Equipment Printing School Mage

He slowly tilted the huge wooden bottle, and pure white moon fire as thick as cream gushed out of the bottle mouth, forming a thick liquid column in mid-air.

It was already late at night, and the moon was already setting.

But Selune's light became extremely bright at this moment, and the darkness in the small church disappeared in an instant.

The clear light and the liquid column fell into the canal together. The mead in the canal was instantly dyed snow-white by the moonlight, and the surging bubbles gradually solidified in the light.

Magic power is gathering in this small room.

After just a few breaths, the entire pool of mead had been transformed into pure moonlight. Silver threads swirled and danced on these milky-white holy objects, like flames.

Emilia originally thought that even in the luckiest scenario, he would only have the opportunity to see the process of making Moonfire - but this quiet yet mysterious scene still gave him a great shock.

And, for some reason, the dancing silver threads looked particularly captivating. Even though Emilia didn't think she had any particular aesthetic preferences, she couldn't take her eyes off them.

"Excuse me, can I touch Moonfire?"

The answer he got was a matter of course: "Of course, the Moon Fire will not be polluted."

Emiya leaned down and carefully touched the flame-like thread.

In an instant, the world faded.

As if it was covered with an inverted color filter, the light emitted by the moon disappeared without a trace in an instant.

But the whole world disappeared with it.

The wooden church vanished in an instant, and Emya seemed to have suddenly arrived in the wilderness. But the moonfire continued to flow slowly in the canal, proving that it remained where it was.

But the world shone with silver light.

The figures of the priest in front of him and the holy warrior not far from the door became blurred and difficult to identify, but there were dim silver threads floating around their bodies.

And further away, deep in the Sharptooth Forest, a figure surrounded by a much denser mass of silk threads was approaching the church. And in the far distance, there was a silver ocean like a forest in flames.

Aimiya was slightly stunned and subconsciously stretched out his hand - naturally, the same silver threads were also dancing around him, more vigorous than the priest and the paladin, but far less vigorous than the approaching visitor.

The faint silk threads are flying in every corner of the world.

In the moonlight, within the crowns and roots of tall trees, and even beneath the earth - silver threads are everywhere.

"……This is?"

As Emilia hesitated, the silk threads were woven into a long and complex sequence of runes in the moonlight. After swaying in front of him, they slowly dissipated in the air.

The complex meaning contained in it washed over Emilia's mind in a very short time, causing a slight pain in the back of his head - but he still understood it.

That's all you need to know to craft magic items with moonfire.

The silver world disappeared, as if what he saw was just an illusion.

But no matter what, he had obviously just encountered some kind of adventure, or received some kind of blessing.

Emiya hesitated for a moment and asked, "...Mars, my companion, is he worthy of witnessing this? He is the true follower of Mystra."

The believers of the Church of Mystra should be regarded as brothers of the Selune believers - and Emya herself, if we are not being strict about it, is probably an unbeliever. With such an identity, she should not receive such extraordinary treatment.

The priest spoke, the moonlight swaying slightly. "According to the agreement between you two, during the journey, the paladin will not take any spoils of war or any entrusted property as compensation. In exchange, you will provide his food, clothing, shelter, weapons and equipment. So, teaching you is the same as giving it to him, isn't it?"

Emilia was shocked: "How did you know——"

He received no answer, only a woman's chuckle reached his ears.

The world darkened and the moon finally sank below the horizon.

Only then did Emilia realize that he was still touching the canal, but the silver thread had disappeared.

He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Eswhite? Did you speak just now?"

The old priest wasn't standing before him. Instead, he sat in a corner of the church, gulping down mead. He stood up hastily when he heard the question. "Huh? I didn't say anything. I didn't dare disturb the mage's meditation."

"...Ha." Emilia pressed her brows in distress.

As for the subsequent renovation of the church, I am afraid that no matter how hard I try, it will not be able to overcome human nature.

However, that burning silver forest...

He looked outside the church.

Could it be the sacred forest of the druids?

Who could that creature that was about to visit be?

Druid of the Forest of Fourteen Teeth

Tranquil, peaceful... even for druids, these adjectives only apply to the area surrounding their woodlands.

The forest is often filled with dangers—the carnivorous beasts that roam are merely prey. Various unusual monsters also inhabit the forest—owlbears being the most common. And cunning fey may lurk in every corner of the forest, plotting the most heinous mischief.

Of course, you might be lucky enough not to encounter a strange creature you've never heard of - you might encounter one that's relatively famous.

For example, the green dragon and the black dragon.

In short, although the druids claim to be the protectors of the forest and safeguard the balance of the world, the inhabitants of the forest may not all think so.

Druids might be able to communicate with them, but that didn't mean they could resolve the conflict. If they rashly entered their territory, they could easily find themselves in danger.

The druid named Fenwei is now personally verifying this.

——Even the journey to visit the Hollow Corner was unusual.

"Stop, outsider!"

The druid made no effort to conceal his whereabouts, and so the rustling of footsteps soon approached from all directions. At the same time, a dark figure landed in front of the druid.

He was a hairy, adult male with a build stronger than a brown bear, covered in tattered linen and makeshift clothing made from tangled leaves and vines.

Although the roadblocker was unarmed, he was not intimidated at all: "Who are you? A druid? When did a druid appear in the Sharptooth Forest? And a woman at that."

Fenwei shook his head, a faint smile on his face. "Gender is meaningless in the eyes of nature. Or is it that you care about it? You haven't found a lover yet?"

The druid's response was far beyond his expectations, but the blocker still let out a breath, cooling his burning cheeks a little. "We have no hostility towards druids... but you must explain clearly, what are you doing in the Corner of the Hollow?"

"We don't have any special intentions." Fenwell smiled and tapped his lips. "We came to the Sharptooth Forest a few months ago. Now that the Druid Circle is just beginning, we plan to establish connections with the residents of the forest to avoid unnecessary conflicts in the future and to help each other in the future. That's all."

"Tsk, help each other." The young man who blocked the road did not intend to hide his identity. He just sighed in distress and looked around subconsciously, "Let me think about it..."

"Don't worry." Fenwei walked slowly to his side and said with a smile, "I just came to tell you that I want to visit you, that's all, there is no other intention."

"So, can you all stop hiding?" The female druid followed the young man's gaze towards the nearby forest. "Bears don't live in groups."

There were some noises coming from the bushes, but the creature hiding there never showed up.

The bear-man youth laughed. "Anyway, my opinion doesn't count. I have to go find..."

"You don't have to be so hostile to me," Fenwë interrupted him. "You are the children of the moonlight, living in the forest, enjoying your lives, and not killing or cutting down trees indiscriminately. You are our most respected allies."

"Haha, no..." The man who blocked the way touched his head and was about to laugh, but suddenly became alert again, "What child of the moonlight?"

The druid's next words immediately made the young man's face flush red. "Ah, I am a druid after all—Sir, remember to take off your clothes before the next full moon. Even the most extravagant nobles wouldn't tear off a piece of clothing every month, right?"

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Powerful mages and priests can change their positions in space at will, and even travel between different worlds. And druids naturally have their own unique skills.

The fourth-level tree jump allows them to teleport between two trees within a few kilometers. With this spell, druids can cross distances of dozens of kilometers in a minute.

The Sixth Ring Wood Release technique allowed druids to transport several people to any tree in the entire plane. While not as free as Teleport, it avoided the risk of being transported directly underground or into mid-air. It could be said that each had its pros and cons.

Many teleportation spells had almost no warning signs. Because of this, using a teleportation spell to enter another person's territory was considered quite offensive.

Eswhite glanced at the sky.

The sun has vaguely appeared on the edge of the treetops, and the red glow has dissipated.

Just as the old pastor stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight that was about to enter his eyes, a white cloud suddenly appeared in the position of the sun.

It wasn't so much white clouds as some strange brushstroke. Under someone's control, the misty clouds formed the shape of a universal language in the air. With a few strokes, a polite greeting appeared in the sky.

This is a druid spell.

Eswhite frowned and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

So the two young men hadn't lied to him—and this day would come sooner or later.

How could a village like theirs that made a living from logging not have dealings with druids?

"Ah, my colleagues have a really bad reputation."

Just as Eswhite was sighing, a female voice quietly rang out from behind the tree: "Priests of the God of Justice are regarded as saviors in the village, but druids are the gods of plague to be avoided?"

Eswhite said unhappily in that direction, "Tyr's priests uphold justice for the innocent and the weak. Helping is their purpose itself. Where are you druids?"

"At least, I'm not one of those who consider humans to be enemies of nature." The speaker finally walked out from behind the trees.

She was a beautiful woman who looked less than thirty years old. She had a slender figure and was dressed in typical druid attire: she wore a headdress made of dead branches, which looked like the antlers of a red deer from a distance, and a green robe woven from vines and leaves. The natural branches and leaves outlined the amazing curves of her body.

She bowed slightly to Eswhite and said, "Good morning, Lord Eswhite. I am Fenwë, a druid of the Sharptooth Forest Circle. The circle has been established for many days, but today we finally found the opportunity to worship..."

Before she could finish her words, she froze in place.

Behind Eswhite was not the simple yet natural wooden house she had imagined.

On the contrary, there stands a small but extremely ingenious place of worship.

The entire church appears to be made entirely of stone. Its exterior walls are covered in murals that appear to depict mythology. Apparently, the production team lacked pigment, so the murals were rendered almost entirely using the mottled texture of the rock itself.

This strange work, which was made entirely of natural materials but showed traces of human effort, made her feel a little dizzy.

The temple was open-air, and with the early morning sunlight, Fenwei could see the scene inside the temple clearly.

In the center of the temple is a huge wooden sculpture that is two people tall. Just like the unusual stone sculpture, this statue surrounded by the canal is also very strange.

Wood carving is supposed to be a work of art slowly crafted from a single log using a chisel. However, this statue lacks any traces of carving, as if the log had grown into this shape naturally.

But she was sure that even a druid could not make a sapling grow into the appearance of the goddess Selûne.

——Not to mention, the wood carvings are covered with mysterious runes, emitting a blue glow at all times, illuminating every corner of the temple, and it does not appear dim even under sunlight.

"......?" Fenwei opened his mouth wide, and after a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty, "Um, Mr. Eswhite, may I ask what is going on with that church?"

Eswhite smiled and said, "Ah? I don't understand what you mean."

Faced with this completely unexpected situation, the female druid finally became somewhat incoherent: "Didn't the villagers of Hollow Horn say that your church is..."

"What is it?" Eswhite said seriously, "Please be mindful of your words."

"We definitely didn't indulge in delicious food and mead. As a result, we couldn't save any money for many years. Finally, under the pastor's constant persuasion, we finally built a church out of simple logs!"

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Although Selune, the Moon Goddess, is kind, she isn't the type to personally speak to everyone. The reason for her actions is clearly stated in the title of the second volume—and that's the book's central plot.

If you have read the second edition of Nether's book, you probably guessed her identity the moment the core character appeared in the book.

The timeline of this book is before the start of the 5th edition. The goddess of magic is about to be resurrected. And Faerun is about to be bloodied again, and Emilia will not be able to remain unscathed.

The Society of Gods and Non-Gods is the one in Planescape: Torment, but regarding this organization, the author adopted a relatively unofficial historical speculation, and this speculation will serve as the basic setting throughout.

Regarding the next volume, the protagonists will obviously go to Baldur's Gate, which will differ from the official timeline.

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The first meeting on the 15th

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Emiya opened her mouth wide, trying to breathe in a huge amount of oxygen into her lungs and expel the carbon dioxide from her blood.

This action is commonly known as yawning.

He didn't do this often unless he was really sleepy - for example, when the scream of the magical alarm forcibly woke him up before he had time to sleep for too long.

His teacher had once said that once an adventure began, long rest might become a luxury, and he now understood that.