Equipment Printing School Mage

Toss finally turned around at this time, looked at the silver dragon, and sneered: "-You can try."

"This has nothing to do with me, except for one thing—it can't be tomorrow," Larroque replied. "Toss, you should lead the way."

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Tomorrow is the time for Candle Castle to launch a large-scale expedition to try to find the cause of the sudden change and clarify the current situation in the Candle Castle crypt.

Almost everyone in Candlekeep gathered at the Central Library, including all members of the church with military power. Even many monks who focused on academics came here.

Amidst the flickering candlelight, people were bustling about, and the emblems of nearly ten gods reflected brilliantly.

The preparations are certainly complete. Tomorrow, the priest will finish his morning prayers, and the mage will complete his preparations.

All that could be done inside Candlekeep had been done.

Lude asked, "Stutin, how are you preparing?"

The chief reader's duties are more inclined to communicate with the outside world, so the meaning of this statement is naturally not just to ask about Stutin's own preparations.

The Chief Reader's face darkened. "Unfortunately, the changes have progressed so rapidly that no one I know can arrive tomorrow. One problem is that we don't know what's going to happen next. Furthermore, I was unable to convince Archmage Lanton. He left Candlekeep this morning."

This is the most deadly thing.

For those already in Candlekeep, the unknown represents fear, making them unwilling to face danger. For other allies, it is impossible for them to send their high-end combat forces all the way to Candlekeep without even knowing what they are going to do.

Lude nodded, then shook his head. "No matter what, Toth can at least suppress Milim's shadow... Over the years, Candlekeep's greatest casualties have almost all been related to Milim. With him around, at least we won't be drowned by the dragon's breath of cold and death."

After a brief silence, Lude sighed, "Then let's end the war meeting here. Emilia of Lunya, how are things going?"

These past few days have been quite difficult for the monks of Candlekeep.

On the one hand, the ghosts resurrected from the underground could no longer roam freely in Candlekeep—any ghost that attempted to materialize, or even launch an attack, would be instantly shattered by countless forbidden spells. Many monks in Candlekeep had even begun to collect and study the fine dust left behind by the shattered ghosts.

The senior priests were relieved, but the monks who had participated in the interpretation of the manuscript were not so lucky.

The Book Keeper has talked to them more than once: What exactly have you deciphered? Why are there explosions every day at the testing ground outside Candlekeep belonging to the Gond people and the Emya team?

Even if something went wrong with that Reckless Spell, the Wild Wave summoned a Fireball, not a Meteor Burst! How could it have created such a huge explosion?

In response, the monks could only look at each other and then answer in unison.

What they interpret is nothing more than two kinds: predictions and preparations before the first success; and attempts made after the first success to reproduce the success.

As for why Emilia and others made such a big fuss?

"After all, what they want to make is not an ordinary magic item, but the most powerful holy sword of the paladin. In terms of power alone, it almost stands at the top of all magic items. An attempt of this level is bound to have a significant impact." A monk replied.

"Magic items are different from other magical items." Lude sighed. "It's only been a few days. What results can they produce? Just give them a special mage tower and tell them not to cause any damage on the surface."

The monk replied, "From his perspective, he has already contributed the concept of the chain prohibition spell, and Candlekeep is already safe to a certain extent. What happens tomorrow has nothing to do with him."

"...Alas." Lude hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but sigh, "If Apodel Adrian still had the Holy Avenger in his hands, we wouldn't be afraid of the accidents that might happen tomorrow. Unfortunately..."

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"Then I will resign."

Apodel Adrian closed the door and said goodbye to the two voter sisters.

He didn't really need to establish connections—Imoen was a High Harper herself, and he didn't need Storm Silverhand's connections. And Agralond was thousands of kilometers away, so he had no connection to him.

He simply felt that he shouldn't abandon two women who were unable to protect themselves.

However, as soon as he turned around, he was stunned.

A tall woman with long sky-blue hair was standing quietly not far behind him, apparently waiting for him. When she saw him turn around, she bowed gently.

"Miss the Forsaken," Apodale said after returning the greeting, "Are you here to discuss tomorrow's battle?"

"I guess so." Metatron said, "But, to be more precise, I'm here to clarify something."

"We haven't even met a few times." Apodale was a little confused. "Is there anything you need to clarify?"

"...I don't want to be too clear, but keeping silent is almost like a lie. You are an upright paladin, so I hope you can keep this secret after hearing it."

"Is this matter related to me?"

“是的，和您有关。”

"Well, my curiosity is piqued. I'll keep it a secret," Apodale replied.

"Well, it's not complicated." Metatron was silent for a moment, then said, "I came here not only for Emya, but also for myself... or for my own purpose."

"Of course. You are also one of the elects of Mistra." Apodel nodded.

In other words, Metatron is actually an entrant, not just a bystander who comes to protect the students.

Although Apodel had never heard of a voter like Metatron, the situation was so large, and Apodel was not a core member of the voter circle, so it was normal for intelligence to be missed.

"No." However, Metatron denied it firmly without saying what she was denying.

Then, she simply took out a sword from her waist and held it in front of Apodel.

This sword was nearly two meters long, a two-handed giant sword perfect for men of physique and stature like Apodel and Mars. However, at this moment, the blade was hidden in its mithril scabbard.

What’s even more amazing is that a scroll is wrapped around the opening of the scabbard, gluing the sword blade and the scabbard together.

"……This is?"

"This is the result of Emya and the others' efforts over the past few days," Metatron replied. "The method of use is simple: when faced with a crisis, focus your mind, grasp the scabbard tightly with the scroll, and draw the greatsword."

"Everything will become clear."

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Today was scheduled to be the day for the entire Emiya team to reunite after being separated for a few days.

The paladin squeezed the belly of his mount, and the silver ship neighed softly.

A pair of broad wings slowly opened from the sides of the paladin's mount's broad body, carrying the paladin in circles in the sky and flying into the sky.

Mars broke through again.

The silver ship transformed into a Pegasus—or rather, revealed its true form—carried the holy knight to a corner of the inner court of Candlekeep, which was more like a turret for reconnaissance than a wizard's tower.

"Emiya? Are you still working on it?"

Mars knocked on the door and shouted, "I bring bad news - I've been studying the results of those mages who are good at enchanting these past few days. I guess the effectiveness of the Holy Avenger has exceeded the upper limit of traditional enchantment methods, so we can give up. If we don't use some new enchantment method, the Holy Avenger is doomed to fail."

"Squeak." Naturally, Team Emiya didn't have time to make any arrangements for the mage tower they had obtained temporarily.

It wasn't even locked.

Mars just knocked casually and saw the door open. The remaining four people were tinkering with something with their backs to him.

At this time, Emilia turned around and replied, "Give up? It's a little too late for you to say that."

"What do you mean?" Mars didn't react. "It's just a few days of sunk costs. I think it's acceptable."

"No, I mean..."

Emiya leaned over and picked up their work.

Those were several huge two-handed swords hidden in scabbards.

Each giant sword is hidden in a scabbard, and the gap between the sword and the scabbard is sealed by a scroll.

The scabbard is surrounded by eight stars, with the front and back of silver coins carved on both sides. A raging fire is swirling below, and countless musical notes are scattered in the corners.

"—we're done."

"This one's yours."

Reunion after 23,000 years

“…It’s been rainy for several days in a row.”

Lude looked at the gray sky and sighed gloomily.

The chief reader, Stutin, had already changed out of the Oghma priest's undergarment for shining armor. "It was I who went down into the crypt, not you—I would rather you said something nice."

"Then you should go find Team Emya. They are the only ones in Candlekeep who have priests of Tymora."

The Chief Reader waved his hand in annoyance. "These past few days, Team Emiya's magic tower has been exploding several times a day, even shaking the rain clouds above it apart by several inches! Is she really a priest of Tymora?"

Lude replied, "Alestria has also been a priest in Baldur's Gate for decades. Her background and experience are very complete."

"A lucky priest who was forced to leave his homeland due to misfortune?" Stutin sighed. "I'd better believe in myself."

Lude finished his chant and cast the final blessing spell on his colleagues and subordinates: "We are priests of the Oracle Cult. Be careful with your words."

"The outcome of the prophecy is clear: there will be danger, but it won't be total failure. Then there's nothing to fear."

In addition to the Church of Oghma, there were nearly twenty other team members, large and small, present.

The leader or second-in-command of each church, the most powerful believer in the church.

And reinforcements from outside.

The paladin Apodel Adrian, and the only two mages present, the Forsaken and the Shadow of Toth.

Naturally, other members of Candlekeep were also there to see them off.

Toss was the only lone person present. Candlekeep did not agree to remove the chain restriction spell, but instead repeatedly warned Toss that the current Candlekeep was extremely unfriendly to undead creatures and hoped that he would not act rashly.

Toss could only pretend not to care and wander around the court casually.

However, he soon discovered something unusual.

The Forsaken, this mysterious Asmoa, has no other self.

"Ms. Forsaken, don't you bring a simulacrum?"

"Sir Toth, I remember that in your time, simulacrum wasn't as widely used as it is today." Metatron didn't answer the question, but instead immediately asked, "Even though you won't be active in the material plane for long, you've immediately learned about the development of modern magic. I'm truly admirable."

"...No, I'm just curious why you're so fearless." Toss immediately changed the subject. "If I were still alive, I probably wouldn't be willing to be one of the first to go underground."

"Heh. Maybe it's the blood of heaven flowing through my body." The lady who looked like Asmo answered.

"The blood of heaven... and also brought you a sword?" Tos frowned slightly.

"I like Transfiguration, but Transfiguration doesn't come with weapons, so I have to prepare in advance, that's all." Metatron shrugged. "No wizard would want to transform into a six-armed snake demon and then go up and punch him."

As the two mages chatted, it was Apodel Adrian who was being surrounded. Emya was earnestly explaining the use of the sword at his waist: "This sword is technically unfinished. So, when you think you've reached your limit, hold the scabbard tightly through the scroll with one hand and draw the greatsword with the other. Then you'll see what you desperately need."

Apodale was silent for a moment, then asked, "How old are you?"

"21... or 22?"

"Less two zeros," Apodale sighed. "This is about as vague as when Elminster guided me."

"You'll understand when you draw your sword."

"You're still going!"

At this moment, Lude finally confirmed that most people had finished their pre-battle spellcasting and entered the whispering stage. He clapped his hands and shouted, "Well, everyone, please prepare yourself. According to the plan, the Forsaken Lady, who has entered the crypt once before, will lead the team into the underground. However, several days have passed since then, and the underground may have been turned upside down. You must be extremely vigilant."

"Everyone, please set off!"

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What exactly is the underground caverns of Candlekeep like?

If Apodale were to say, this is Candlekeep's biggest weakness and blind spot.

But now, there is a chill here that cannot be concealed at all.

It was the smell of death.

The priests paid close attention to the hissing of their protective spells against negative energy, and could not help but sweat slightly on their foreheads. Mirriel's priest even shouted, "-Is the underground of Candlekeep directly connected to the negative energy plane?"

Stutin shook his head. "A few days ago, this mutation summoned dozens of Milim phantoms. The mutation has already continued to an unbearable level. If it weren't for Emiya's chain restriction technique, we wouldn't have been able to sleep these past few days!"

Regardless, it was a blessing not to be thrust into battle immediately. Some priests even grabbed the holy emblem early on.

The area they arrived in was quite unusual—the underground of Candlekeep was theoretically a naturally carved cavern, but here it was filled with intricate carvings and silver and gems.

It's more like a palace than a crypt.

However, the deserted palace hidden in the cave is more like a so-called tomb.

This was the residence prepared for the silver dragon Milim. It wasn't large, as most of her body had disappeared. A palace too large would only remind her of her former body and cause her to become enraged.

However, the center of the palace was empty—something that should have been there had disappeared.

Stutin took a quick look around and immediately came to a conclusion: "Ms. Abandoned, this is where Milim's coffin was originally."