Equipment Printing School Mage

Emiya shook her head, took a deep breath, and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Weapons and armor are as valuable as the lives of the warriors. How dare you kidnap the craftsmen in this way?"

"Oh. You'll understand when the time comes." Leon sneered, "I'll do it again tomorrow. Whether my urine goes into your nose or your throat depends on your attitude."

After saying this, he strode out of the cell, and at that moment, another figure stepped in lightly. Her outline was even more familiar.

That was Cosette.

At this moment, Emilia's mind was filled with numerous speculations. He couldn't help but become slightly angry. "There's a drug in the wine... Cosette, why?"

"I'm sorry, Emilia, he's offering too much." Cosette made a charming gesture towards him and swung her slender waist. "If you had slept with me earlier, I might have asked for a higher price this time."

After that, she put her arm around Leon's shoulders and blew another kiss to Emilia.

"But that's okay."

"We won't see each other again anyway."

Amid the roar of the door closing, the footsteps of the two people gradually faded away.

Emilia lowered her head slightly.

"No, we'll see each other soon."

Emiya connected her spirit to the chains on her body.

He knows about materials, weapons, armor...

But what he is really good at is actually transforming and recasting them.

They are still strong shackles...

But soon it wasn't.

Emiya took a deep breath.

The magic power flowing through the earth and rocks rolled in this direction.

The fourth-ring spell is magical and activated.

Yes, although most twenty-year-old mages were just poor apprentices, Emilia was already a fourth-ring mage. The reason he worked as a waiter in the inn was simply because he was waiting for someone in the inn and wanted to save some money on food and lodging.

The power of magic surged into his chains and extended into the earth.

Eventually, the entire cell began to shake.

Emiya breathed a sigh of relief and shook her hands.

The sturdy shackles fell off with a thud, and the cell bars fell to the ground.

2. Everything is as usual

The shackles on his limbs should have restricted his movements, but now they seemed to have gained life, silently melting into liquid, gathering in front of him and dancing gently.

The cage no longer existed at this moment, and they rushed to his front.

They had become fluid, a process similar in nature to melting, except that magic replaced the heat.

Emiya frowned as she controlled the metal fluid in front of her, slowly precipitating the non-metallic oxides.

That's rust.

After he extracted all the rust from the steel, the volume of the entire metal fluid was reduced to almost half.

This was somewhat unusual: this dungeon was indeed quite damp, and ironwork would rust easily in such an environment.

However, such extreme rust indicates that this dungeon may have been lacking maintenance for a period of ten years.

Judging from Cosette's words, the Friendly Arms seems to be a black shop that is often involved in kidnapping, at least Cosette often does this.

But this kind of black shop should pay more attention to the facilities in the cells.

He was a mage after all, so he should have been thrown into the most complete prison. Why was the prison so old and poorly maintained?

Emilia shook his head. He was still in the dungeon and there was no need to think so far.

He is not a vindictive person, but he always likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

If Friendly Arms was a black shop that did all kinds of evil, then he would eradicate it completely.

Even though he was alone at the moment, all he had was the piece of iron in front of him.

An ordinary wizard would naturally be at a loss at this point - but he is not an ordinary wizard.

He concentrated his attention on the metallic fluid in front of him, visualizing his goal in his mind.

In the darkness, silver metallic fluid quickly outlined the frame of the weapon in the air and then filled its interior.

A nearly one-meter-long blade, guard, hilt, and counterweight.

In just a few breaths, a standard long sword appeared in front of Emiya.

If there were any lighting in the dungeon, the blade of this longsword would surely reflect a chilling brilliance.

Of course, this alone is not enough.

Mages can swing swords, but they are not the only ones who can swing swords. The same goes for their weapons.

Emiya focused her mind on the sword's spine, and quickly peeled off the fine and complex lines on the thick metal surface.

It is regular, mysterious, and symmetrical, allowing magic to flow through it.

In this way, the sword becomes his staff.

Theoretically, a metal sword cannot become a magical weapon, and ordinary wizards would not use a sword as a staff, but he is not an ordinary person.

"……Finish."

He whispered, then raised his head and strode out of the cage that no longer existed.

The entire space here existed only for this single cage, and outside the cage was a long, narrow corridor and stairs leading upwards. At the top of the stairs was a burning torch.

Emiya held the sword in her hand and approached the torch carefully, but did not smell any fuel.

It was not a flame, but a glow clinging to the torch.

The worst thing is that there is nothing that can be called a door at the end of the stairs. This space is completely closed.

"...The unextinguishable torch." Emilia frowned.

The light of this torch is actually the product of three-ring magic, and this torch is also a famous product of various churches.

And everything related to magic has one thing in common: it is expensive.

This torch alone cost nearly 100 gold coins, more expensive than a whole new set of chain mail and worth several sets of cages and shackles.

The jailers here don't even do the maintenance of the prison, but they leave the torches here. There must be some reason why they have to leave the torches here.

For example, torches are the entrance and exit here.

In fact, these torches are everywhere in the Arm of Friendship, but he has never thought about it in this direction.

Emiya snorted coldly, put her hand on the torch, tested it, and then pushed the torch upwards with force.

Boom——

The secret door burst open.

Fortunately, there were no enemies waiting outside the door, but endless darkness.

He had just walked out of the cell when the stone door closed on its own. Outside the door was another eternal torch, which was obviously the entrance switch to this secret cell.

He seemed to be in some narrow stone building, and the darkness pouring in from all around proved that it was now night and he had slept for at least several hours.

At the same moment he left the cell, he heard the dull and loud sound of a capstan turning, which easily drowned out the sound of the stone door opening and closing.

At least there was no risk of being discovered and escaping immediately. Emiya breathed a sigh of relief.

But his most urgent task now is to confirm his current situation.

He looked around: the building had only one entrance and exit wide enough for two people, and there was a spiral staircase leading upwards.

"...a tower in the city wall?"

Although the Friendly Arms is called an inn, it is actually a castle. It has all the necessary structures, including the main structure, walls, gates, and moats.

According to what the boss once said, the reason why this hotel fell into their hands was very otherworldly.

A wicked priest built a cult fortress, which was eventually overthrown by a group of adventurers. After parting ways, Bantli Mirrorshadow from the group took over the management of the castle - this happened more than a hundred years ago.

Emiya originally thought that this was just the common bragging of middle-aged and elderly people, but this story now became more and more credible.

The mage lowered his body and leaned out of the tower to confirm the current situation of the Friendly Arm.

...However, everything is as usual.

There is no precaution in dealings, no celebration after making a big deal.

It was as if nothing had happened tonight.

Emilia had originally planned to make a big scene and even kill people, but was caught off guard by this situation.

At this moment, the sound of the capstan finally stopped.

Several figures gradually walked into the castle from the direction of the city gate.

They were of medium build, with slightly hunched bodies, and wore tough black armor decorated with vines.

They had a clear goal and headed straight towards the hotel from the beginning, and Emiya immediately realized something.

The armor they wore was woven from jet-black fibers.

These visitors were druids, the group that theoretically hated places like castles, yet they surprisingly walked into the arms of friendship without any hostility.

Emiya pondered for a moment, then gripped her sword and pointed the hilt at herself.

“…Invisibility!”

A second-level spell, the effect is as its name suggests.

After the spell was cast, his figure immediately merged into the darkness and followed behind the druid.

He had a premonition that the arrival of this group of druids would be able to unlock the secret.

The group of druids hurried into the inn. After waiting for a while, Emiya also followed them into the inn carefully.

Then he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Just like outside the hotel, everything was normal inside: the guests had already left and the hotel staff were cleaning.

When Emiya entered the inn, the druids had already arrived in front of the counter.

Behind the counter was a tall, red-haired young man—he had a cold expression, was dressed in a simple white robe, and had a businesslike look on his face.

"Good evening, guest. Would you like to stay at our hotel? The kitchen has been shut down, and the only food available is dry food and stew."

in short.

Behind the counter was another Emiya.

Three Shadow Druids

Although Emiya considered herself a relatively calm person, her breathing became a little disordered when she saw another self standing so calmly where she was supposed to be.

If Emilia is standing behind the counter right now, then who is he?

However, Emilia quickly adjusted her mindset.

Many things will betray you, but magic will not.

He remembered clearly which spells he had memorized that morning, and these spells were anchored in his mind with incredible clarity.

This was the only hard currency that could truly confirm his identity. Therefore, what he encountered wasn't some high-level trap like soul swapping.

But it is a simpler and more straightforward possibility.

Thinking of this, Emiya silently observed the other employees.

Once an estimate is made in advance, observation becomes easy - these employees are perfect in appearance and clothing, and their small habits in behavior are also flawless.

There was only one fatal flaw: they all showed a strange unfamiliarity with the job at hand. Moreover, their attention was clearly drawn to the druid, but they still had to pretend to be calm.

In fact, Emiya clearly saw that in order to secretly observe the druid, one of the people's pupils almost sank into his head sideways, leaving only the whites of his eyes - this was simply not something a human could do.

Then the conclusion is obvious: all the employees present are fakes in disguise.