Equipment Printing School Mage

But the problem is that none of the druids here have a close relationship with the Cloak Forest - otherwise, why would they come to the Sharptooth Forest to explore?

In such circumstances, sending magical items would either be rejected or become mired in lengthy bureaucratic red tape—potentially taking longer than sending them to Korhal.

And in competition, what you need most is time.

Moonsong looked at the silent crowd, and his snake body began to wander among them again: "I understand your reluctance. But please remember."

"If you guarantee Fenwei, you will be held responsible if anything happens to her again."

The snake's pupils glowed faintly in the darkness. "By then, you will have disregarded the safety of the Sacred Forest for your own selfish gain. In that case, you may no longer be suitable to stay in the Sharptooth Forest and will be forced to find shelter elsewhere."

"Please be careful with your words."

Nkuba originally wanted to move forward, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but stop.

The long snake body passed by all the druids present except Fenwe. As the snake's eyes stared, all the animals couldn't help but slowly retreat.

"very good."

Upon seeing this result, Moonsong calmly returned to Fenwei and coiled up his snake body again. A smile appeared on the giant python's face. "It seems that everyone agrees. Sister Fenwei, before the competition is completed, the absolute minority must obey the majority. This is the principle we have long established. Please hand over your sacrifice."

Fenwei almost wanted to turn around and look at the situation in Emilia, but in the end she did not do such a foolish and cowardly move.

She raised her head: "I don't..."

[Wait a moment.] At this moment, Emiya's voice rang out in her heart, [Agree to his request. Trust me, there's no problem. By the way, don't mention my name.]

This sudden information almost scared Fenwei, but now was not the time to argue carefully.

The words that were about to come out of Fenwei's mouth were abruptly turned away: "...I have to admit, you are right."

At this point, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and said to the direction of the long branches and thick leaves, "Mr. Mage, please take out the sword."

At this time, Emiya emerged from the encirclement of the tree people in a somewhat embarrassed manner: "Are you serious?! This is--"

Didn’t you ask me to hand it in?

Fenwe was both angry and amused. He feigned seriousness and shouted, "Yes! This is our druid rule and must be obeyed! I'm sorry."

At this time, Emilia reluctantly and inefficiently raised the sword out of the tree formation formed by the treemen.

When he saw the sword in his hand, Finwe almost cried out.

In Emiya's hand was a slender half-hand sword—its blade covered in ornate patterns. At first glance, they looked like the natural lines that appeared when forging iron, but upon closer inspection, they were revealed to be an exaggeratedly dense array of runes.

A truly beautiful, moon-white liquid slowly flowed through the runes. Wisps of white mist, like smoke, slowly rose from the blade. The blade was thinner than a leaf.

On top of this sword edge, a ball of silver-white flame completely surrounded the sword edge, emitting a thrilling light, instantly bringing the dark holy land to a full moon night.

Witnessing such a gorgeous work of art, even all the druids present couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Moonson couldn't help but open his mouth wide, but he reacted immediately and shouted angrily: "Fenwei, you should know that fire is forbidden in the Holy Land. How dare you——"

"Stop, Mr. Druid," Emiya said before he could attack further. "You have misunderstood. This is not a flame in the ordinary sense. It is a gift from Selune, the moon goddess, and it does not set the forest on fire."

To demonstrate, Emilia slowly brushed her palm over the silver flames, then raised her hand to indicate that she was unharmed. "Of course, Lady Selûne's gift isn't applicable to everyone. It only reveals its power when evil ones dare to challenge the goddess' dignity... Do you want to try it?"

Moonsong's body shuddered, and he groaned, "How ridiculous! Why would I allow a secretive mage to boast here? A stranger from outside the world is not worthy of my trust."

The giant python hissed as it asked the most crucial question: "First, you must prove that this sword is the culprit! You can't get away with just any sword!"

"Oh." Emiya's face showed the expected confidence. "Then please watch carefully."

He chanted the spell loudly. The next second, a strong wind blew through, forcibly lifting a tiny gap in the dense canopy of trees in the holy land.

This was enough. The moonlight that penetrated the sky and the earth squeezed out the dim light of the morning sun and brought the entire holy land under its control.

And Emilia was in the center of the light, her whole body seemed to be made of silver.

Emilia stood in the woods, slowly made a sword flower, and put the sword into the scabbard. The originally bright but not dazzling light disappeared in an instant.

Emiya turned the sword away expressionlessly. "The sword is here. Please take good care of it."

And the proof is apparently enough.

Moonsong watched the flowing silver flame sink into the scabbard, then he relaxed his body slightly and took the sword with his mouth.

But before he turned around, the snake sarcastically said, "Fenwe, the late goddess of magic, goddess of the moon, to you, mages are probably more trustworthy than druids. Even when seeking help from outside, you have to turn to mages."

His provocation was clearly effective. The other druids hesitated for a moment, and instead of asking about Fenwë's well-being, they followed Moonsong to deal with the longsword.

Before anyone could speak, Changzhi and Cuyeqiang said, "—Be careful what you say in the holy land."

Here, every vine has ears.

Even so, Fenwei turned around, placed his hands on his chest, his eyes trembling slightly, and whispered: "—I will definitely get that sword back."

However, Emilia was not in a position to answer this question verbally. That was when the wizard's magic trick of teleportation came into play.

Emiya calmly said in the communication: [Oh, that's not necessary.]

For the first time, emotion entered Fenwei's voice. "How can that be?! That sword is probably as precious as the Confessor, right?!"

[Uh, the base of that sword is a random sword I made out of scrap metal, and the runes are carved by me using magic. Although the runes are correct, there is no enchantment, it is purely decorative.]

[As for that intimidating-looking fire… even though the sword looks like tongues of flame, how could one possibly create such a high-level enchantment in just one minute?]

So, that's the Eternal Flame. A 2nd-level spell, the Friendly Arm, a mass-produced item priced at over 100 gold coins. Of course, this time I used Moonfire to create the variant, so it consumed some Moonfire as a consumable.

[Actually, the most expensive part of the whole process was the moonfire... That time, Yuehui actually burned up all the moonfire we brought. So, I should thank Mr. Eswhite.]

Mars took a deep breath: [So, that sword is an eternal torch?]

Emilia hesitated for a moment and replied: [——At least it’s a Selune limited edition, right?]

Fenwei's eyes flickered several times, and finally his face flushed. He held Emilia's hand tightly and said, "Sir, do you feel your bed is cold at night? Do you feel your bed is too empty? Are you married?"

"Huh? No..." He reacted mid-sentence and retorted angrily, "I haven't figured out how to get the Confessor back into the tree formation yet. The tree formation is still empty right now."

The female druid immediately restrained her expression and took a step back: [Then let's break up.]

When did we start?!

Outsiders from the Twenty-Seven Holy Lands

Of course, even though they knew everything about the sword, they still had to put on the show.

Fenwei was originally obsessed with the Confessor, but after the Confessor was taken away, he suddenly became indifferent to it - this was an extremely clear flaw.

Therefore, they did not return to the tree house immediately, but slowly followed the other druids.

On the way, Emilia's brain was working frantically.

The Sharptooth Forest Ring will be a little weird.

Some of the druids of the Fang Forest seem unusually adept at intrigue.

It's not surprising that where there are people, there are struggles. But Emiya subtly sensed a certain... familiarity.

Moonsong.

Emiya still remembered the name—he was one of Korha's men.

That was dangerous enough in itself—to make matters worse, he was a shadow druid.

As a shadow druid, K'ha represents a particularly strange faction.

Generally speaking, druids are already exclusive enough, but shadow druids are fanatics who put regular druids to shame.

Although some people believe that evil people in the conventional sense may be in collusion, in the eyes of shadow druids, there is no conventional sense of good and evil - they all treat everyone equally.

At the very least, Shadow Druids will be more inclined to support the barbarians and goblin tribes in the wilderness.

But Korhal had managed to connect with the Gods and Not Gods—a marvel. The identity of a shadow druid was a top-secret secret, a label even more insidious than a street rat. Even colleagues who worked with them day and night struggled to discover their identities.

The same was true of the Gods and Not Gods Society. Even the well-informed Harpers had no idea of ​​the development of the Gods and Not Gods Society.

How are these two shady organizations connected?

This secret may not be revealed yet, but its impact is already imminent.

As soon as they followed the druid out of the holy land, a group of armed men who looked out of place in the forest walked out of the tree house near the holy beech tree.

They looked like a group of strong mercenaries—dressed in leather armor and animal hide capes, carrying large axes on their shoulders. When Emiya and his group approached, they had just formed a diamond formation and were surrounding a middle-aged man in elegant clothes as he walked out of the tree house.

Obviously, they are one of the secular forces that have not yet left the Sharptooth Forest.

The mercenaries held torches made of eternal flames, providing a rare light in the dark holy land, allowing Emiya and her group to see them from afar.

Emiya frowned and pointed in that direction: "Mr. Paladin? Can you recognize their origins?"

Although his teachers had crammed him with a lot of knowledge, the timeliness of that knowledge was generally quite touching, and he was seriously biased in his studies.

In short, there is a serious lack of modern humanities, and strangely, no astronomy or divination is taught.

Dress styles, noble insignias, and so on, Emilia knew nothing about them.

In this regard, the Holy Knight is indeed a professional counterpart.

Mars took a look from a distance and immediately came to a conclusion: "I don't recognize the emblem of the mercenary group, but the person being protected is most likely a member of Grand Duke Valakon of Baldur's Gate. The brooch on his body is a village outside the city wall - this is the symbol of Grand Duke Valakon."

"Grand Duke Valakan's family was based in the Outer City of Baldur's Gate. They rose rapidly during the refugee crisis brought on by the Arcane Scourge and were able to ascend to the ranks of the Grand Dukes of Baldur's Gate. Therefore, their family adopted the Outer City as their emblem."

Emiya hesitated for a moment and asked, "...Is Grand Duke Valakan's influence strong in Baldur's Gate?"

Mars said calmly, "From what I understand, they're extremely powerful. And we only need one piece of evidence—as a subordinate of the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, the guards he carries with him when he goes out are not Flaming Fists. The fact that he can ignore Baldur's Gate's most important military force is itself a symbol of strength."

"In Eltoril, there is already speculation that Grand Duke Varaken is ready to take further steps."

The paladin observed the mercenaries and shook his head. "Besides, the mercenary group is too mixed. I don't recognize the emblems on them."

They deliberately controlled the volume so that the people of Baldur's Gate in the distance did not immediately notice their whispers.

However, what surprised Emya the most was that the visitors to Baldur's Gate did not seem to be invited by Moonsong. When the other druids passed through the forest, the nobles of Baldur's Gate went straight to the direction of the falcon, and Narcissus, who had transformed into a falcon, seemed to have anticipated this.

As the man and the eagle conversed in low voices, they visibly glanced at Emia's group several times before parting ways. The druids returned to their respective treehouses, apparently preparing for the upcoming ceremony. Meanwhile, the people at Baldur's Gate turned and approached Emia's group.

The mercenaries stood on both sides, while the nobles walked straight towards Fenwe.

He bowed slightly to Fenwe with a touch of respect. "Greetings, beautiful druid lady! You must be Lord Fenwe. Your name has been popping up so often in the Circle lately that it's become a household name!"

"Please allow me to introduce myself. We are from Baldur's Gate, invited by the Druids of Narciens to visit the Circle of the Sharptooth Forest. My name is Jesus Valakon, the second son of Grand Duke Valakon of Baldur's Gate. I hope that we, neighbors living upstream and downstream of the Chongsa River, can live in peace in the future."

The female druid moved aside uncomfortably, unwilling to accept his courtesy. Then she frowned, "You are Narcissus's guest... so why are you looking for me? There should be no connection between us."

"To be frank, a lady like you is enough to make anyone fall in love with you at first sight. As soon as they meet you, they naturally can't help but approach you to start a conversation." Having said this, a charming smile appeared on Valakn's face. "Of course, it's more than that - may I ask if I am qualified to speak further now?"

Fenwei's face showed a bit of embarrassment. She hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed: "As you can see, we are still busy - please keep it short."

"You don't have to be so doubtful. Baldur's Gate only wants to ally with the Circle itself. And that's why I'm here." Having said that, he glanced behind Fenwë and met Emya's eyes.

Valakan smiled politely, but then said, "Excuse me, would you please speak privately? Some things shouldn't be heard by anyone else."

Aimya shook his head and tried to walk away. He had come here solely to retrieve the Confessor and eliminate the threat of Korhal. The alliance between the druids and the archduke? It really had nothing to do with him.

However, just as he took a step, his left hand, which was swung behind him, was grabbed.

Amya turned around in shock, only to see Fenwe grab his wrist without hesitation and reply with a smile, "I'm sorry, but I also have a covenant to make, so I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to talk to an outsider alone."

"If you must retreat, then you must retreat with me."

For the first time, a look of surprise crossed Valakan's gentle expression. Then he shook his head. "Then I'm sorry."

Then he waved goodbye, his original respectful attitude almost gone, and turned around and returned to the tree house with his mercenaries.

"...He might really be looking for an alliance with you. It's at least a way out for you." After struggling several times in vain, Emilia finally sighed helplessly.

"That's just hedging your bets." Looking at the departing Bordeaux, Fenwe held Emilia's hand tighter, a bright smile on his face. "Now that the outcome is unpredictable, you are my most important allies. I hope you feel the same way."

Emilia tilted her head aside in annoyance. "Stop spouting such cheesy words. I won't just run away with the Confessor. Even though the covenant doesn't have any supernatural binding power, I have no intention of breaking it."

His personal pride would not allow it...but that was secondary.

Mars was his long-time teammate. If a paladin committed such a heinous act of betrayal, he would immediately break his oath! He didn't have the habit of backstabbing his teammates.

"Then you completely misunderstood." Fenwei was stunned for a moment, then his smile grew even brighter. "After you created a moonlight sword in just a few minutes, I became convinced that you, as a person, are far more important than a holy sword!"

Emiya pulled her hand away angrily and said, "Please spare me. I'm just a fledgling mage apprentice. I can't bear such flattery."

At this moment, Mars said abruptly: "My opinion is exactly the opposite. You just left the Mage Tower - this is the only reason why you haven't become famous in Faerun yet."

"You're getting more and more ridiculous!"