"It's urgent... but not that kind of urgent!" Huss, despite having rushed all the way here without even a entourage, was not seriously out of breath. He glanced through the doorway and saw Apodel Adrian: "Ah, Grand Duke Adrian, you are here after all! Ah, Grand Duke! You are here too, then the problem is simple! Have you found the new Holy Avenger?"

"Of course I have no clue." Apodel Adrian stood up, clearly bewildered. "There are more than one Holy Avenger, but they are all rare treasures, and every one of them already has an owner. Even the one I got by chance while slaying a dragon."

Emiya replied, "I asked Candlekeep a few days ago. They told me that a Holy Avenger is not much different from a divine artifact. Almost every Holy Avenger is a product of faith and divine power. There are no existing and reproducible blueprints."

"Yes, that's why I came here!" This answer made Huss's face light up. "The Hall of Supreme Miracles just received a gift by chance. This kind of gift would usually be given to Candlekeep, and in fact, only Candlekeep would accept it.

"However, right now, this gift has special meaning to the Supreme Temple of Miracles, so I sent it here immediately!"

"what gift?"

Hus took off a dimensional bag from his waist with a mysterious look on his face.

"A wizard friend of our church recently gave up his research and gave us some of his interim results as a token of gratitude for past interactions," Hus said. "Simply put, he's researching a method for creating magical items."

"Which magic item?" Emilia asked. "Excuse me, given my current situation, I may not have much energy to fill other people's work..."

"If it were purely academic material, I certainly wouldn't have rushed here in such a hurry!" Hus pulled out a large piece of paper from the dimensional bag with a serious face.

Drawing on it was a slender two-handed giant sword, with countless annotations and notes on it.

"The magic item that the wizard is researching is called..."

"Holy Avenger."

The Message of the Fifteenth Angel

To create the Holy Avenger, a magical item that almost only exists in legends, the required blueprint naturally cannot be just a thin sheet.

Not to mention, this senior wizard who had set his sights on the Paladin's weapon for some reason hadn't even finished it.

To be more precise, the mage did not donate drawings, but rather his research notes and drafts.

This is a topic that is so huge that it is almost unprecedented, and the number of research papers is so large that it has successfully filled an entire dimensional bag.

“In fact, this friend donated more than just the text—he even sent all the semi-finished products he had researched,” Pastor Hus explained as he led the way.

The text records alone weighed in kilograms. Emiya couldn't imagine how many byproducts this researcher had produced.

The dimensional bag can hold nearly 300 kilograms of weight, which is equivalent to a small room.

"Our settlement is within the walls of Candlekeep, right here." Huss led them out of the room quickly, across the Court of Air, and the group headed towards their destination in a mighty procession.

Milim's attack the day before had an immeasurable impact on Candlekeep: the Air Court, once bathed in the cool autumn breeze, now carried the chill of winter. Groups of people, dressed in various attire, were leaving the inn, guided by the monks, heading outside Candlekeep. Some wore grim expressions and remained silent, while others, with gloomy expressions, quietly complained to the monks.

A river made up of people is rushing towards the outside of Candlekeep.

In contrast, Emiya and his group were not heading towards the city gate, but had to walk through the crowd.

But Emilia didn't care about that. After carefully avoiding an old man, he asked, "Why is your base inside the city wall?"

"The Bookkeeper was reluctant to let us stay in the guest rooms... well, actually, it's because we are Candlekeep's most dangerous guests. In fact, I have been to Candlekeep several times since I became a Gond. This is the first time I can enter the Court of Air with a weapon. Before, even our printing press had to stay outside Candlekeep."

The people of Gond, severely restricted by the Church of Oghma, were clearly filled with resentment, not even attempting to avoid Emya and the others. "—Though if you ask me, the Church of Oghma's desperate attempts to stop eating with the bathwater are absurd. They're worried about this and that, and they use parchment every day. How can they not be afraid that the sheep's spirits will gather and transform into evil spirits to attack them?"

As they were talking, they had already arrived in front of the settlement of the Gond people.

In short, the people of Gond were effectively given complete control over a large section of the wall and the responsibility to protect it.

The defence of a long section of the wall, and all the measures within it, had been assigned to their use.

"This is it." Hus opened the door.

…In a sense, a rather familiar smell wafted into my nose.

Emiya sighed silently.

Just like in the gear shop: the strong smell of black powder.

When it was still on Earth, this smell represented fireworks and was a symbol of festivals.

However, it is obvious that the people of Gond have firmly adopted gunpowder as one of their weapons.

Also penetrating into the body and mind is the solemn atmosphere brought by the sacred residence technique.

These Gond people really intend to build this place into their own castle.

Praise be to the divine arts, they need not light such a place where the gunpowder is piled with the heat of the flame.

"But that's a matter for later. We've just finished laying out the divine protection these past few days and are designing the defense system. We had never considered that the enemy might appear directly in the Air Courtyard, so we had to start all over again..."

Instead of following Huss closely, Emiya slowed down her pace a bit, just a moment slower than Sig's bouncing pace, giving her a chance to observe the area.

However, just as he tried to turn his head, he caught a glimpse of a dark green figure falling from above.

It was a corpse with half of its body burned to charcoal by the flames.

With her head down, she slid silently past Sig and sank into the ground with the despair and fear before death.

Until they disappeared, those cloudy eyes were still connected with Sig's gaze.

Sig froze in place, his eyes slowly losing their luster, and he fell straight back. Fortunately, this scene had happened more than once, and Emilia quickly caught her.

The poet fell into Emilia's arms and said weakly: "...Before I solve this problem, I have to encounter this kind of thing all the time."

Emiya sighed, "I'm afraid so."

"Oh." Sig was silent for a moment. "What's the date now?"

"The Moon of Falling Leaves is already halfway through," Emiya replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Hmph, hmph..." She lowered her head and staggered, angrily dumping the bag of snacks she had been eating, emptying the yellow beans into her mouth in one gulp. While chewing hard but silently, she mumbled, "Just wait—!"

Emiya shook her head.

He looked very angry, but ended up eating.

"Sorry, even the Scripture Guardians can't handle this kind of phantom, so we're pretty much helpless." Huss stood at the head of the team and shouted to the back, "The Holy Dwelling Technique can only prevent those physical phantoms and ghosts from invading. If you're truly afraid of these phantoms, there's probably no other way but to resolve this incident as soon as possible."

"Haste makes waste." Apodale, who had been silent until then, retorted, "This matter is of great importance. Haste will only play into the hands of the mastermind."

Hus sighed. "If you ask me, it only looks like we're helpless now. A trump card won't be revealed until the very last moment. Who knows, Candlekeep might be hiding something else... Ugh!"

Just as this Gondian was casually making up stories about his half-superior, they finally arrived at the Gondian's residence. Hus's voice suddenly died in his throat, and he froze in place.

The second-in-command of Candlekeep, Chief Reader Stutin, was just about to leave.

"Ha...ha..." Huss's forehead was slightly sweaty. "Mr. Chief Reader, what are you doing here? Are you also interested in firearms?"

"Every study of the Gond people is a skill that would take an outsider a lifetime. At my age, even if I wanted to learn, I'd be unable to do so. I'm merely fulfilling my duties as the chief reader," Stutin said seriously, as if he hadn't heard Hus's previous words. "The Keepers of the Scriptures are responsible for overall defense, while I seek external assistance."

"Then why did you come to us?" Hus was a little surprised. "You want to contact us with Flame Fist?"

"The Flaming Fist's Burning Karkoros is indeed a good candidate. But..." Stutin glanced at the long queue and shook his head. "However, now that the Flaming Fist's Acting Marshal, Grand Duke Apodel Adrian of Baldur's Gate, has arrived, it would be too greedy to ask Baldur's Gate for help."

"I'm just here to get information," Stutin asked seriously. "I'm just asking directly—does the Supreme Miracle Hall have any contact channels with celestial beings?"

"—Celestial beings?!" Huss couldn't believe his ears. "We are the Church of the God of Craftsmen! If you're looking for angels who love to punish evil, shouldn't you go to the Three Pillars of Justice?"

Stutin shook his head. "Some time ago, Master Gutenberg came to Candlekeep, hoping to access the archives of fiberglass and celestial steel. This knowledge is so obscure that even we don't have much of it in our collection, so I kept it in mind. Now that the situation is urgent, I wanted to ask if you have any information channels."

"Oh, oh... yes... I seem to have the impression that..." Hus's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

Hus held a high position in the Temple of Supreme Miracles, so he naturally knew the ins and outs of this matter.

The problem is that the person involved in this incident is right behind him.

Hus immediately looked thoughtful and shook his head. "We did encounter Celestial Steel once. But that encounter was completely accidental. We don't know any angels."

"Is that so..." Stutin sighed, "It seems that hope here is also over."

Metatron, standing behind him, frowned. "What are you looking for an angel for? From what I know, angels don't particularly enjoy playing puzzles with enemy spellcasters. They're more interested in saving the weak and winning back the hearts of the people."

"Ah... that's a little hard to say." The Chief Reader rubbed his hands. "Actually, a mage friend I recently met is quite interested in Seraphim, powerful creatures that can be called the kings of angels. However, these creatures only exist in legends, and their number is even less than that of true gods. This is our exchange: I will do my best for him, and he will do his best to help me."

Knowing his words weren't very convincing, and the mage profession's reputation wasn't good, he quickly repeated, "I'm not selling help, I'm doing my best to help! If he dares to do anything, I'll break with him immediately. This is definitely not a sellout or a sacrifice!"

"Even so, I'm afraid you'll have no choice but to give up. This goal is too difficult." Even Apodel Adrian was completely unimpressed by this request and bluntly advised, "I have a minor reputation in Faerun and have fought countless bloody battles in my life. Even so, I have only encountered the Seraphim a few times in my life, under the most accidental circumstances. And I have never had any way to contact her. Your friend's wish is too difficult... Isn't this really a polite refusal?"

"Whether you refuse politely or not, you have to give it a try." At this time, Stutin calmed down and found that the person who spoke was Metatron. He immediately noticed the existence of Emilia.

He hurried forward and shook Emya's hand. "So it's you, members of Emya's team! You set aside your differences in Elturgard and redeemed my only son's soul. I haven't had a chance to express my gratitude yet! Rest assured, he has committed a grave error and has been severely punished by our Lord. If he aspires to become a priest again, he must start over. This is the result of his own foolish actions."

The Chief Reader said earnestly, "In short, based on your performance in the Ritual of Truth, I will do my best to help coordinate whatever you wish to obtain with your points in Candlekeep!"

"Oh...oh..." Emiya was caught off guard by the enthusiasm.

Bayer had claimed that returning the contract would smooth their journey through Candlekeep. Even so, Emiya hadn't expected it to be this smooth. The gap between him and the Archdevil in terms of human interaction was still palpable.

The light in Stutin's eyes was genuine, and there was no need for a senior executive like him to be so hypocritical in front of a young person like Emilia.

"I'm deeply sorry. My son and I are a bit like each other. Faced with unexpected and significant setbacks, we must rise to the challenge. Normally, this is a strength, but when we're truly overwhelmed, things can get messed up." Stutin seemed quite sincere. "You saved my only son's life and even his afterlife. This is a debt I can never repay!"

Emilia hesitated for a moment and could only say, "I just hope that the hostility between us can end here..."

"Of course, of course!" Stutin said repeatedly. "Now, I have to contact others to see if there are any clues about the angel. If you need anything, you're welcome."

"Thank you very much."

At this moment, Hus also opened a warehouse door next to their base - this is where the Holy Avenger drawings, notes, and samples are stored.

Emiya caught a glimpse of the contents out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but gasp.

In short, the information in that entire dimensional bag was just the tip of the iceberg. In fact, the entire warehouse was filled with rune-inscribed samples and various texts.

If Emilia were to read and organize the manuscripts by herself, a year would probably be just enough to finish organizing the manuscripts left by this senior wizard.

We have to ask for help anyway!!

"—Wait a moment, Mr. Chief Reader, I have something I must entrust to Candlekeep!"

Let's talk about the fan value issue

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Therefore, if the full subscription amount has not reached the requirement, it is my problem of not accurately understanding the fan value, not everyone's problem.

The lucky draw is now over. The group is now open to all readers. Interested readers can apply directly to QQ group 938276801.

However, the verification message for joining the group should at least mention the title of the book, or say it comes from a unique reading site. ?(^?^*)

16. Simple Reform of the Church's Defense System

"no?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Now, in the study of the Central Library, the Bookkeeper once again firmly rejected his guest: "I am very sorry, but the inner court of Candlekeep is currently temporarily suspending the issuance of admission qualifications to the outside."

"Just a few days ago, I saw with my own eyes Apodel Adrian leading a group of young people into the inner court." Lanton narrowed his eyes slightly. "The gate of the inner court doesn't seem to be that strong."

"No, their qualifications had already been issued long ago. It was just that Lord Apodale distributed them at that time." The Book Keeper said with some regret, "And you arrived at Candlekeep almost at the same time as the Emiya team... Although Candlekeep really hopes to get the help of a great wizard like you, the current situation is special and I cannot make an exception.

"If you have any other requests, I may still consider it..."

"As appropriate?" Landon did not respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the Guardian's face in silence, then examined him like a doctor about to begin an autopsy.

The scripture-keeper Ludd couldn't help but shudder.

However, Mage Lanton soon recovered, slowly shook his head, and turned around: "Then goodbye. Perhaps you will change your mind when we meet again next time."

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"I'm sorry, but your request is beyond my control." Stutin was leading Emiya up the stairs of the Central Library, heading towards the Keeper's study. Along the way, Stutin had to explain again, "Although I have authority within Candlekeep, matters like this that involve the entire operation of Candlekeep require the Keeper's final approval."

Now, Silver, who had always disliked social interactions, was even more obsessed with books now that he had a goal, so he didn't even follow. Sig, frightened by the ghost, had stopped working and was now turning his grief and anger into appetite. Mars was even more powerful. He planned to check the original author's activities in Candlekeep to see if these notes were reliable.

——In the end, only Elastrid came with the entire team.

But in theory, a Lucky Priest can also be regarded as an excellent negotiation teammate - especially when your request is not so reasonable and is likely to fail.

"I understand," Emilia replied, "but I still think my opinion is beneficial to both parties."

"That's for the scripture keepers to decide." Stutin sighed.

The Chief Reader is merely a position of high authority, but the Keeper of the Book is the law of Candlekeep itself.

Perhaps this was fate: the moment they reached the upper floors of the Central Library, a middle-aged wizard dressed in a very simple style happened to walk out of the scripture keeper's study.

"...!"

Stutin couldn't help but gasp, while Emiya frowned in confusion.

Mr. Langton glanced at Stutin, then said to Emiya, "Are you the Emiya who just returned from Elturgard?"

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