Equipment Printing School Mage

This shocking news struck the Candlekeep monks present as if they were struck by lightning.

Candlekeep obviously has many secrets. It is entirely possible that Milim's inability to escape is due to being accidentally involved in a secret, rather than simply being bound by Tos's magic.

This may never have been eliminated, but when it is pointed out directly, it is still a bit difficult to accept.

"Yes," Toth said flatly. "I was only a friend of Candlekeep back then, and I knew there were many things Candlekeep was hiding from me. Is there some incredibly powerful force within Candlekeep that has never dissipated? Magical items, spells, and wondrous magical effects. And it existed before Milim was bound, and it hasn't dissipated to this day.

“Try to find it, stimulate it! If it’s of no benefit to Candlekeep, try to eliminate it. If it’s extremely important to Candlekeep, then at least study it thoroughly—perhaps Milim’s true soul lies within it, and what wanders beneath Candlekeep is merely an echo bound by obsession.”

——Of course there is.

In fact, it can be said to be the only answer.

But that is the answer that the supreme leaders of Candlekeep least want to know.

In contrast, they would rather let Milim continue to wreak havoc than risk any accidents with the maze.

Stutin subconsciously glanced at his boss, while Lude looked solemn.

The Candlekeep monk's reaction didn't surprise Toth. He simply waved his hand. "Even when I was still alive, I didn't know the answer to this question, so a shadow certainly doesn't deserve to know. As a mage, I can only offer advice: consult the records left behind when Milim was captured and try to recreate the events of that time. This is undoubtedly the most reliable method when the future is uncertain."

Toth thought for a moment. "For me, capturing Milim was a matter of months, maybe even days, ago. I remember it clearly: Milim fought us for quite a while, and eventually she tried to teleport into the underground caverns of Candlekeep, using the complex underground structures there to escape us. If you really want to resolve this matter, start there."

As if to supplement, Toss said, "By the way, please don't send those hot-headed young men here—the terrain there is too complex and intricate, and if we're not strong enough, we'll be easily defeated one by one. The shadows there won't all be as easy to talk to as I am."

Lude almost sighed.

After going around in circles, I finally returned to the starting point.

Organize the most elite team and go underground.

He couldn't help but look towards the east.

Fortunately, thanks to the support and strategies provided by Emiya, Candle Castle should be able to free up more combat power.

"...So, Master Tos, what are your plans? How do you maintain such a high level of sanity? Are you now an undead creature?" Before making a final decision, Lude couldn't help but ask, "Will you go down into the crypt with us?"

Toss, however, was following Lude's gaze, gazing at the swarming figures on the east wall. After a moment, he slowly came to his senses and replied, "I don't have any plans... I had only just regained my composure a few minutes when I was discovered by the Candlekeep's Preachers (the official name for Candlekeep monks) and was strongly ordered not to go anywhere."

"So, I don't know anything right now." Tos shrugged. "So, I'm just making a suggestion - is there any reliable fighting force in Candlekeep right now? The kind that can fight without fear of harsh environments, and has enough fighting spirit to dare to charge in the front?"

After a brief silence, Lude's eyes flickered a few times: "I can't give you an answer right now - this requires coordination."

"Ah, I understand, but please note that as time goes by, the situation may continue to deteriorate." Toss nodded very understandingly, "But there's nothing we can do about it. Candlekeep is not a place for paladins."

Lude was about to turn around and look for Apodel, but he almost lost his balance when he heard the last sentence.

Twenty servants

"You want to leave for a while?"

"of course."

In response to his student's question, Metatron gave an extremely affirmative answer: "This incident involves a lot of things. Milim must be just one of the pioneers."

"It sounds like this operation is a trap."

"This isn't a trap, it's an open conspiracy," Metatron corrected earnestly. "The enemy has set a trap at Candlekeep's weak point, and we have no choice but to eliminate it. It's foreseeable that a major battle will break out underground in Candlekeep—although I don't even know who the enemy is or what they intend to do."

"Teacher, you seem to have a strange confidence in yourself," Emilia replied. "Of the other archmages I know, few would so easily consider such a dangerous move as charging ahead."

"That means we should be master and apprentice." Metatron smiled brightly as he grabbed Emiya's face and yanked it hard. "—Mr. Emiya, who has been charging on different battlefields in the past few months since entering the world."

"That's because I have no choice."

"Choice is an inestimable luxury. Most people don't have it most of the time. I'm no exception." Metatron's expression grew slightly more serious. "Close your eyes, and things won't disappear. Open your ears, and sounds won't dissipate. If you don't do something, it will only intensify.

"So-called choice is often equated with irresponsibility."

"Haaa..." Emiya sighed, "So, is there anything I can do?"

"Uh..." Metatron's face was slightly embarrassed, "I've used up all the Moonlight Arrows I had before."

Of course, the magical items that Emiya made with the infinite moonfire are not limited to the Moonlight Sword.

The Moonlight Arrow, which wraps the burning moonfire around the arrow shaft to achieve the devastating killing power against undead creatures, is another simple product. Dozens of arrows were kept for personal use, and the other hundreds were given to Emiya's teacher.

——However, these arrows were used up the day before yesterday.

"Besides..." Metatron frowned and asked hesitantly, "Is the so-called Holy Avenger blueprint you found reliable? Mr. Apodel Adrian will probably go with me. The Holy Avenger is still a huge improvement for the Paladin."

“—not at all reliable.”

At this moment, Yin's voice finally rang out.

She was currently lazily lying behind Emilia, her face covered with parchment, her voice carrying a rare sense of despair. "Now I can offer a definitive conclusion: that Holy Avenger prototype was created by accident. The creator himself doesn't know how he succeeded. The so-called gift was simply a sign that he had fully grasped reality and knew that luck wouldn't befall him a second time."

Yin raised the small dagger weakly. "If you really need it urgently, take this with you first, as a talisman? At least the two of us won't be able to produce any results in a few days."

Metatron was acutely aware of something amiss: "So, how many days later exactly?"

Emiya was silent for a moment, then replied, "We need the monks to sort through these manuscripts within a few days, and then try to guess how he used the Naha Reckless Spell from the complex and extremely abstract descriptions. Then, we'll see if the wild magic-related spells we just obtained can be used. We should probably be able to complete the first experiment in four days—honestly, it's almost certain to fail."

In other words, there is actually no way.

However, this is also a matter of course.

"I understand." Metatron said matter-of-factly, turning to comfort Emilia, "Don't worry too much—battles are always conducted under adverse conditions. We'll enter the crypt in five days. If we can achieve results, that's great, but if not, that's fine too."

But who would think that their chances of winning are too high?

Emiya pursed her lips slightly: "—I didn't say it would succeed, but I also didn't say it wouldn't succeed."

"Oh, then I shall tell Mr. Appledale the news?"

A rare blush appeared on Emilia's face. His neck was stiff for a while, but he finally lost his temper: "...Forget it."

"Ha!" Metatron smiled and patted his shoulder. "Anyway, just do your best."

After saying that, she turned and left, while Emilia reviewed the plan again.

From the current perspective, whether this problem can be solved within five days, the god we can place our hopes on is probably not the goddess of magic, Mystra, but the goddess of luck, Tymora.

At present, their work can be said to have been divided into two stages.

Find the magical effect that successfully created the Holy Avenger.

Replicate this effect and engrave it onto the weapon.

In theory, each stage cannot be resolved within a few days.

Among them, Emiya can do the second stage, but the first stage can only be handed over to someone lying behind him.

However, someone's reaction was even more intense than his.

Silver had quietly crept onto his shoulder at some point, staring intently at the direction Metatron had left. He gritted his teeth in anger, "What a joke! What do you mean by trying your best?! Do you think I can't do it?!"

Emiya was stunned: "Do you have a solution?"

"Uh……"

Someone who had been furious just now instantly deflated: "...Spell Shaping, Wild Magic Fire, Chaos Shield... I've already gone through all the common spells in Wild Magic. They're all spells that try to restrain the violent raw magic. In short, they're meaningless to me.

"I guess I have no choice but to try. I hope Tikha's daughter can give me some face."

"Besides, we need a specific effect—" She hesitated and said, "Can't we just contact the author himself? Is he still alive?"

"I tried that a long time ago, but I didn't get a response at all." Emiya sighed, "I have no idea why."

"Isn't that simple?" Sig interjected. "This old man must have made a great effort to completely give up all the hard work he's put in over the years. I'm sure he's either completely despairing or feeling like he's been reborn. He probably doesn't want to have anything to do with this matter anymore in the next few days. There's probably no hope for at least a few days, or even months - maybe if we go to him in person, there's still a glimmer of hope."

But no matter what, if there is a slight mistake, several days will be wasted. And the mutation will not wait for anyone.

It might be quicker to focus directly on the manuscript at hand.

time.

He glanced at Silver.

and luck.

At this moment, Elastrid was quietly reading the ancient documents she had collected in the room.

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Death, time, forgetfulness.

Together, these words form the underground caverns of Candlekeep.

Even the decaying breath of the corpse has slowly dissipated over hundreds of years. What still remains here is only the faint sound of the wind like sobbing and the white bones on the ground.

The catacombs of Candlekeep were once connected to this place, but ever since Milim's coffin was moved here, it has been completely sealed off and turned into a realm of the dead.

However, the once domineering silver dragon ghost can only lie silently on the rocks.

Four spear-like arrows penetrated into the ghost's body, and milky white moon fire was burning fiercely inside the ghost's body.

Two of them pierced through her eyes, one tore through her brain, and the last one directly shattered Milim’s cervical vertebrae.

If Milim wasn't a ghost, she would have died four times.

"...What a terrifying archer."

Before Milim, a middle-aged man in simple attire stood quietly. He examined Milim's injuries and shook his head. "But... what a pity."

“What?” Milim, who was already enduring the pain, flew into a rage at the middle-aged man’s sigh. She was about to explode. “I’m seriously injured—and you actually say it’s a pity!?”

However, the middle-aged man in front of Milim completely ignored her and continued to make his own assessment.

"You're still alive, which means it wasn't the killing arrow... It seems I was overly suspicious. There aren't so many coincidences in this world... She's been missing for thousands of years, and if she hasn't reappeared even now, she's probably never going to be seen again," Lanton murmured. "That means there's an archmage in Candlekeep who specializes in Transfiguration and is skilled at fighting after transforming... Such a mage is truly rare and a bit tricky."

Precisely harnessing the power of various creatures, using arcane magic to steal their most valuable elements, is a combat method that relies heavily on the user's own insight and arcane talent. Crucially, a mage with this knowledge and talent may not necessarily use it in a life-or-death battle with others.

He is an extremely difficult enemy.

“You—” Milim was about to say something, but the middle-aged man raised his hand slightly.

The next second, the Silver Dragon's ghost let out an earth-shattering howl, which was a hundred times more painful than the wail she had made when she was seriously injured before!

The silver dragon's body seemed to be pierced by countless swords, and countless clearly visible cracks appeared in an instant. The heart-wrenching pain almost made the ghost feel like dying. He immediately begged for mercy in a low voice: "Stop... Stop... Master Lanton... Lord... My Lord, please stop!"

The man silently paused his magic and said with some regret, "It's been so long since anyone dared to attempt my punishment that I even forgot to show some authority when dealing with new subordinates. You are merely my servant now. Your self-proclaimed long life span is less than half of mine. Have I made myself clear enough?"

“…Yes! Yes!” Milim, nearly torn in half by the nameless magic, lowered her noble head without hesitation. “But I don’t understand. With such power, why don’t you simply increase the abundance of negative energy or attack us? Candlekeep is no match for you right now.”

"...? This change in Candlekeep has nothing to do with me." Langton was stunned for a moment. "I was just curious about this unusual phenomenon that is so suitable for the activities of undead creatures, so I came here to investigate and explore the secrets of Candlekeep."

"Of course, the deeper Candlekeep hides its secrets, the more I want to know—that's all."

At this moment, another phantom slowly descended from the sky and came between the man and the dragon.

He bowed humbly to Lanton. "Lord Larloch, Candlekeep has already decided on a departure date. As you expected, the two foreign reinforcements, Apodel and the mysterious wizard known as the Forsaken, will be present."

"Besides, they probably don't realize—"

"I am not an illusion, I am a true undead being. The disguise you bestowed upon me is flawless."

Lanton, or rather Larloch, nodded indifferently: "It seems that this game has come to an end."

However, Milim's reaction was completely different.

She looked at the figure in shock, and her body was flickering with extreme rage, as if it was about to go out immediately.

The Silver Dragon instantly fell into complete madness again: "...Tos! Tos!? You're not dead?! You're not fucking dead?"

Twenty-one Silver Fire

A few days later.

Collective research and deciphering of information seemed to be a common activity at Candlekeep. Although Emya had only requested Candlekeep's help, he himself had no experience in organizing academic activities. However, the monks themselves seemed to be quite adept at it.

He was a little worried that these monks might not do their best - at least judging from the results, he was a little too suspicious.

The monks completed the task of sorting out the manuscripts with astonishing speed. After the monks of Candlekeep painstakingly deciphered the chaotic and almost disorganized manuscripts, they were sorted into neat arrays.

——Of course, they are only responsible for organizing it. They are powerless to help people understand the specific meaning of it.

"So, all in vain?" asked Huss.

"I can only say that there are no results yet." Emilia said sullenly.

"Okay." Hus shrugged.

The people of Gond were not particularly good at clerical work, so they had been tinkering with their logistics over the past few days. Only Hus, with his age-based experience, could help.