Equipment Printing School Mage

They were not allowed to transport weapons and equipment directly - so they chose to transport materials and then manufacture them at their own base.

Sulfur is a material used by mages for spellcasting and alchemy. Charcoal is used for cooking. The people of Gond are not used to eating raw food and want to make their own fire.

Saltpeter? That's the auxiliary material that the people of Gond use to heat-treat metals!

As for why they are officially together?

Because Emiya and Yin's experiments did not produce any results worth telling the public, but many earth-shaking accidents occurred.

Fire, thunder, ice, transformation, illusion, calling——

Before the Wild Waves tore down all the manuscripts and the walls of Candlekeep, Emilia wisely chose to drag Silver and Elaster to Candlekeep's newly opened testing ground outside the castle.

——Of course, this is also the testing ground for the people of Gond.

This also shows that wild fluctuations are quickly regarded as high-risk items like firearms.

Emiya, who has been overwhelmed these days, also agrees with this.

The Gond leader carefully checked the chamber of his weapon to ensure it was in top condition. He asked, "So, you are willing to put down your work because..."

"One of my teammates thought I had to make a second-hand plan at this point, and I think he's right," Emiya sighed. "It's just a hunch, but I think continuing to rush forward without thinking will only lead to a bloody head."

"So difficult?" Huss, now quite a distance away from the others, inserted the burning match into the barrel of the rifle. The next second, the deafening sound of the gunpowder exploding pushed the lead bullet out of the muzzle.

Then it flew away to who knows where, without leaving any trace on the target.

Elastrid blinked and said in confusion, "...Is it my eyesight that's bad, or is he using some special weapon?"

"No, it simply flew away." Huss felt no shame in what had just happened, speaking with confidence. "The sword's center of gravity was wrong, so it took extra effort to swing it. Even the most skilled archer couldn't hit the target with a random branch, and our weapons still have a lot of room for improvement. That's it."

Yin was initially brooding over the lack of progress in her research and development. After hearing the blast of a musket, her eyes suddenly lit up. "—There doesn't seem to be any obvious magical effect?! But it seems incredibly powerful? What happened?"

"In short, it's the full utilization of energy."

Although Emiya was not considered knowledgeable on Earth, he was too lazy to pretend at this point and casually explained to Yin the tremendous pressure caused by the rapid combustion of gunpowder and the rapid expansion of air.

"I understand." Yin nodded, then raised a nearby paper bullet with some confusion, "But, what is this?"

Huss gave Emiya a meaningful look and added, "This is a paper shell bullet, a recent invention. In short, while the principle of a musket is simple, the crucial issue of quantity has always been a major problem. Gunpowder burns, propelling lead bullets. However, determining how much gunpowder to load at once, and how many and how heavy the lead bullets should be, is extremely difficult."

"As for the paper shell bullets, we set a rough specification in advance and then load them with a fixed amount of gunpowder and lead bullets. Of course, there will still be errors, but it has greatly improved efficiency."

"So, it depends a lot on luck?" asked Elastrid.

"...That's probably true," Huss replied. "The Gonds were once famous for being able to determine the exact weight of gunpowder by hand, so this can also be avoided through practice."

Emiya originally thought that this was just a simple chat, a rare break from the fruitless work of the past few days.

Until he saw a certain silver-haired girl actually start taking notes seriously.

"...Concentrate, burst out, control the range and direction..."

"Unified standards, putting the complex parts together to make it work... and also need to be proficient..."

Then, with a serious look on her face, she tugged at the corner of Emilia's clothes.

"……what?"

"The base material for testing enchantment has been used up."

It would be better to scrap them all - after Yinhua learned the Naha Reckless Curse in a few minutes, she enchanted a bunch of swords with a bunch of messed up spells.

Yin's control over magic was astonishing, perhaps even unrivaled. But now Yin didn't know how to use the Naha Reckless Spell to create the Holy Avenger, so she was just trying blindly.

As for the results...

Let's put it this way, Emilia didn't even dare pick up those so-called weapons swirling with surging yet chaotic magic—God knows what's attached to them. The only fate of those unstable and dangerous items should be to be dismantled by the Disintegration Technique.

"More!" Still feeling it wasn't enough, Yin hesitated for a moment and turned around abruptly. "Alestria, can you cast a Holy Residence spell here?"

"Holy Residence?" The young elf lady, who had been tormented by the two men for the past few days, blinked in confusion and then shook her head violently. "I must declare that the Holy Residence of the Tymora Church is nothing special, and it does not grant any luck to those who receive the spells within. Or rather, I am not a lucky person myself—"

"Oh, just do it! I believe in the descendants of Tyche!"

Huss, of course, didn't understand what they were doing, so he could only casually agree, "Don't forget, the gun itself is also extremely important."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, even though I don't understand it at all." Yin wrote down another item with great care. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asked Huss in confusion, "Reverend, the musket you're using now... seems different from the one you used to attack Milim a while ago?"

"Ah, it's the conversion of energy." Huss gestured. "It's actually similar to combustion—in short, the more propellant you load, the greater the power. However, this also puts a greater load on the gun. So, while increasing the power, you also have to thicken the barrel—"

understood.

Emiya turned slightly and saw Yin making the final addition to the notebook.

The outpouring of magic should be as violent as the high magic of the elves.

...I hope Candlekeep is alright.

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Storm Silverhand is visiting Candlekeep for the first time.

Although she was a renowned harpist, she was a true practitioner of combat. In her youth, she was a rebellious and unruly wild child. She had caused Elminster a great deal of trouble, running away from home countless times and eventually becoming a slave.

Her life experience naturally made it difficult for her to become a reader who could carefully read books. It was also because of this that she was more of a bard than a wizard.

However, that is all in the past.

At this moment, she could only sit by the window, staring blankly at the silver flames dancing at her fingertips.

Silver fire.

Its nature is debated, and even its existence is rarely known.

Some wizards who know of it believe it to be a form of cursed fire, a powerful force that is closer to the source of magic and turns current magic into ridiculous tricks.

Generally speaking, it may take decades or even hundreds of years for a true Fire Curse Master to appear in Faerun.

——But there are a group of exceptions.

Mistral voters.

All those who become the Chosen Ones will be given the power of silver fire by the Goddess of Magic - this is one of the reasons why the Chosen Ones of Mystra are often extremely powerful, while the Chosen Ones of other gods are far from being able to match them.

Some speculate that the Silver Flame is part of the Demonic Web or even the Goddess.

However, although Silver Fire is so powerful, its use requires training.

Mystra first gave it to the first evangelist, Azuth, Mystra's lover, and later the mage god. Azuth taught its use to Elminster—and then to the Seven Sisters.

Storm Silverhand. This name came from her childhood experience of ignoring the bombardment of thunder. Even now, she couldn't help but suspect that this extraordinary ability was actually a manifestation of the Silver Fire.

Unfortunately, Storm Silverhand didn't consider herself particularly skilled with Silverfire—she was more confident in her own martial arts skills.

But she regrets it now.

She had almost lost all her strength now, but the silver fire in her body had obviously become much stronger - but this strength had brought chaos to her body.

Perhaps, Xinbu had experienced the same thing as her, or even something more serious.

Storm Silverhand sighed, sat down next to Xinbu, and held her hand.

Xinbu was awake at this moment, but he was staring out the window like a madman.

Storm Silverhand tried countless times to connect the silver fires within their bodies—but Xinbu was far more powerful. Her control of the silver fire was also less than impressive. No matter how hard she tried to direct her own silver fire, it was like trying to calm a tsunami with a few splashes of water; it was useless.

"...My sister, please wake up quickly."

They are now so short of manpower that even Elminster doesn't have time to look after the two of them.

At this moment, Xinbu, who was originally staring at the ebb and flow of the tide below the cliff, made a rare move.

She slowly pointed her finger out the window: "...Is there anyone there?"

"Someone?"

Storm Silverhand was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up.

Almost at the same time, a deafening sonic boom and dazzling flames exploded on the cliff. Several blurry figures were thrown high into the air by the explosion and landed heavily on Storm Silverhand's balcony in a graceful arc.

"……what?"

The renowned harpist looked at the red-haired figure with his back to her and opened the window in confusion. "... Is that Mr. Emiya? What are you doing?"

Emilia turned around and said casually, "We're conducting a magic experiment...it's just that the scale and impact are a bit beyond our expectations. I never thought that magic could explode...Feather Fall!"

Emiya was the first to land, and he immediately used magic to protect the two girls who landed later.

At the same time, the elf girl's soft complaint was heard: "I told you, the Lord's Holy Residence doesn't bring any luck, and I myself am not lucky... As expected, an accident happened."

Yin's confident voice followed immediately: "Hasn't this only been three failures? We still have a few days!"

Storm Silverhand shook his head.

This kind of life of a spellcaster working hard to study spells seemed a little strange to her.

Then, she accidentally noticed that there was a large unnatural pink mark on Emilia's face - it was a burn mark left by high temperature.

"Mr. Emiya? Your face seems burned?" Storm Silverhand shook her head, revealing the silver fire in her palm. She wasn't particularly skilled in arcane magic, so she couldn't help in this situation. But she could still use the power of the silver fire to heal Emiya. "I don't have much energy left to use right now, so it's not a big deal."

"That's more..."

Before Emiya could finish thanking her, Yin had already stood between the two of them alertly and slapped Ms. Storm's helping hand aside.

Yin was about to say something, but she was stunned for a moment when their palms collided. After a while, she reached out and covered Emiya's wound: "...I caused the injury myself, I will heal it myself!"

Storm Silverhand was stunned for a moment.

Although Yin only briefly touched the burn marks on Emiya's face, the scars on his face disappeared instantly. During the entire process, Yin did not even show any concentration or accumulation of strength.

Storm Silverhand's own control over silver fire has never reached this level.

Although it wasn't their first meeting, Storm Silverhand hadn't paid much attention to his teammates before—especially since his teammates themselves had almost no intention of making friends with outsiders.

However, when they got too close, Storm Silverhand discovered another unusual thing.

Silver's appearance looked somewhat familiar.

Especially the long, smooth silver hair and the beautiful face as gorgeous as jade.

To be more precise, Silver's appearance bears some subtle resemblance to the Seven Sisters.

——Given her appearance, if an outsider saw her, they would probably think that Yin was the real youngest of the seven sisters (the seventh of the seven sisters in the north was a drow).

22 Introduction to Recycling

"What on earth is Candlekeep doing?"

LaRocco, who once used the alias Landon, raised this question again.

Even though he wouldn't stay here for long, the waves of magic that continuously erupted from Candlekeep still made him curious: "Candlekeep is such a noisy place?"

"In my lifetime, yes." Toss gave an affirmative answer. "They pursued knowledge and truth, but who was the master of truth? That's why there were endless quarrels in Candlekeep..."

"That was almost a thousand years ago," Milim sneered. "Candlekeep is completely different now—they don't even dare to open the doors and windows wide, for fear that the cold draft would accelerate the damage to the books."

Toss shook his head. "Even Candlekeep, which prides itself on eternal knowledge, would undergo such a transformation."

"Because that group of radical monks did something incredibly foolish a hundred years ago, publicly destroying their sect's remaining prestige and ultimately losing power completely," Larok replied. "And the protagonist who directly led to the fermentation of that incident will be here tomorrow.

"He once stood against me for nearly a month. Now, he dares to leave Baldur's Gate alone and stand in my way again. So, of course, I must prepare a gift."

He raised his head slightly.

The dark tomb was already filled with gleaming emblems and carvings, each rune surging with murderous magic.

Not to mention killing Apodel Adrian, it would be more than enough to kill a dozen dragons in an instant.

"I'll give you a hundred years of vacation. During this time, you can move freely and I won't interfere—even if you're trying to get rid of me."

"...Master, you're joking." Tos shuddered. "At the beginning, it was clearly my subordinate who took the initiative to come here."

"I requested to be transformed into a lich, to shed my flesh and blood, even becoming my slave for the sake of it. But after reaching a higher level, I yearned for freedom day and night—all the liches in the Warlock's Tomb felt the same way." Larloch said calmly, "I've said it before: you can think about it. Tos, you can try for these hundred years."

"My Lord, it won't just be Apodel who will be here then." Tos's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head. "The wizard called the Forsaken will also be here."

The other archmages in Candlekeep would not be willing to go to such an unknown and potentially extremely dangerous area underground. Therefore, at that time, only the Forsaken would go underground.

"...The Forsaken." Larloch frowned slightly. "I've never met her, or even heard of her... From what I've seen so far, she must be an extremely skilled transmuter. To defeat such a foe, all we need to do is strip her of her Transfiguration ability in a spell duel, and she'll be nothing to fear."

Larloch raised his hand and made a gesture, causing the two ivory figures at his waist to swing in the air.

"After all, he's just an Asmoan mage."

At this moment, Milim suddenly raised her head and said, “Then I also want a hundred years of freedom after I succeed.”