fraction of Team Emia's!
The originally noisy square fell silent, and then earth-shaking laughter broke out.
The Church of Lathander enjoyed a good reputation among adventurers, but the same couldn't be said for the Cult of the Rising Sun. In Eltoril, the Cult of the Rising Sun had looked down upon many. Seeing the Cult of the Rising Sun in trouble, they suddenly became more excited and began to look around, trying to find these arrogant individuals in the crowd.
Christine looked at the chaotic square, took a step back, and said, "I hereby declare that the Ritual of Truth is officially over! I will return to the New Administrative District. Friends who wish to consult please go there immediately!"
Amid the clamor, Christine pulled out a crystal book from her waist and placed it solemnly in Amiya's hand. "Congratulations, Mr. Amiya. This is proof of your victory in the Ritual of Truth. This book is your team's certificate for entering Candlekeep. With this book, you will be granted a one-time one-month visit, and there will no longer be a one-month interval between visits. During this month, except for the private areas of the various churches, the entire Candlekeep will be open to you. The six books awarded as champions are still in Candlekeep."
The so-called permanent access rights... obviously also need to be redeemed in person at Candlekeep.
Emilia said with some difficulty: "Judging from the time, it seems that you will not return to Candlekeep immediately?"
Wouldn't that mean they wouldn't be able to meet any familiar high-ranking officials in Candleburg?
Christine was silent for a moment, then patted Emilia's shoulder sympathetically. "If you had agreed to our Lord's request, wouldn't you have been troubled? Now, you can only wish for the best."
The Arena of Ninety-Five Gods
The bustling day finally came to an end, and Team Emia finally had a chance to rest.
Some adventurers are eager to find Priest Oghma to find clues for the next adventure, while others are eager to find Emya to order the last batch of weapons and equipment.
Fortunately, Emiya Production...it can even be said that printing weapons and equipment has become more and more familiar, and they have arranged for unified production in advance, and they have successfully completed all the orders before nightfall.
Thus, their team's assets were enriched with a huge amount of money.
However, even so, the greediest person in the team still felt that he had lost out.
"Ahhhh! Those devils!" Sig screamed, clutching his head. "Where's the promised 80 million gold coins in compensation?! I don't have any control over that information, but where's the money! Where's the money!!"
"I don't understand at all." Yin replied muffledly, holding the book. "Right now, the speed at which you spend money can't keep up with the speed at which Emiya makes money."
"That's now." Sig immediately restrained the expression on his face and walked to Yin's side with a mischievous look on his face.
Their team hadn't gathered together in the inn to rest. Now, it was Sig who slipped into Yin's room under the cover of night.
Of course, Sig knew Yin didn't care about money at all. When it came to material desires, Sig and Yin were polar opposites. Emiya simply had a certain righteous aloofness and stubbornness, while Yin didn't seem to have ever lived in the human world.
However, after today's conflict, Sig finally discovered Yin's possible weakness.
If it were before, Xige would not easily communicate with Yin alone - she had no idea what Yin was thinking.
The poet coughed lightly and said, "Miss Yin, how long do you think our team can last?"
"Snapped."
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the spellbook slipped from Yin's hand and fell on her knees with a muffled sound.
The silver-haired girl raised her head. "What do you mean? Didn't Emiya reject Oghma?"
Sig shook his head. "It's just a rejection now! But this is a sign! As long as Emiya is still active, his talents will be known to more and more people. After all, our team is free to come and go, and we all have similar goals, so the members are stable. But in reality, anyone can leave at any time.
"If you ask me, the whole team revolves around Emiya. Without him taking the lead, everyone might go their separate ways at any time."
The poet clapped his hands unceremoniously. "We're not childhood sweethearts; we're just casual acquaintances. But none of us are weaklings. Take Miss Elaster, for example. A high-ranking priest like her could preside over a church anywhere. Mars could easily become a deputy commander of the Knights of Hell.
"After all, adventures don't necessarily last long. It's normal to go your separate ways after achieving success. In fact, the income and fame we've earned far exceed this standard. If we continue, we'll just attract the wind."
"I don't think someone like Emia, who's already being recruited by several gods, will stay for long. In other words, our team will probably be disbanded soon—and by then, those who want Emia may not be willing to pack up our entire team and go with her."
For some reason, Sig felt that the temperature in the room seemed to have risen a little unconsciously.
Yin was silent for a long time before he finally raised his head: "You came to me because you have a solution. What do you want?"
Ah. Sig's brows furrowed.
——As expected, Gin just doesn't like to use his brain. In fact, when it comes to intelligence, his wit is one of the best in the team.
"That's nothing." Sig leaned forward. "It's just the share that you... uh, I messed up..."
Originally, during the dispute over the Sunshine Sword, Yin used the beauty trap, but because she was too greedy, the already dizzy Emiya suddenly woke up.
If the job is not done, the share of the profits will naturally be lost.
Yin's face was full of understanding. "Well, that's no problem. But it has to succeed. But what can you do? I don't think Emiya will fall for it again."
"No?" Sig jumped in front of Yin. "Don't be ridiculous. Just look at your face. If you're a little more proactive and dress up a little, he'll definitely surrender! First of all, this dress!"
The poet rubbed his hands in anticipation: "This dress is too loose. It doesn't show any of your body curves. It makes you look really fat."
As he spoke, Sig reached out and covered Yin's waist.
She had never dared to be so presumptuous with Yin before. But now that she was using the beauty trap, she had to seriously confirm Yin's capital.
Beneath the robe was almost completely empty.
When Xige put his hands around Yin's waist, the wide robe was pulled inwards to form an amazing arc, outlining Yin's slender and well-proportioned waist.
——If Emiya were to come, she would probably be able to just wrap around Miss Silver’s waist.
In this situation, the two peaks that still stood proudly and the valley between them seemed particularly astonishing. Even if his strength was not as great as that of the Archdruid of the Sharptooth Forest, if the difference in their heights was taken into account, Silver might even be superior.
Sig lowered his head and remained silent.
"...I was thinking that if you couldn't hold me back, I'd have to try to do it myself..." Sig took a few steps back, covering his face. "Why are you wearing this?!"
"What?" Yin was a little confused. "Is there something wrong with the clothes?"
"...Forget it." Sig's hand drew a few unwilling arcs in the air, but he finally gave up. "In short, I suggest you find two belts, one around your waist and one under your chest, and the problem will be solved. If that doesn't work, just cut one at the shoulders and one at the chest!"
The poet shouted, "If this still doesn't work, I might as well just stab Mr. Emilia three inches below the waist. There's no point in keeping it anyway!"
"It's that simple?"
Sig hesitated for a moment and said angrily, "It's that simple! Anyway, Miss Yin, you should consult me when choosing clothes next time. Who made these clothes? It's such a waste!"
"Hmm?" Yin hadn't caught up with Sig's train of thought yet. "Emmia made it for me, huh? I've been wearing it ever since."
"……Why?"
Sig, who joined the team relatively late, was shocked: "--Such thin underwear, was it made by Emiya?"
Although the dress is loose, it is true to size.
"Yeah." Yin gestured, "He seemed to have done something similar to you... Well, he paused for a long time at that time."
Sig began to suspect that his coming tonight was a mistake: "Wait! Let's start from the beginning! Where are you guys at?"
"What step?"
"Holding hands, hugging, kissing, and going to bed day and night without any shame. How far have we gone?"
Yin thought for a moment and replied, "Probably going to bed?"
The two of them had indeed slept together more than once - although it was probably because they were too tired from studying magic.
"Sorry to bother you." Sig stood up and walked out without hesitation.
"?" Yin looked confused. "Why did you leave?"
"Huh?" Sig, who had already left the room, turned back after hearing this, holding onto the doorframe with his hands, leaving only his face visible through the door. "Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious."
"...Wait a minute, I understand. Then tell me in detail what you mean by having sex."
After just a few words from Yin, Sig came back arrogantly. "What? It's only come this far... No, how come it's only come this far? Is he from Faerun?"
The poet instantly went from dejected to frustrated: "By this point, they should have been in bed a long time ago! What planet is he from?! Even the most conservative of the Toms have a big celebration once a year to let loose!"
At this point, Yin finally reacted, and this time it was her turn to be shocked. The spellbook in her hand rolled to the floor, and she huddled down on the bed. "You...you mean, that heterosexual reproduction thing...that...having sex?"
"Yeah, this isn't slang!" Sig said.
The poet then snorted, "I was really scared just now. Now I have to start all over again—come on, listen closer!"
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It was rare that Emilia was not studying magic at this moment.
Oghma's parting words made his scalp tingle.
Of course he had some guesses, but this was the first time someone had pointed it out clearly.
He used magic to draw several names in the air.
The first generation magic goddess is Mystrel, the second generation magic goddess is Mystra, and the third generation magic goddess is Midnight.
This goddess had passed away over a hundred years earlier, but her legacy was the greatest—nearly all of the world's most renowned archmages were inextricably linked to her. This was a fact clearly pointed out by the Harper's intelligence.
Even the harpist himself has her shadow.
Elminster, Simbu, and even the current God of Mages Azus - these great wizards he had met were all promoted by the second generation of the Goddess of Magic.
Most of the voters of the second generation Magic Goddess have a dual relationship with her.
Both her voter and her lover - or the child she had with her lover.
Her power was so great that the third generation of the Goddess of Magic chose to continue her name, Mystra, when she ascended to power.
In comparison, the power of the third generation Magic Goddess is much weaker - what's worse, now that the Magic Church is almost disbanded, the third generation Magic Goddess Midnight has become a lonely person.
As far as he knew, there weren't many voters at midnight. However, she still had two advantages.
From the perspective of time, there happens to be a very important person now.
Apodel Adrian, son of Baal—judging by the timing, this paladin was likely chosen by Midnight herself. In other words, Apodel and Imoen were likely firmly on the side of the Third Generation.
In addition, Midnight has an external aid - the current god of death, Kelemvor, who was Midnight's comrade-in-arms and lover when she was still a mortal.
Apodel Adrian does not seem to be the core of the core among the voters - at least his news is not smooth.
——Could this be due to the underlying competition between the two factions?
Also, the reason why such a conflict broke out now was because the death of the third generation magic goddess brought up a problem that had never appeared before.
The second generation of the Magic Goddess was promoted because the divine power was actively distributed after the death of the first generation, allowing her to take office immediately to restore the magic network in time.
The third generation Magic Goddess was promoted because of her outstanding achievements during the turbulent years, she recovered the Slate of Destiny, and was personally chosen by the Supreme God Ao.
But now, the third generation of magic goddess has fallen.
So, is it possible for the first generation of magic goddess to be resurrected?
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