Equipment Printing School Mage

The way he exhaled and uttered the words was a bit strange, as if he hardly used his vocal cords to speak normally.

"Yes."

Mr. Langton studied him for a moment and sneered, "I hope your inner mind lives up to your extravagant exterior."

The appearance he mentioned probably refers to the luxurious equipment Emiya wore - more than a dozen Ioun stones and the robes of the Archmage. This equipment is not shabby even among true Nine-ring mages.

Afterwards, he ignored Stutin. He muttered a few words, then frowned, "...They've actually already started setting up the restriction spell."

After being restricted from teleporting by the forbidden spell, the great wizard simply used invisibility on himself and disappeared from the sight of several people.

Stutin's expression had turned quite ugly: "...How could it be such a coincidence."

"Do you know him?" asked Emilia.

"...I guess we're acquaintances," Stutin said somewhat awkwardly. "The Chief Reader is responsible for external affairs, and Mr. Landon is exactly the kind of foreign aid I'm looking for. But his demands are far too difficult to meet... I'm afraid we won't see each other again."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized: "He is the great wizard who wants to collect information about the Seraphim God's Servant."

"Uh, yes." Stutin sighed. "But now that he's caught me with you, I guess no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to extinguish his rage—and I haven't found a single clue yet... So that's it."

The person you thought was working hard for you is actually busy with other things... If the self-righteous wizards run into this kind of thing, they should be thankful that they don't become enemies.

"If we really want to fight for it..." Emilia hesitated and said, "Perhaps we can try using some thousand-year-old secret treasures in Candlekeep?"

This statement was beyond Stutin's expectation. He asked, "Why?"

"Because the archmage robes worn by Mr. Langton are in the style of the late Netherworld period... perhaps even from the Netherworld era itself, with every detail fitting perfectly," Emilia replied. "I suspect he's someone deeply nostalgic, or at least quite interested in antiques."

"...I see. Unfortunately, this is Candlekeep's blind spot." Stutin nodded, then shook his head. "Our Candlekeep's collection isn't large enough to give away all of its thousands-year-old treasures. Not to mention that this area of ​​knowledge and collections is Candlekeep's weakness.

"We only began collecting information about Halrua, the Land of Mages, a hundred years ago. The source of Halrua, the secrets of the Netherian civilization, are the most precious treasures in the museum and cannot be given away under any circumstances."

Emiya nodded: "Then I was talking too much."

Emilia's understanding didn't reassure Stutin. Instead, the Chief Reader fell silent. "I hope you'll be more careful with your words and actions in front of the Scripture Keepers—and even better, don't make that request."

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"what?!"

The Scripture Keeper Lude was originally struggling with a map of Candlekeep. He looked up in astonishment when he heard Stutin's words. "Did I hear correctly? Can you tell me again?"

Stutin looked troubled and said hesitantly, "Emia of Lunya, the captain of the team that won the Ritual of Truth...would like to request assistance from the monks of Candlekeep."

"This is a normal reward for the Ritual of Truth. It's not a problem!" Lude almost slammed the table. "The question is, how many people did you say he wanted to request for support?"

Stutin was silent for a moment. "According to tradition, 200 points from the Arbiter of Truth will allow a Great Reader to free up time to help him complete a task or answer a question. There are only seven Great Readers in Candlekeep, and Christine hasn't returned yet. This rating is not a problem when most participants find it extremely difficult to even get 100 points..."

"And our little guest has earned 3520 points. Minus the 600 points he spent on the enchantment collection, he still has a full 2900 points left!" Lude threw his cap onto the table, along with his quill. "Perhaps we should hire a few butchers to split our seven great readers in half? That way, he'll only have 520 points left!"

This is just a temper tantrum.

There is an even more terrible point: the commissioned chief reader has 400 points, and the scripture keeper has only 600 points.

If this is the case, Candlekeep, which is already extremely busy, will have to stop working immediately, put all the work aside, and help Emia of Lunya.

"How can we spend time on something like this now!"

Temporary change of scores?

Although Lunya's Emia had only been famous for a few months, she was already very popular. The two of them were also well aware of Emia's other tasks in Candlekeep - this meant that the Emia team was already the backbone of the Magic Church and the Harpers.

Not to mention he was a high-ranking Harper and had quite a few connections on the Sword Coast.

In the end, his score was earned by stepping on the Devil Archduke Zariel and Bayer, with almost no inflated score. Even if they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they could have guessed from Christine's report how earth-shattering the scene of more than a dozen artifacts lying side by side was.

At this time, if they raise the price for Emilia out of the blue... then within a few days, the reputation of Feizhu Castle will be completely ruined in their hands.

"That's why I haven't agreed yet," Stutin said. "At that time, I requested that we discuss the final decision with you."

"Outrageous! Outrageous!" Lude fiddled with the quill in his hand irritably. "...Could it be that he's reached some kind of agreement with the people of Gond, and is planning to use this as leverage to get us to make things easier for them? Is there some special connection between Eimia of Lunya and the people of Gond?"

"It's possible it's the other way around—the Gonds are actively showing goodwill to Emya," Stutin replied, standing aside. "Given the talents displayed by Emya of Lunya... I'm afraid those Gonds wouldn't even be able to walk."

"That's their style: they don't hesitate to humble themselves in front of young people." Lude paced around the office for a while. "...It's really tricky."

"...Bible Keeper. One more thing: Emilia said he wanted to discuss this matter with you in person."

"When and where?"

"...Actually, he arrived with me. He's outside the door now."

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"Although the Feat of Deeds is a powerful divine spell, Tymora has always discouraged the use of magic to gain luck." Before entering, Alestria lifted the silver plate from Emya's chest, placed it back in front of her, and delivered a final sermon. "The success or failure of an adventure depends most on pre-battle preparation and the determination to take risks. Luck is a treasure that belongs to each person alone. It is unwise to rely on divine magic to gain luck."

"I don't think I relied on Tymora's magic," Emiya said. "Not to mention, we encountered quite a few low-probability events recently."

For example, the earth-shattering error in the upper limit of the teleportation technique.

If Emiya hadn't reserved enough reserves in advance, their entire team would have been ready to turn into oil.

Elastrid opened her mouth, but in the end, her face was gloomy and she could only say in a mosquito-like voice, "...I'm sorry."

Emilia shook her head and straightened her clothes. "You just said that luck is everyone's treasure. Then the misfortune on the other side of the coin is of course my own business. Why should I apologize?"

Elastrid was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly, like a lily in bloom: "Then I wish you all the best in your future endeavors."

"Thank you."

Pushing open the door, Stutin was still standing beside Lude, while the scripture keeper sat at his desk, writing furiously.

Lude raised his head after hearing the sound of Emilia opening the door, glanced at Emilia with the corner of his eyes, and said, "--You actually dared to come in. Do you know what you asked for?"

Aimiya said calmly, "I know—I hope to use all my Rite of Truth points to request aid from Candlekeep."

"Specifically, it's to help me collect and organize information related to the Holy Avengers in a short period of time."

"Everything." Lude couldn't hold back any longer when he heard that word and shouted, "I won't raise the price - but 2920 points, this amount is enough to pour all of Candlekeep into this! What if it doesn't succeed in a short time?

"You also attended the meeting, and you know who currently resides in the inner court of Candlekeep," Lude said. "So, if you insist, I'll have to cheat—pretend I didn't hear your request and postpone all your commissions until after everything is over."

"Then, let me clarify—I'm not ignoring priorities. If the Holy Avenger is successfully created, it will also boost our combat power." Even though Lude's spit was about to fly into Emilia's face, he didn't retreat. "First of all, Mr. Apodel Adrian lacks sufficiently powerful weapons. A paladin without the Holy Avenger is not much different from a warrior. If..."

"If...if." Lude interrupted Emilia rudely, "This is such an important matter, how can we rely on "if" to solve everything?"

Emiya finally understood.

Ludd, a man of the Book of Changes, is an extremely conservative and stability-seeking person, so he is afraid of all kinds of risks.

It is precisely because of this that Hus has a hard time moving forward in Candlekeep - even inviting the people of Gond to live there may not be something that Ludd fully approves of.

Such a view naturally displeased Elaster, her slender eyebrows raised. She walked directly to Lude and shouted, "Risk means reward. Is Candlekeep's combat power sufficient now? Can we guarantee victory in this defensive battle by simply taking conservative actions? We don't even know who the enemy is or how strong they are!"

"In this situation, can we really expect success by recklessly throwing everything at the stake?!" Lude showed no sign of weakness. "Candlekeep, a rock-heavy structure, can't withstand Tymora's aggressive tactics!"

Emiya originally wanted to play his second trump card.

Candlekeep currently lacks sufficient external support, while Elturgard's losses are not significant, and it has enough combat power to come to support.

The problem with inviting Elturgard is that it is not appropriate for Candlekeep to make a public request for help at this time.

The more guests invited, the harder it would be to keep the secrets of Candlekeep's inner court secret. Emya had no prior connection to Candlekeep, and inviting Elturgard to a large gathering for a stranger would have been too conspicuous. While Candlekeep might be able to withstand the initial attack, it would immediately be drawn into the vortex.

However, if Emya figures out how to make the Holy Avenger and is willing to sell or give it away—then a country like Elturgard, which has a large number of paladins, can justifiably send a massive force.

The secret of Candlekeep? By that time, the biggest secret would be Emilia herself. Who would care about Candlekeep anymore?

However, just before she opened her mouth, an idea suddenly occurred to Emilia.

He took a step forward, looked Lude straight in the eye, and asked, "Has the restriction spell been deployed now?"

"Why are you saying this suddenly?" Lude was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Of course it has been spread out—at least, if any ghost dares to cause trouble again, the ban spell can give these undead creatures a good beating—and it can also prevent these ghosts from continuing to teleport in Candlekeep."

As for preventing enemies from teleporting directly into Candlekeep, that's a self-explanatory function.

Prohibition technique.

Emiya thought to herself.

The coverage of this spell is far greater than the wind control used to control the demon army in Elturgard.

The barrier can cover up to 3800 square meters and a height of nearly 10 meters. With a little stacking, it can cover the entire Candlekeep. Enemies attempting to intrude upon the barrier will suffer significant, even catastrophic, damage.

But that's not what Emiya wants to say now.

Back in Elturgard, Emiya had Silver make the height of the spell as close to zero as possible, so they had an air defense plane with an almost infinite area.

——Is it true that the forbidden technique cannot be imitated?

Emiya thinks, yes!

He suddenly raised his head and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not a priest, but I know a little about the forbidden spell. This spell has a limit on the volume it can be cast, right?"

"Of course," Stutin replied.

"Okay, second question."

Emiya said, "--What's its lower limit? In other words, how thin can the restriction be controlled?"

"Of course there's no limit!" Lude replied. "Restriction magic is a double-edged sword after all. Of course, we must be able to control its scope."

Emiya felt her heartbeat quicken.

One layer of restriction can cause serious damage to the invader.

So, can the prohibition spell be stacked?

Emiya said: "Of course, I guess the scopes cannot conflict with each other."

"Of course." Lude snorted coldly. "I understand—you want to increase the density of the restriction spell, but I can tell you that increasing the density is meaningless. Even the dumbest enemy will immediately flee after being damaged by the restriction spell. Ultimately, only the outermost layer will be effective."

"So, why can't we allow the enemy to trigger countless forbidden spells the moment they come into contact with us?"

Emiya held out her hand. "My palm is 20 centimeters long. When an intruder attempts to enter Candlekeep, they won't retreat immediately. They will always step into a certain range. Let's say it's 20 centimeters. How many prohibitions can be placed within this 20 centimeters?"

Lude was about to answer, but after thinking for a moment, he paused and raised his head slightly to estimate.

But then, his eyes froze.

"How do we calculate this?" Stutin hadn't reacted yet. "The restriction only limits the shape, not the thickness or bottom area..."

Elastrid had already reacted and whispered, "...With my level, I can probably cast forty prohibitions at this distance."

"Forty forbidden spells?!" Stutin almost laughed out loud. "How can there be forty forbidden spells in such a small space?!"

"Because the forbidden spell you remember is still a magnificent power that can cover the entire temple with a single spell." Lude slowly fell back into the chair. "Now, Chief Reader, what if I ask you to reduce the width of the forbidden spell indefinitely, making it the narrowest possible wall?"

"...What's the point of using a large-scale restrictive spell like Forbidden Spell as a wall?" Stutin muttered. "Anyway, if the enemy steps in, it only triggers one wall..."

The chief reader finally reacted. His legs went weak and he nearly fell onto the desk, his eyes dazed.

"...Master Scripture Keeper," he said in a voice almost like a groan, "The spell of Forbidden Art... lasts forever!"

This kind of defense system can be used by all major churches!

Emiya was silent for a moment, then asked, "Now, what Candle Castle needs to prepare for is nothing more than eliminating the impact of the rising abundance of negative energy and ensuring the defense of Candle Castle.

"Now, can I take the monks who are responsible for the defense of Candlekeep?"

"Here you go! All for you! All for you!" Lude finally jumped up and slammed his fist on the table, shaking the entire desk. "All the monks and priests below the fifth ring are yours! Stutin! Pull out all the remaining priests who can still see the road and breathe and put them to work! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Author's Note: The author said: Actually, this last joke is the origin of my love for mages. On the spot, the "Xueyu Xinfeng" boss in the DND group gave a word problem: When you are facing a large group of high-quality pure cleavers (one level 20 warrior and one paladin with legendary favor), how do you use two level 13 spellcasters of any class to protect an immovable 15-foot metal cube?

At that time, I came up with two solutions.

The first is a super-large mirage.

It wasn't a radical change to the terrain, merely a gentle slope. A massive scene could easily raise the ground to an imperceptible angle of just a few degrees. But this tiny angle was enough to completely conceal a metal cube several meters tall underground.

The second is the volume definition method used once in this book.

If, in 5e, a 5-foot square is filled with 50 forbidden spells, and you enter that square, you'll take 250d10 radiant damage with no immunity, how should you respond?

Anyway, there is really nothing the kitchen knives can do.

The magic that Seventeen Silver couldn't understand

Storm Silverhand leaned over the French window, looking at the crowds of people in Candlekeep and shaking his head.

Candlekeep was bustling again.

Countless priests emerged from every corner of Candlekeep, carving marks on the ground with various tools, lighting incense, and shaking transparent containers filled with red powder.

After chanting for several minutes, an invisible and intangible magical barrier suddenly expanded before them, extending outward like a curtain separating the world. Then, they cautiously stepped back and repeated the same method.