Equipment Printing School Mage

It was late summer night, and the moisture in the forest slowly rose into a dense mist. The moonlight of Selûne was perfectly highlighted by this mist, and the rising clouds were dyed silver, like dancing motes of light.

Emilia looked at the church shining in the beam of light and began to think.

The old man certainly didn't want them to leave the area, but he didn't seem to be that obviously hostile.

Of course, this could be due to self-confidence - a church leader of this age could very well be a high-ranking pastor. He was confident that he could capture the two young men at any time.

This is Faerun, and the priests in the small village are not necessarily weak.

However, there are indeed many anomalies in the Corner of the Hollow - the simplest one is the location of the church.

In Faerun, a priest is often a mentor, doctor, psychologist, and village leader. So naturally, the church should be the absolute center of a village.

But in the corner of the hole, there wasn't even a single hut around the church. However, there was a cemetery around the church, so there must be people living nearby.

"...?"

Emiya whispered to Mars, "You seemed to have heard insects chirping before. What kind of insects were those?"

Mars hesitated for a moment, then replied through the communication technique, "The sounds are dense, probably a large group of insects moving in a narrow area... I think this church is probably still raising bees, and on a large scale."

"Bees...honey."

Emilia's gaze rested on the shining church, and an idea came to her mind.

He hadn't been able to enter the church yet, so he couldn't see the interior and couldn't tell who it belonged to. The old man was also too plain, without any trace of holy emblems.

However, if that light dust is really a revelation from the Moon Goddess, there may be more meaning behind it.

The belief in Selûne is widespread in Faerûn, and anyone can be a believer of the Moon Goddess.

but……

In Faerun, a phenomenon always has a thousand different possibilities. Therefore, the so-called "eliminating all impossibilities" is just empty talk.

On this continent, nothing is impossible.

However, when facing each other, you can completely treat the greatest possibility as known information and use it to deceive.

Emiya pondered for a moment, and her facial expression returned to calm.

He pointed behind the old man and said, "Excuse me, the danger you're talking about is those giant bears that are gathering around us?"

"What?!" The old man's face almost immediately revealed an expression of incomparable shock, and he immediately turned his head away.

Even before he could see clearly behind him, he had already started cursing, "You bastards, didn't I tell you—"

The old man was stunned when he was halfway through swearing.

Behind him, there was only a quiet forest. Where were the gathering bears?

And from this reaction, Emilia had already obtained the information he wanted.

The wizard patted the paladin's shoulder. "Well, let's go into the church. Today is a full moon night, and lycanthropes can't control themselves, even reliable bears. We really shouldn't be wandering around outside."

10 I am really a magician

"Come in!!!!!!!!"

Theoretically, if the two of them accepted the old man's advice, they would be guests of the church.

Even Emilia hadn't revealed Mars' identity yet - after the Arcane Calamity, the Church of Mystra and the Church of Selûne were eternal allies, and the two goddesses were very close.

As long as they reveal Mars' identity, the two of them can receive further preferential treatment - this is the perfect situation.

However, judging from the old pastor's deafening voice, things were obviously not going that way.

The old pastor did put away his axe and opened the church door, allowing the two of them to enter - but the momentum of opening the door was quite unusual -

The heavy wooden door creaked and screamed as the priest swung it, as if the door had just robbed the priest of his mead and successfully escaped.

As Emilia passed by the door hinge, she examined it for a moment and said to the pastor's back, "If you keep using this much force every time you open the door, this door hinge probably won't see the Moon Festival this year."

The pastor paused and took a deep breath.

Then, like a giant bear, he turned around and roared back, shaking the earth. "I'm happy with it! This church is exposed to the wind during the day and the rain at night. Every day, a bunch of bear cubs trying to get some mead will squeeze in. What's wrong with having more French windows?"

This was the first time she heard that the French window was located at the door—Aimi wisely swallowed the words.

As for why the pastor was in a bad mood...Emia gradually understood it.

Older people never like others to undermine their work, and Emilia's demolition was particularly simple and crude.

The old man was right. The church's airtightness was visibly poor. Even after the two of them had entered the church, the evening breeze still blew past their backs through the tiny gaps.

The interior of this church was just as simple as the exterior... plain and unadorned. Pieces of rock, simply polished, were laid on the ground. Hanging on the church wall was a single wooden emblem of Selûne—another crude, almost tear-jerking sight.

Of course, the biggest problem was the church's overly large skylight. To allow moonlight to shine into the church unimpeded, the top of the church was almost empty—it was more like having no ceiling at all than a skylight.

The saying "wind during the day, rain at night" is definitely not empty talk.

However, even so, the church still retains a common feature of Selûne churches - a canal surrounding the entire church.

However, the water flowing in this canal wasn't water, but a golden liquid bubbling slightly. As soon as I got close, the rich sweet aroma of honey mixed with a hint of alcohol filled my mouth and nose.

Perhaps because it was a full-moon night, there were some milky white flocs like cream floating on the surface of the canal.

Seeing this substance, Emiya couldn't help but lean over and murmured, "Is this [Moonfire]? The book says that the goddess Selûne will transform the wine and milk offered by her believers into moonfire and give it to her believers. This substance can easily destroy undead creatures and is used to craft magical items. In emergencies, it can also serve as a medium for the goddess to bestow power..."

"Huh, you know a lot." The old pastor waved his hand.

He dug out a silver-blue robe from a dark corner of the church and put it on. The woodcutter instantly turned into a real priest - although the robe looked a little funny against the old man's muscles.

But then, the old man took a step forward, letting Selune's light shine upon him. This sense of disharmony vanished instantly.

The old man coughed lightly, and the ferocious expression on his face faded. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Eswhite, the only priest of the Hollow Corner."

"Like all Selune churches, this place is open to all friendly guests. Although the Hollow Corner is indeed a little special, the church remains unchanged."

"Although you two are so annoying that I want to kick you out immediately, I really can't find a suitable reason, so I can only hold my nose and entertain you..."

These blunt words made Emiya sweat slightly. "Can I just say what I said just now?"

"Before you say that, you should reflect on yourself first." Pastor Eswhite sneered and continued, "The Corner of the Hollow is remote. No matter where you came from, it's probably taken you a whole day to get here. You're probably tired by now."

"Tonight...even though it's already early in the morning...you can rest here with peace of mind. I'll go get some food. I can't sleep anyway, so I can keep watch for you."

At this moment, Mars suddenly asked: "Are you also a bear man?"

"Nonsense! Hollow Horn is full of bearmen, and so are the priests here. It's just that I rely on the goddess's grace to control myself from going crazy during the full moon." The priest waved his hand. "If you don't trust the bearmen, take the jerky and get out now."

Of course, leaving was impossible. The Selune faithful, the Ursine, were a well-known and kind group in Faerun. To be blunt, the Selune church was far more reliable than the average roadside inn.

Eswhite lifted a plank from the ground, revealing a storage cellar beneath. After a moment, the old man pulled out a large plate of dried meat. "Come on, woodcutter in the forest, of course this is all you have to eat. Hunting wild animals is much easier than kneading flour and farming."

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the priest pulled out a large bottle of mead as if by magic. "Of course, the most popular wine in Hollow Corner is Mr. Eswhite's homemade honey wine, which he brews with his own bees. It's perfect for accompanying meals—"

Mars stood up and stretched out his hands: "Thank you for your hospitality--"

"Oh, the meat is complimentary." Eswhite then pulled his hand back, "but the wine isn't."

"We are strange people living in the countryside. When there are no festivals, we don't even have frequent exchanges with each other. But in the past few days, outsiders have been visiting one after another..." The priest glanced at the still unconscious captives, "What happened? What are you doing here?"

"I don't care about your privacy, but I have to think about everyone's safety. If it affects us, you have to tell me the truth."

"In exchange, if you are right, I might also support you."

The previous conversation was a negotiation between strangers.

This time, it is the communication between the guests and the host.

Emiya put her hand to her nose and weighed the matter for a moment.

The Church of Mystra is an ally of the Church of Selûne. Paladins are a thing of the past, and mages, rounding off as they are, are also half-members of the Church of Mystra.

Emiya is also not used to treating others as mere tools.

He nodded. "As it should be. We're here for the druids here. However, we hold no hostility towards the Circle; rather, we hope to gain their assistance. If all goes well, even if there is a conflict, it won't be related to the Hollowhorn."

"Really?"

Emilia met the old man's gaze and nodded without hesitation. "As long as there aren't any bizarre accidents, that's it. The Sharptooth Forest is vast, and even if a conflict occurs, it won't affect the Hollow Corner, which may be several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers away—although we don't know where the ring of the Sharptooth Forest will be yet."

He thought for a moment and added, "Oh, by the way, the results of our interrogation just now show that the druids here seem to be interested in magical items for unknown reasons."

"That's good." This news visibly relieved the old man. He took out the wine glass and poured the golden wine into the glasses in front of the few people without any ceremony. "My church has nothing except a little moon fire, so there is nothing to worry about."

Although mead is considered a noble wine and has a special status in later generations...but for the old man, mead is obviously just an extremely delicious drink.

The old man wiped the wine from his beard, reached out and flicked his hand from the nearby mead stream, sticking a small wisp of moonfire on his finger. "As for using moonfire to make magic items? I only have the knowledge, I've never tried it myself."

This topic, however, was of great interest to Emilia: "Why? I think this kind of activity is very attractive."

"Of course I'm interested in this kind of skill that almost turns stone into gold," the pastor said, holding out his thick hands in a grouchy tone. "Unfortunately, my hands are only good for felling trees, keeping bees, and dragging wild boars. I can't do anything more delicate, and the other villagers are no different."

"Even this shabby church is the product of our lifelong learning! I can't make something as precious as a magic item."

Having said that, the priest glanced up and down at Emilia.

"As for you two..." The priest patted Emiya's arm, "But...tsk tsk, look at your muscles and calluses...are you a priest?"

Emiya shook her head without hesitation: "No."

"Making magical items isn't for you. It's probably too late to become an apprentice now. As for carpentry..."

At this point, the pastor's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you two good carpenters? If you can help renovate the church, any favor is fine! As long as the goddess agrees, I can even give you the moon and fire!"

Mars shook his head: "I'm sorry, although it may not look like it, besides swords, I only know how to read and write."

"Huh?!" The priest's eyes widened, his gaze shifting from Mars's bulky figure several times. "A scholar? You?"

Mars replied sullenly, "Judging people by appearance is not a good idea. For example, the person you thought couldn't make magic items actually can."

The paladin glanced at the second half-sword at his waist: "Is his skill even so high that it's terrifying?"

"Ah?" The priest's voice rose again. He stood up and looked at Emilia carefully again: "You? Magic items? How to do it?"

Emiya raised her hands wordlessly: "I am a mage."

On this continent, the main producers of magic items are mages, priests, and druids.

In fact, the mage may be the absolute main force.

The priest silently put the wine glass on the ground, stood up, lit the light spell, and then confirmed it again with the double insurance of moonlight and magic.

Emiya's body is muscular and obviously he has been exercising.

He even had a real sharp-edged long sword on his waist.

...Mage?

"what?????"

The Visit of the Eleven Druids

"Um, this little brother..."

Perhaps because he needed help from others, the pastor's attitude became softer than ever before.

"My name is Emiya from Lunya."

"Oh, little brother from that...?" Eswhite coughed and said in an unusually kind tone, "Although I hope you can help renovate the church, you can rest for a night before doing anything else. Haven't you been traveling for a long time?"

"Luckily, the distance from Friendly Arm to here is only about two hundred kilometers." Emiya hid beside the canal and shook her head. "Of course, there are two reasons why I decided to do it tonight."

"Firstly, I didn't use up much mana on the way, so I might as well use it up tonight and then sleep."

"Secondly..." Emiya sighed, her facial expression twisted. "The dried meat just now was too hard. I chewed it for a long time and I'm no longer sleepy at all."

Old man Eswhite's facial muscles twitched.

He angrily threw a large piece of dried meat into his mouth. The dried meat was as hard as firewood but as fragile as dead leaves, crackling in his mouth.

It is really effortless for a bear man to chew this kind of dried meat.

The priest took a gulp of mead, washing the meat scraps down his throat. Wiping his beard, he exclaimed, "How can this meat be tough? We in the Hollow Horn have been eating meat this way for years! It's probably because the food you normally eat is too soft. You need to exercise your teeth more!"

Strictly speaking, teeth belong to bones. I have only heard of exercising muscles, but not bones.

Amyia's eyes lost a little color.

There is still a big gap between the teeth of ordinary humans and those of bear people.

Emiya pressed her brows in pain and decided to skip the topic.