Equipment Printing School Mage

Nayef snorted coldly and did not respond.

"What's your name?" Emilia asked.

The young man even spoke Old Netherese quite fluently, albeit with a slightly strange accent - this most primitive Netherese language had gradually faded in the evolution of language even in Halruaa.

Of course, almost every member of the Presbyterian Church is fluent in this language.

Tachi also replied in Ancient Nesir: "I don't want to reveal my name to the illusion - first of all, prove to me that you are not a magic mouth created by the void of Naif."

The young man in the crystal ball was calm, a composure unbecoming of his age. His pupils flickered briefly before he spoke, "We're not far from you... May I ask if you're all in the capital, Halayach? If Halayach isn't taking any special precautions right now, our vehicles can land directly there... I imagine there are ample airports here, right?"

Tachi glanced at Naif. "This is Halrua's secret. You can reveal your location—Halrua is certainly observing the sky."

The red-haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly. "We've already reached the skies above Halruaa, but we're maintaining invisibility. There are dragons lurking nearby... It's already nightfall. Lighting up in the darkness? If we reveal our whereabouts now, we might also expose Halruaa's location."

The air stagnated briefly, and Tachi silently glanced at the other members: Continue with the prediction, why are you standing there?

Almost the next moment, Tachi heard the clear female voice in the crystal ball again: "The prophecy was interrupted for a while, but it has started again now."

The prophecy that had just begun suddenly came to a halt.

For mages of their level, it is quite shameful to take off their robes and be naked in front of others.

But because of this, the originally silent Elder Hall finally began to hear some noises:

"...Is this true? Could someone from Feren really be coming?!"

"Don't...don't be too happy too soon! What if it's just another false alarm?"

Emilia was silent for a moment, then said, "...Then, everyone, I have a suggestion—we will throw down a holy emblem of the Goddess of Magic. It will probably light up when it enters the range of the illusion. When this holy emblem passes by your window, I think there will be no need to argue about this meaningless topic of whether we exist or not."

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While the lights of the Elders' Hall in Halayah were still on, work also continued in another place in the central part of the city.

school.

A teacher in the school pressed his eyebrows in pain and threw the homework book in his hand against the wall in anger.

The lifespan of a dwarf is a full 350 years, so almost all of the dwarves, who make up 5% of the population, have lived from before the Spellplague to the present day.

Therefore, they are most sensitive to Halrua's decline.

Compulsory education in Halrua has never been so difficult.

He opened the window and almost wanted to drink the wine in the corner of the room in one gulp.

In Halruaa, one-third of the people have the talent to cast arcane spells. Another one-third of them can successfully cast at least one first-level arcane spell, and the remaining two-thirds can also learn some tricks that make life much easier.

In Faerun, the proportion of people with arcane talent is one in hundreds.

This dramatic numerical disparity should have been a source of pride for Halrua. But after arriving in the New World, everything changed.

Halruaan children were supposed to learn some interesting and useful arcane arts before reaching adulthood as part of their schooling, but without magical support, their progress declined horribly.

Overnight, the percentage of children who could successfully cast an arcane spell plummeted to one percent.

As a result, Halrua was forced to drastically adjust its original teaching strategy—diversion was discontinued. They didn't know whether the children's inability to cast arcane spells was a genuine lack of talent or simply misfortune.

Not to mention the children, most of the spellcasting citizens have also lost their ability to cast spells. Being able to cast arcane spells now only means exceptional talent, and not being able to cast arcane spells no longer means stupidity.

But the bigger problem is that the original educational syllabus, which was supposed to include a lot of practical exercises and allow children to learn while casting magic, has been completely ruined: how can we have practical classes when there may not be a single student or even teacher in a grade who can cast arcane spells?

Even more tragically, their studies became purely theoretical cramming, and as a result, even the children's enthusiasm for school gradually waned. The first generation of children were still supervised and forced to study by their parents. Eighty years passed, and generation after generation was forced to adapt to life without the arcane arts, and their interest in learning began to wane.

If this continues, Halrua will be completely swallowed up by this land, and even the god of death is knocking on Halrua's door.

As the school's principal, Grannar Steel Edge realized this painfully and tried to seek help from the Presbyterian Church, but the Presbyterian Church was unable to help.

Grannar Steelblade looked at the holy emblem on his chest and sighed silently.

——In fact, if Halua had not fallen to this state today, how could he come to the school to teach?

He was previously a priest of the Church of Mystra!

A priest without divine powers only has a mouth.

As usual, he used the posture he had practiced countless times and softly called upon the divine spell.

As expected, like every day in the past eighty years, nothing happened.

At this moment, his eyes fixed.

In the dark sky of Halayah, a silver light suddenly appeared.

The silver light was so conspicuous in the dark sky that the dwarves, who already had dark vision, could clearly see the true appearance of the silver light.

Four-pointed silver star.

This may be unfamiliar to other regions of Faerûn, but Halruaa has inherited many traditions from the Netherworld—

For example, the faith in Mystril.

Unlike the residents of the floating city, they were not saved by the second generation goddess Mystra, so a large number of ancient holy emblems have even been passed down to this day. Of course, a former priest instantly recognized the silver light.

That is the emblem of Mystril: the silver-blue star.

Wisps of silver flames surrounded it, dispelling all shadows from it. At the same time, these tiny threads were spinning and falling onto the land of Halayah.

It didn't fall quickly, as if it wanted someone to notice its existence.

Soon, deafening cheers erupted in the Elders' Hall. The group of elders, the youngest of whom was almost a hundred years old, almost crowded out of the Elders' Hall and shot long beams of light in the direction where Yinhui came from.

"...Crazy?" Even though Grannar Steelblade was an old dwarf already in his twilight years, he had no right to rely on his age to bully others in the Elders' Hall. Could those old, earth-bound idiots actually lose their composure like this one day?

By the way, why is the light behind him so bright? Why is the oil lamp so strong tonight?

He turned his head helplessly, and was surprised to find that a shining ball of light was floating quietly on his desk.

"……what?"

He could hardly believe his eyes and wanted to cast the light spell again, but his great fear of the future and the unknown almost drove him crazy.

What if it was just a coincidence?

The last time he successfully cast the light spell was more than eighty years ago!

However, he cast the Light Spell so many times that he subconsciously completed the entire prayer after just starting it.

Then, the originally violent and uncontrollable magic power became so docile that the old dwarf cast the second light spell with incredible clarity.

"...No, it's impossible." His lips trembled, and as if to calm his rapid heartbeat, he began to cast increasingly powerful divine arts in a circle to calm his heart that was about to jump out of his throat.

Blessing, Prayer of Healing, Daylight.

Each one was more difficult than the last, and each one was a spell he had requested during his regular prayers this morning, but just like the previous thirty thousand days, he had received no response.

But when the daylight magic illuminated his small room as bright as day, he could no longer bear it.

The nearly three-hundred-year-old dwarf seemed to have forgotten his age as he jumped out of the window, not caring that one of his boots had been caught on the edge of the bed. Like a madman, he rushed towards the direction where the silver light had fallen, holding up the holy emblem in his hand and cheering, "Mystrel... My Lord Mystrel has returned! The Demonic Web is back!!!"

As if in response to his cry, light suddenly shone through Halayah, which had been dark for thirty thousand days. This magical city had long been accustomed to the art of eternal illumination. However, these spells had been ineffective for decades. Now, as the rays of silver stars spread, light gradually brightened from the city's center outward.

From 1385 to 1469 of the Valley Calendar, for thirty thousand days and nights, the Halruaan people struggled to survive in Abel, enduring generations of torment in the seemingly endless darkness. But today, the nightmarish eternal night is finally coming to an end.

October 1st arrival

A bright beam of light pierced through the seemingly flawless rock and rushed into the sky in a shadowy manner.

"Very straightforward." Sig looked curiously at the beam of light that stretched across the sky for dozens of meters before finally dissipating. "They don't seem too afraid of Abel's dragon?"

"The terrain is probably one of the reasons," Mars sighed. "Our terrain is too high, so it might not be obvious. Halrua is surrounded by mountains, and the few entrances and exits are so dangerous that even airships have to struggle to pass through."

"Huh?" Sig turned his head blankly. "Why would the airship want to squeeze into the pass?"

Mars replied, "According to Candlekeep records, Halrua's airships are far from perfect. Their speed and carrying capacity decrease as altitude increases and the air becomes thinner. Merchants traveling on airships are also restricted in altitude to ensure smooth sailing. Therefore, they have to squeeze through the narrow passes like ordinary people."

"Don't forget to hold on tight while we're chatting—although we're not afraid of falling, I think docking on an airship for the first time should be a good memory." Emilia said, holding the rudder.

During the popular science time, the Platinum began to slide down quickly for the first time of its own will.

The distance of several thousand meters rapidly closed in on zero within a few minutes. Haffont exclaimed, "No problem. That mountain range is just an illusion, it has no substance. Just crash into it!"

That being said...

Most people on the boat couldn't help but look away as they watched the mud and thorns expand at an alarming rate. Mars, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and stared wide-eyed, determined to witness the moment the ship passed through the virtual image.

After a while, Mars took a breath unconsciously: "...We are here."

The seemingly flawless barren mountains were merely a veil of light, so lifelike it was indistinguishable from reality. No matter how lifelike they appeared, they offered no resistance when the Platinum actually crashed into the sky above Halayach.

By this time, the silver star had already set and was now floating in the sky above Halayach. The dark city regained its light almost instantly.

Yin nodded with interest. "It's really tragic... Even the spells fixed by the constant technique are disabled... Haha!"

Before she could finish her words, her legs went weak and she fell down again.

"What did you do again?!" Emilia quickly hugged her in her arms.

"Hehe..." Yin rubbed against his chest, smiling inwardly, "I heard someone praying to me, so I casually sent out a divine spell. I forgot I was no longer a god, and the method I used was a bit wrong, so I ended up exhausting myself..."

……

You don't even have to pay special attention to notice the fatal words that this big leaker said casually.

Maybe she wasn't a sieve—she still remembered to say it through the telepathic link, after all.

Some things have to be faced sooner or later, and we can't keep guessing and playing guessing games.

Emiya angrily pinched her face and rubbed it fiercely: [So, Miss Yin, you have remembered it, right? You used to be a god, right?]

[To be more precise, I was a god!] She tried to swat Aimya's claws away, saying, [It's different from someone like Corellon who was born a god-king. Now I've simply returned to my original state!]

……call.

Although it had been confirmed long ago, Emiya still felt dizzy when she heard this guy admit it himself.

Then, Emiya realized a problem.

——This guy Yin, it’s fine if he just restored the magic network, but he actually cast a divine spell on the priest! ?

How should this matter be explained?

"I've already told Meta." Yin said confidently.

At this moment, Metatron quietly approached, his large wings enveloping the two of them. "Leave the divine arts to me... Don't talk nonsense, now is not the time!"

The second half of the sentence was naturally said to Yin.

Then, even before the ship docked, Metatron revealed his holy body as a Servant of Seraphim and jumped off the airship.

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The sudden lighting of the lights for no apparent reason successfully alarmed all the Halayah people.

Halayach was no longer the city that never slept. While Halayach's top mages could have maintained the city's appearance with a bit of grit, they were unwilling to waste their energy on such a project during this difficult time, and the plan dragged on for over eighty years.

Therefore, the younger generation here has long been accustomed to going to bed at sunset. It's probably after eight o'clock now, and although it's not late, the sun has already set below the horizon. Many people have already fallen asleep.

However, even so, the changes in light and darkness in the city still woke up a considerable number of residents from their sleep.

As they dressed curiously and walked out the door, they began to wonder whether they should be happy or miserable.

Although his sweet dream was disturbed, if one of the elders finally broke through the shackles, perhaps Halrua's life could finally take a step forward to the past a hundred years ago.

Balls of light lit up along the dark streets, illuminating most of Halayach like daylight. But at this moment, they were not the most prominent light sources in Halayach.

A beautiful angel with silver threads radiating from her entire body gently flapped her broad wings, descended from a ship flying in the sky, and slowly hovered in the air above Halayah.

From afar, these silver threads resembled roiling flames, weaving into another pair of equally magnificent wings behind the angel. The wings flapped silently, but their warm light silently spread to every corner of Halayach.

Even though the elders of Halruaa had been fully prepared, they were still dumbfounded by this scene, whispering to each other for a moment: "...Angel? Humanoid, so it's from the Asmon clan? Wearing robes instead of armor, so it's a Starlight Servant?"

"Can't you feel the terrifying magical fluctuations coming from her? The Starlight Divine Servant is just a group of messengers!"

However, the angel before the elders was clearly not a divine servant from another world—they were the most famous warriors among the angels, most often appearing on the battlefield between good and evil. They often wielded a massive sword that was half the width of their body.

This angel, however, possessed a gentle demeanor that was familiar to the mages of Halruaa.

...The scholarly air of a wizard?

——The divine servants from another world cannot be of this style.

So, there is only one final answer left.

Tachi, now the highest-ranking member of the Elders' Council, labored his way through the crowd, calling out in Celestial Language, "Great Lady Seraph, are you from Faerun? How should we address you?"