Equipment Printing School Mage

The Halrua people of the past weren't necessarily willing to leave their homeland, and most moved to the capital under the semi-coercion of the elders in charge. Even if Emiya put in a lot of effort, it would only make them less resentful. It was impossible to make them feel grateful just by providing them with housing.

What truly made the Halruaan people grateful to him was that later airships would occasionally bring back giant dragon bodies as massive as mountains, letting the Halruaan people know that beyond the mountains, there were four-digit or even five-digit dragons eyeing their land, wealth, and knowledge...

Even flesh and blood.

To be honest, if Halrua hadn't been in such a life-or-death crisis, it would have been difficult for an outsider like Emiya to gain a seat on the Elders' Council. Becoming the Mage King would have been an even more difficult goal—thus, the Halrua people's recognition actually made him feel a little guilty about taking advantage of someone in need.

However, he soon realized that this guilt was completely unnecessary - the Halruaan people's enthusiasm for him was obviously also due to a considerable amount of respect for a young and promising archmage.

But the fact is, the enthusiasm of the Halruaan people easily exceeded the upper limit of Emiya's social ability. He could still struggle a few times at first, but when the strange feeling of lips touching his face began to appear, he realized that he had to run - and he had to clean it up immediately, otherwise he would probably sleep on the deck tonight.

Just when he was somewhat panicking and at a loss for what to do, a rather elderly man stepped in and brought Emiya, who was almost surrounded and trapped, out. Strangely enough, Halayach was now packed with people, but as Emiya followed the Halayah man, the crowds strangely became sparse.

Soon, Emiya frowned.

He still seemed to be in Halayah, but the surrounding land had somehow taken on a desolate quality. The bustling crowds had vanished without a trace. Even the chill wind that brushed against the hem of his clothes had a bleak edge.

Emiya stopped, shielding her trigger statue with her hands, ready to run away at any moment: "Who are you?"

At this moment, the old man turned around calmly and said, "You don't know me? But I have been observing you. Besides, this is not the first time we have met."

"...Is that so?" Emilia frowned.

This atmosphere is indeed familiar... He seems to have experienced this scene several times.

It seemed that every time, the person who came before him was the same old man.

"It's you."

"Ah, very good." The old man's withered face twitched, as if smiling. "It seems that our negotiations will be faster."

Just when he left the arms of friendship, an old man passed by him.

When he first arrived at Candlekeep, a strange old man gave him a magic book that could increase his intelligence.

Now, the old man appeared before him for the third time.

The atmosphere around this old man was dark and gloomy—if I really had to use a more abstract word to describe it, it would be...

death.

"...You've looked for me many times." Emilia frowned, "But I have no idea - is there any connection between you and me?"

"The depth of karma cannot be spoken lightly." The old man's voice was somewhat cold, but it was difficult to show any expression on his withered face. "I have never told you my name, but--" I have been observing your behavior for a long time.

The old man said, a grin spreading across his lips at this moment: "At this moment, I have made up my mind. Your virtue and conduct are well-suited to your position."

"Position?"

"When the time comes, everything will be clear," said the old man.

"I don't understand." Emilia never claimed to be a genius, so she said bluntly.

"Well, that's my fault." The old man nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "If you eventually catch that person's eye, you will get a place in the Hazy Realm. And I observe you because if you succeed, I will be with you day and night, that's all."

Emiya originally had no intention of getting any information from the old man, but she never expected that after repeated questioning, the old man finally admitted his background.

The hazy realm.

This word is not a word modified by an attributive modifier like various fortune tellers - in Faerun, it has only one meaning.

The kingdom of the god of death is the transit station for all souls before they go to the kingdom of God.

"...I don't understand." Emilia's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

——If his guess was correct, this sentence meant that a potential strong ally that should have been there might have disappeared.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "The Hazy Realm should have an owner, right?"

"No." The old man shook his head with a half-smile. "On the day of Halrua's return, a guest... no."

At this moment, the mysterious old man showed a rare hint of fear: "...the owner of the Slate of Destiny has arrived in the Hazy Realm.

"Kelemvor, the former god of death, was banished to the mortal realm for abusing his divine power. Now, the throne of the Hazy Realm is in urgent need of a occupant."

The owner of the Tablet of Destiny, who can arbitrarily deprive a powerful god of his position, represents only one existence, even in Toril, where all the stars gather.

AO.

His existence is shrouded in mystery, though it is known that he holds sway over even the most powerful gods. According to a few oracle accounts, he was responsible for the Year of Troubles that shook all of Toril.

Now, he has reappeared and dethroned Kelemvor.

But the timing is too bad... Is it a coincidence?

Then, Emilia finally realized something: "Wait a minute! Even if he is no longer the God of Death, what does that have to do with me?"

The God of Death of Toril has only one job, which is to protect the souls of the dead and prevent any accidents before they are taken away by their guardian angels.

In a sense, the God of Death is the ally of all gods and a true rubber stamp, with no initiative at all in his work.

To put it more harshly, the Hazy Realm is a large hotel.

Moreover, everyone has to come, and everyone has to accept it - even if this person has done all kinds of evil in his life, Emilia can only put on a sour face and wait for the evil god to take away the soul of this evil person.

If Emiya wanted to do anything extra, it would be unfair. If he did nothing, he would really be an innkeeper.

There is absolutely no initiative in this work, and any change will seriously shake the order of the entire Pantheon.

Coming out of the Friendly Arms and ending up back at another hotel?

This kind of job is simply torture for him. Even if Kelanwo wants him to do it, he doesn't want to do it!

Emiya took a few steps back with a cold face: "...I'm sorry, I have no interest in the Hazy Realm. You may have mistaken me for someone else."

"No, in my opinion over the years," the old man laughed, "only people like you are qualified to be the God of Death."

“But I don’t want to be one.”

The old man was obviously not surprised by this answer, but he replied, "Perhaps. But I have no idea what [He] is thinking."

"However, if you think the life of a god of death is boring—that's not entirely true."

Out of politeness, Emilia continued, "I'd like to hear more about it."

However, when he looked over again, the old man had vanished without a trace, leaving only one sentence echoing in his ears: "Those souls that have fallen into the Nine Hells and the Abyss should theoretically be under the jurisdiction of the God of Death. If you are interested..."

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Moving half of the continent from one world to another would be an enormous expense in terms of silver.

So, she really had difficulty moving these days, but it wasn't entirely a deliberate act.

However, she did need to keep her distance from Emiya and the others for a few days.

Metatron was now fully armed, standing by the bed. She had remained in this state for several days, without changing.

However, Metatron couldn't help but ask a question today: "...Silver, how much of your memory have you recovered?"

Yin was currently sprawled out on the bed, his head covered with a duvet. "I didn't try to recall it all that much... Some parts, even just watching a single clip was torture enough! I was such a jerk ten thousand years ago."

In other words, Yin's memory has almost recovered.

Metatron sighed—his time to take advantage of her amnesia to do whatever he wanted was almost over.

But, ten thousand years ago?

Strangely enough, the time gate after the Sharptooth Forest was of course the time when she and Silver were still active, but Metatron really didn't remember what they were doing during that time.

...Perhaps she was deliberately sealed by her master. Matters involving the intersection of time are always very sensitive.

All she could say was, "What did you do?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. Yin covered his head and screamed again, then fell silent. He then quickly changed the subject, obviously not wanting to answer the question at all: "I made such a big noise... Is [Him] here?"

Metatron replied, "No. If He wanted to come, there would be no need to hide it from me."

Then He really didn’t come.

"...Tsk." Yin was silent for a moment. "Then keep watch for me. I'll go untie the knot He's set on the magic web. Damn it, I feel uncomfortable just looking at this spellcasting restriction!"

After a while, the magic web in the world shook slightly, and the invisible fluctuations almost made the planets tremble together.

At this time, Yin finally raised his head from the quilt and asked, "...still not coming?"

Metatron shook his head.

The room is only a few dozen square meters in size, which is obvious.

"...I removed His restrictions, so He couldn't have been unaware of it." Yin's eyes lit up slightly. "That means He has tacitly agreed. Then Emiya and the others will have plenty to do when they return this time."

The Tremor of the Sixty-Eight Worlds (Part 3)

Lunia's Emia has returned.

His departure was relatively secret, and only a few people who were extremely close to him knew the whereabouts of their team first.

Later, this news spread and was used to criticize the Omniscient One.

At first, Emilia intended to use this news to warn her: You'd better do it well. At the same time, leave some room for maneuver.

Emiya and his group are a free-floating force, and are also potential reinforcements for all forces of good. This will prevent the All-Knowing One from using the excuse of attacking Sel to accumulate his own power indefinitely.

However, the development of the situation was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, even Emilia.

The All-Knowing One's power was truly so formidable. They had been gone for just over a month, and the once-powerful and invincible Red Mage of Cyre had surrendered! They had surrendered centuries of accumulated wealth! Emya had assumed that the All-Knowing One would be happy to prolong this war, using his theories to gradually infiltrate the enemy, ultimately engulfing the entire continent in conflict.

Now it seems……

Emiya could only sigh.

Now, they have embarked on the journey to Baldur's Gate.

More precisely, on the Platinum.

Emilia looked at the howling wind blowing past the side of the ship and felt that everything had changed.

Currently, the Platinum's bow has been equipped with Halrua's latest scientific research product: the Dark Sphere Vacuum Panel. To put it simply, this is a new type of airship-specific rechargeable magic item that allows the casting of Void Dark Spheres multiple times per day.

Its current main purpose is to help the new airship break through the air and greatly increase its flight speed. The Platinum is now equipped with an external power system, and its original sails are all enchanted.

After comprehensive enhancements, the Platinum's maximum speed is close to that of modern passenger aircraft.

However, the Platinum was not driven to its highest speed at this moment, because this time the Platinum was not acting alone.

There were nearly ten other ships accompanying the Platinum, and Emiya estimated that they might encounter a guest during their journey.

"Good afternoon..." Along with a somewhat perfunctory greeting, a young girl who had not gone out for several days appeared.

After hiding from Emiya for several days, Miss Yin was finally willing to show up in public.

However, her condition was still very abnormal. She still needed Metatron's support and was still trying her best to avoid the gazes of Emilia and Elaster.

When her eyes met Emilia's by chance, her face immediately turned red, and she didn't know whether it was because of annoyance or shyness.

Aimiya was very puzzled by this - had she done something earth-shattering again without telling him? He really hadn't done anything, not even secretly complaining!

Unfortunately, as long as Yin didn't tell him, he had no idea - probably no one in this world could read her mind.

Since Metatron remained silent, there was really no one who could make her speak up.

"Take care of yourself first." Facing Emiya's inquiring gaze, Yin still didn't want to say anything. Instead, he said, "We still have a creditor who hasn't come to visit yet."

"Rather..." Emilia shook her head slightly, "I was waiting for him."

Then, a shadow was cast from the clouds onto the deck—

However, instead of bringing darkness, the shadow made the deck of the Platinum a little brighter.

Or perhaps, what was passing over them was actually a shining platinum cloud.

The creditor came to the door.

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious halo disappeared, as if the halo that had just obscured the sky and sun was just an illusion. Then, the spot of light once again gathered into a human shape in the center of the Platinum's deck.

However, this time, it wasn't the shabby, yet strangely vibrant, wizard who arrived. Instead, a young, blond monk in a cloth robe, surrounded by canaries, arrived on deck. The monk looked around the Platinum with an expression of disbelief.

This is certainly not a way for ordinary people to appear. The monk's unintentionally suppressed aura also reveals his identity.

Even without saying anything, Emiya and his companions could tell from his expression what he was trying to say: Is this the ship I gave you?! Aren't these modifications a bit too outrageous?

Even though there was no physical resemblance between the two incarnations of this god, his inner aura and the fluttering canary still gave him away.

Emiya bowed slightly respectfully: "Lord Platinum Dragon God."

Without the Platinum, it would have been difficult for them to reach Halruaa successfully. The entire journey would have been a castle in the air. Moreover, in the final decisive battle, it was the Platinum that provided the most important backup, allowing them to move unscrupulously in the storm and dragon's breath.