"Unless the person who receives you tells you to, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not do anything without permission!"

Don't ask, don't touch, don't change.

Don't change.

Elvish is an exquisite and gorgeous language. Perhaps the elves often use allusions and puns, but an elf of the mysterious man's level would not make low-level language mistakes.

Change, this verb is really too unusual.

She suddenly had a vague premonition, so much so that she began to tremble uncontrollably.

And Emilia understood even more why this door was so priceless.

No, priceless?

This door may be related to the future of the entire planet!

Emiya adjusted her breathing and asked, "...Yin, that's a time gate. Right?

"Perhaps it leads to a time ten thousand years ago?"

If his predictions were correct, the reason why that door was so dangerous...

Because on the other side of the door, there might be only two beings waiting for visitors. And it is very likely that Yin and Metatron cannot and should never enter that door.

One of those two beings was Metatron himself...

The other is Metatron's creator, the goddess of time in her prime, the first goddess of magic, and the embodiment of the magic web...

Mystrel.

After stepping through that door, after seeing the face of the Goddess of Time and the Magic Web with his own eyes, Silver's true name will be revealed to everyone in the team.

Yes, this was definitely not a door they should enter right now. If they had to enter, it would be before the final battle.

After returning from that door, no matter what happened inside, their adventure will come to an end.

Volume 6 Elements and Dragon Star

The highest recognition from the people of Gond

Now, a month has passed since the Battle of Candlekeep.

Feren, who was once fighting fiercely, suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence.

But everyone knew what each other was doing: licking their wounds and regrouping.

The intensity of the conflict will become increasingly terrifying until one side is completely crushed.

Theoretically, Emiya and his companions could play the greatest role if they stayed in Faerun - the problem was that Emiya was not willing to join the side of the All-Knowing One.

It is true that this second-generation magic goddess, who was literally an ex machina, saved Waterdeep, but her origins are too bizarre.

She was already dead! This fact had been confirmed repeatedly by countless people before her return!

Moreover, less than a year after her death, her position as a deity had been replaced by Midnight, and even the conventional path for the gods to be resurrected had been blocked.

How on earth did she come back to life!?

Precisely because she is shrouded in mystery and yet clearly possesses immense strength, having become one of the leaders of the forces of good in a short period of time, Emilia has absolutely no desire to come into close contact with such an unknown god.

——In particular, Silver must never be allowed to appear in front of the Omniscient One.

Although he was not 100% sure, he still believed that this was an outright murder.

However, he had always been very active, not afraid of threats at all, and his reputation had spread throughout the Harpers. But for no apparent reason, he backed off and refused to join the battlefield that was most suitable for him...

This is also too conspicuous.

Therefore, Yin's proposal, precisely because it is crazy enough and incomprehensible enough, is actually a reasonable way out.

Halruaa.

The city's state religion is the goddess of magic, a tradition passed down from the Nether era. Also, during the Arcane Plague, a large number of members of the Church of Mystra, including Mystra's Paladin Knights, were in Halruaa.

As long as Halrua can return, the Magic Church can be said to be able to recover its combat power from the moment of near extinction and reverse the passive situation in one fell swoop.

It is morally impeccable, but ridiculous in terms of feasibility.

Extremely high risk, extremely high return, absolute adventure.

Although such an action is too crazy and does not consider the risks at all, if it succeeds, the profits it brings will be able to shut everyone up.

——This is also in line with their style of almost never fearing risks along the way.

This is also one of the few ways for them to leave the omniscient and unique sight with a clear conscience.

Journey to Abeir, Toril's Twin.

However, just getting to Abel is already an extremely difficult task.

During this month, Emya did not hide their itinerary plans, and more and more people began to know that the supernova that once turned most of the Sword Coast upside down was about to head to Abel and would most likely never return.

The good news was that during this month, Emia received countless orders—an opportunity that allowed her to complete her work while also upgrading her team's equipment to almost the upper limit of Faerûn's magical items. The paladin, who had just finished reading the precious Strength Spellbook, sadly discovered that his newly acquired Cloud Giant Strength Belt had completely obliterated his impressive strength—while the priestess, who hadn't read the Strength Spellbook, also successfully obtained a Fire Giant Strength Belt.

Meanwhile, throughout this month, they maintained constant contact with Halrua, speaking approximately every ten days. During this time, they continuously obtained more and more information from the communication crystal sphere, the same crystal sphere that established the connection between Haverfont and Halrua.

"I have been trying to persuade you for a whole month." The old wizard who sent the message to them was named Naif Al Musa.

A typical Halruaan name.

At this moment, the old wizard was still on the other side of the crystal, still giving earnest advice: "Right now, Halrua's Elder Council, a total of four hundred wizards above the eighth ring, have been busy and single-mindedly preparing to return home for nearly a hundred years. Now, they can only say that they have recovered slightly from their helpless state. What can you, a small team, do?"

The old wizard slapped the book in front of him in dissatisfaction. "You are too young. Even if you are a genius, what can you do? Are you a fifth-ring wizard? A sixth-ring wizard? Or even a seventh-ring wizard? Do you know why we are trapped in this Abel and can't move forward?"

"The eighth ring is the threshold for entering the Halruaan Elder Council. In fact, the number of ninth-ring or even stronger mages in the Council consistently remains in the double or triple digits year-round. Even so, we are helpless! Because in today's Halruaan, even the most powerful mages, after years of hard work, can only cast sixth-ring spells! Do you think we haven't been to a plane without the magic network? This planet is not so much a dead magic zone as it is an enemy magic zone. This planet itself is hostile to us and the people of Toril! Do you understand?"

"I understand." Emilia nodded.

If there is any country in this world that could possibly defeat Larloch single-handedly, it would most likely be Halruaa.

With Haru'a at his wit's end, Emiya's efforts alone would be futile. Therefore, their true trump cards on this trip were Metatron and Silver.

But unfortunately, at this most critical moment, Silver's secret must not be revealed to anyone, at least not before arriving in Abel.

For this reason, Mr. Emiya could only choose to use uncommon words to vaguely pass over the matter: "A month ago, I would not have dared to make such a crazy decision. But in the Battle of Candlekeep, I was one of the main forces that defeated a sufficiently powerful enemy, so I thought I could give it a try."

"Tsk." The old wizard sneered. "Young people achieve something, and they mistakenly interpret the satisfaction that spreads throughout their body, mind, and soul as their own strength... Who did you defeat? Halffont is a very talented wizard. You may have defeated her, which is great... But even if Halffont joined the Council of Four Hundred Elders, she would only rank below 100th."

"I blasted Larloch to pieces myself and returned him to his phylactery," he replied.

Although every achievement of each person in the Battle of Candlekeep was achieved through collaboration, at this moment Emilia could only shamelessly take all the credit on herself.

But it can't be said to be completely bragging.

Tearing Larloch apart with artillery shells and severely damaging Shar... This record, which was enough to shock the Pantheon, was the key to his continuous promotions in just one month.

"...Who? Larloch!?"

The reputation of Larloch, the Warlock King, was simply too great. Even if Halruaa had separated from Netheril long before its fall, it was impossible for them not to have heard of this nearly invincible archmage.

But precisely because of this, the old wizard, who had lived with Emiya for nearly ten thousand kilometers, nearly choked with laughter: "...You...you look serious, but when it comes to telling jokes...you actually have some extra talent!"

The problem is, this is no joke.

When this communication took place, Emiya was on the second floor of Grand Duke Violet's Mage Tower. This floor wasn't often visited, as the first floor was usually filled with a dazzling array of goods, enough to dazzle even the average adventurer.

But today is indeed a little special.

At this moment, the Grand Duke's shapeshifting maid, Lorian, knocked on Emiya's door: "Mr. Emiya, there is a guest looking for you."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then stood up and apologized to Musa, saying, "Looks like that's all for today's communication. I don't really have many friends, so today is just unfortunate."

The old wizard Halrua, who was always even busier than Emiya, was in a good mood today and replied, "I have some free time today—do you mind if I sit in on the class?"

The Halruaan wizard said he didn't believe it, but he was actually tempted.

This is part of the test.

Until now, the most crucial key to reach Abel is still missing.

The gates to Abel couldn't reach him. His teacher, Metatron, had already tried this on several planes in recent days. Any gate that called upon Abel would lead to Toril.

The wish spell could theoretically take them to Abel, but there was an unwritten rule about the wish spell: don't use the wish spell to fulfill a wish that you don't know how to fulfill.

Perhaps the wish will succeed, but the more likely scenario is that the monks of Candlekeep will record the circumstances of your death and your epitaph in a book.

Now, the last hope rests on the teleportation spell. This spell is only level seven, and Emilia can cast it now. However, in addition to memory and magic power, it also requires a key ingredient.

——A tuning fork that is in tune with the current plane.

Apparently, there's a chicken-and-egg humor to this spell material: if you want to go to that plane, you need to have a tuning fork from that plane, but if you're not on that plane, you can't make a tuning fork from that plane.

Of course, in reality this problem is solved by relying on divine power and a large number of portals that exist randomly.

But now, Abel is in such a dead place.

If the Halruaan wizards were unwilling to show the Abel tuning fork they had developed, they would never be able to go to Abel.

The old wizard Halrua was obviously also a powerful figure in Halrua, and he was probably one of the most important students of the previous Wizard King.

In other words, he is one of the current leaders of Halrua - now, he would chat with Emya, probably just like the relationship between the former Mage King Zarason and Halffont: to pass the time in the miserable environment where the arcane was blocked.

Emilia had to provide evidence that she was not just a young underdog.

He sighed and asked Lorien outside the door, "Excuse me, who is the guest?"

"It's Bishop Hus," Lorian replied. "It seems the Supreme Hall of Miracles has finally reopened its doors to the public after a month of silence."

The performance of artillery in the Battle of Sword Coast a month ago was certainly epoch-making.

The firing method devised by Emya completely reversed the artillery's previous predicament of relying almost entirely on fate. It shattered numerous liches and countless skeletons at Candlekeep, and also achieved remarkable results at Baldur's Gate. The fall of the Silver Shield family had originally severely weakened the Church of Gond, and the First Church's position should have been seriously shaken—but in that great war, the people of Gond even outperformed all remaining factions combined.

This result not only caused an uproar in the Sword Coast, but also within the Gond Temple, so much so that the people of Gond closed their doors and refused to see visitors for nearly a month.

As a result, on the first day the church opened its doors to visitors, they came to visit the Grand Duke's residence?

The moment she saw Hus, Emilia was stunned.

This priest, who was actually a bit cynical, now looked radiant - his somewhat worn robes and tools were all brand new, or even completely upgraded.

Bishop Hus was not actually very popular among the people of Gond - although this bishop, who was about to enter old age, had some followers, but gunpowder, a school that almost pursued destruction, was not the most eye-catching among many craftsmen and artists.

However, Baldur's Gate is just dozens of kilometers away from Larloch's lair.

Therefore, after Larloch transferred tens of thousands of skeletons to the vicinity of Candlekeep, most of the remaining low-level undead came to the city of Baldur's Gate.

If the most oppressive battle in the Battle of Candlekeep was the countless sea of ​​liches, then the people of Baldur were facing a truly overwhelming army of undead.

The undead army didn't even have any decent command - they simply spread out in front of Baldur's Gate and easily surrounded the entire Baldur's Gate. From the harbor to the outer city, every part of Baldur's Gate was covered by Larloch's sea of ​​undead.

As you can imagine, this is exactly the battlefield that heavy artillery loves most.

In the Battle of the Sword Coast, artillery recklessly reduced hundreds of thousands of undead to ashes. During the Late Summer Rebellion, the excessive production of holy water by the Church of Gond was used as fragments in shrapnel shells.

The endless army was slaughtered and annihilated like wheat. The bone dust purified by holy water piled up into thick clouds in the sky, and the brilliant silver light obscured the eyes of the Bod people.

It was a scene that was enough to make the blood of all living things boil.

It is conceivable that within a few days after the war, the threshold of the Gond Church was trampled by countless visitors.

"My Lord has promoted me to the rank of Master of Gond." Hus took a deep breath as he faced Emilia. "This position in the Church is second only to my teacher, Master of Gond Gutenberg. This means I will be one of the candidates for the next Master. And this is entirely due to your help."

"Congratulations……"

"No, no, no, Your Excellency. What I said just now was merely to prove my eligibility to visit you on behalf of the people of Gond." As if completely unaware of the subtlety of his address, Huss spoke seriously. "We heard you were planning to travel to Abel... We have no right to comment on that, but we are willing to provide you with whatever assistance we can."

The new master craftsman candidate took out a set of familiar and rather complex decorative tools from his dimensional bag.

The people of Gond generally carry a set of heavy, clanking tool chains with them so that they can use their skills to solve any problem at any time and anywhere - but the set of tools Huss took out was extremely special.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be luxury.

The various tools were not decorated with any nonsensical decorations such as gems that would hinder their use, but the tools themselves were made entirely of the most expensive refined gold, and the seemingly inconspicuous anti-slip patterns on the handles of the tools were clearly extremely fine and intricate carvings.

Hus handed the tools over solemnly. "This set of tools represents two things: First, the people of Gond thank you for your indelible contributions to the church and the development of technology. This set of tools is given to you as a token of your gratitude. This token will prove your unparalleled contribution and reputation among the people of Gond. From now on, you will be on equal footing with the Gond Master Craftsman. In other words, you can use this token to command any Gond citizen and call upon the resources of the Gond Church."

Without a doubt, this is the highest level of gift for someone outside the church.

Before Emilia could refuse, Hus added sternly, "You can refuse, but I have no right to take this set of tokens back. You should understand that my teacher has no right to give out tokens of this level on his own."

In other words, this set of tokens was decided by the god of craftsmen, Gunder, to be given to Emya.

Emiya couldn't help but shake her head. "First of all, I may have made some achievements, but those were all achieved with my companions. If I were to rely solely on myself..."

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