Equipment Printing School Mage

The shattered piece of clothing trembled slightly, and the fibers on it stretched out and stuck to each other. Then the whole piece of clothing came together again as if time had gone back, and it was restored to its original state.

So her clothes returned to where they belonged.

Looking at this scene, Elastri's lips trembled, but she couldn't say anything.

As if she was afraid of causing any more damage, she put the wardrobe back in order. Only then did she notice that there was a small message posted on the wardrobe.

[When will Elastri be able to use the large wardrobe on the right side?]

Seeing this, Elastrid turned around staggeringly as if she had been hit hard on the head.

Emilia stood calmly behind her, like an unshakable mountain.

Elastri could no longer hold back her tears. She threw herself into Emilia's arms and burst into tears: "Emilia...why, it was just a few minutes away!!!"

Target of the Fourteen Wild Hunts

“…Emiya!”

When Alestria just woke up, she found herself reaching out to the sky, and a soft blanket that the elves loved was slowly sliding down from her chest.

After hearing her exclamation, the poet lady, who was also in pajamas, rushed into the bedroom holding the quilt: "What's wrong?"

Elastri blinked her eyes to wake herself up a little, then slowly withdrew her hand: "...Shiger, am I... asleep?"

"He's probably unconscious," Sig replied. "Elves don't sleep, let alone sleep for nearly ten hours."

Indeed, the elves do not sleep in the strict sense, but only enter a state of rest similar to meditation. Because of this, they do not dream and are not affected by various sleep-inducing spells.

But now, Elastri would rather she was confused in her sleep.

She lifted the covers.

He was only wearing underwear, and his armor had been taken off.

Unfortunately, the underwear was neatly arranged... and Emilia naturally would not do anything to take advantage of someone in distress.

"...I don't remember what happened before I passed out," she said.

"Unfortunately, the Archdruid and I didn't know either," Sig said. "By the time we heard your... cries and rushed over, you had already fainted in his arms. Then, Emya asked us to help remove your armor, put you to bed, and then went to defend the city.

"He and the Simulacrum have been guarding the city all night, so they probably haven't rested yet."

Elastrid took a short breath. "...I'm sorry. I lost my composure."

"There's nothing to apologize for," the poet replied calmly. "Are you feeling uncomfortable elsewhere?"

"No, one night is enough." Elastrid touched her body.

The mattress was still warm.

But that was just her own body temperature.

She took a deep breath, pressed her eyes which were feeling sore again, and stood up: "Did anything happen last night?"

She doubted that if an enemy really arrived, Emilia would simply fight it alone given her personality.

"Not really." Sig glanced out the window. "But the wall of fire is almost outside Candlekeep. We should also think about the future."

Elastrid stood up hurriedly.

The wall of fire raised by the dark elves has now turned the sky red.

"...Where is Emiya now?"

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Emya and his simulacrum were naturally on the towers of Candlekeep.

In this era, the coastal walls of Candlekeep cannot be said to be completely useless, but they can only be said to be better than nothing.

Just as they arrived, they saw the dark elves' air force with their own eyes.

Those were a series of flying magic ships.

Although its performance cannot be compared with the latest batch of magic ships manufactured by Emiya, it is also a real air force.

If Alestria's mastery of the mythal is imperfect, towering walls alone will not be enough.

So, after confirming that Alestria was asleep... or rather, fainted, Emilia stayed with her for an hour and then had to hurry to find the warehouse in Candlekeep.

Although he was indeed unclear about the specific situation of the Xingyong family's fortress, the locations of those special places were almost the same.

Close to the main fort, it is well ventilated and moisture-proof and fire-proof.

In the end, it turned out to be the same place as the modern Candlekeep.

The contents inside weren't particularly numerous, comparable to modern Candlekeep, but sufficient to sustain several hundred elves for several months. In terms of value alone, it was roughly equivalent to tens of thousands of gold coins in later generations.

There was almost no floating wealth, as if it had been taken away by someone.

This amount is a windfall for ordinary adventurers, enough for a team of twenty-year-old adventurers to retire immediately, and several generations to lie on the account books and indulge in wine and women.

Now... although Elastrid is alone, her wealth is hundreds of times greater than the total number of warehouses.

However, although the wealth here is not that much, it can be used.

No matter how much treasure Emilia had, she was not allowed to use it here, let alone bring it here.

Besides the damaged weapons and equipment, stored food and wine, spices and herbs...

And there are the things that Emilia values ​​most: metal ingots and animal skins and fabrics.

So, after one night, Candle Castle already looked about 60% like the castle in later generations.

At least that's the case on the city walls.

Specifically, there are dozens more black gun muzzles.

The power of Emiya's creations was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even he himself was aware of this.

It can drive more and more materials at the same time, analyzing substances faster and faster.

Now, he might no longer need Yin's help and be able to go back and compete with Gunde in creation.

Unfortunately, as far as he knew, after that humiliating defeat, Gond had simply thrown away his hammer and joined the School of Supernatural Craftsmanship. As a result, the people of Gond also began to learn to create with Supernatural Craftsmanship.

If they competed again now, it would simply be a competition between mortal strength and divine power. Even though he was much stronger than before, it would be difficult for him to defeat Gunde again.

But, so what.

Emilia looked at the gun muzzles and shook her head.

Being able to force the God of Craftsmen to learn from him, his title of Great Craftsman of Gongde can be said to be well-deserved.

In this era of action, the Xingyong family's assets will be the first snowflake on the snowball.

Otherwise, he wasn't sure what Candlekeep could achieve with the help of the maze.

This is the family property of Elastri. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he does not want to drag Elastri away from here.

"Don't worry." At this time, there was naturally more than just his simulacrum around him.

Archdruid Fenwë's condition was not much better than Elastrid's.

If Elastrid was consumed by the aftermath of her loved ones' deaths, then Fenwë was forced to suppress the rage burning in her chest.

The Sword Coast's forests at this time were far more lush than those of later times. Fenwë had originally been looking forward to this trip.

Elves are renowned for their love of natural scenery. All surviving elven kingdoms are located in deep forests, and this was undoubtedly the case thousands of years ago.

For druids, going back to ten thousand years ago is a double comfort to the body and mind. It can be said that even if no achievement is made, just visiting here should be extremely comfortable.

Then, just as she arrived at the Sword Coast, she ran head-on into the fire of the Dark Elves.

Now, the dark elves' wall of fire was getting closer and closer, and the Archdruid's anger was growing stronger and stronger.

At this moment, she was staring outside Candlekeep like a hawk, looking for a suitable sandbag for her to vent her anger.

However, even though Emilia had made sufficient mental preparation, he was still a little dumbfounded when the first group of guests arrived.

The cold wind came rolling in without anyone noticing.

They wore bone helmets and black armor, and a golden aura like honey wine flowed from the cracks in the dark armor. The sound of three pairs of horse hooves pounding on the rainbow in the air was as dense as gunfire.

When they left the teleportation point, they did rely on a group of Wild Hunt of unknown origin to defeat the Dark Elf Air Force.

The bad news is that this group of Wild Hunt attacked the Dark Elves not because of any hatred between them, but simply because the Dark Elves were closest to them at the time.

Now Candlekeep was the group closest to them.

Emiya didn't want to fight with this group of war maniacs for no reason - even though they were obviously seriously injured at the moment, and the golden aura that was already flowing out became quite thick, and she didn't know if it was a manifestation of their bleeding.

Emya was silent for a moment, but could only shout loudly: "Warriors of Odin, what brings you to Candlekeep?"

The Wild Hunts were originally eager to give it a try when they saw the almost deserted Candlekeep, but when they suddenly heard someone call out their identities in one breath, they couldn't help but be startled and led their horses back a few steps.

The leading captain couldn't help but frowned when he saw Emilia's very young face and the robe of the great wizard on her body.

Such a young great wizard?

However, Fenwei's crown soon made him put away his inappropriate thoughts -

An archdruid.

The red-haired young man might not be that strong, but there was no need for them to provoke a great druid, not to mention that the nearby forest was burning.

The archdruid was definitely in a bad mood.

He cautiously spurred his horse a few steps forward. "We are Odin's hunters. While pursuing our targets, we repeatedly ran into unexpected portals and completely lost track of them. We hope to resupply here."

"We are not related!" Emilia shouted. "Why should we risk letting a strange army into the fortress? What reward can you offer?"

On the contrary, this opportunity to interact with the Wild Hunt was quite significant. They had to visit Odin's Golden Palace, and having a local guide would be a plus. Furthermore, this Wild Hunt wasn't the same group they'd fought in the Sea of ​​Chaos.

But no matter what, the initiative in negotiations cannot be handed over to others.

Odin's Wild Hunt whispered to each other for a few words, and then the captain replied, "What kind of support are you willing to provide, sir? We will try not to enter the castle. If you are willing to provide some food and supplies, we are willing to give you some of your prey in return. These are all spoils from other worlds, which must be quite rare here. If you can provide treatment, we can give you treasures from Joseph's Garden. If you are lucky enough to provide emergency equipment maintenance..."

Before he could finish, Fenwë's eyes narrowed dangerously, her natural anger beginning to build in her left hand. "What is your target? A rare and uncommon creature? A white deer?"

"No, no, no!" The Wild Hunt immediately began to deny, "How could we hunt ordinary beasts! We are the bravest and most powerful warriors in Valhalla, and we only seek out enemies worthy of us! They often belong to a unique world and are definitely not revered holy spirits!"

"...Hmph." Fenwei let out a breath.

Most druids only show mercy to ordinary creatures and beasts, and creatures with strange powers have nothing to do with them.

At this moment, Alestria, aided by the mythal, flew like the wind to the top of the city wall. She whispered a few words to Aimya, then nodded and said to the Wild Hunt, "Good day, warriors. I am the master of this fortress. You are fortunate—this castle can provide most of the services you need: meals, treatment, and even equipment maintenance.

"As for the compensation, we can discuss it in detail at the dinner table."

After seeing that the Wild Hunt had passed Fenwe, Emilia said, "Then... please come in.

"As for the reward, we can come in and discuss it."

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Even more fortunately, these Wild Hunts soon realized that this team was truly small but elite.

Although the entire team looked ageless, they possessed a mountain of magical items, with nearly a dozen Ioun stones hovering above their heads year-round. Although they were unfamiliar with Toril and couldn't recognize the symbol of the goddess of luck, they could tell that Elastrid was a powerful bishop.

Therefore, they did not leave any handle for Emilia and her group, nor did they ask stupid questions like whether there was a brothel here. The great shield maze of Candlekeep lost the precious opportunity to show its power.

Several heroes' banquets provided the most precious and delicious part, and Emya transformed Candlekeep's food reserves into delicacies. Combined with the druids' berries, a meal enough for hundreds of people was soon gathered in Candlekeep's banquet hall.

However, this is also an opportunity for Sig to show his prowess - Emiya and her group are actually a bit eccentric, and there are few opportunities for her to open other people's conversations during the adventure.

The Wild Hunt are, naturally, a group of petitioners.

They took off their armor, revealing Nordic-style resolute faces, both men and women, which did not seem to match their stern and cold appearance.

However, their bodies emitted a faint glow, proving that they were definitely not ordinary people.

However, his love of drinking and boasting still retains the Nordic habits.

After a few glasses of fine elven wine, the Wild Hunt captain couldn't help but complain, "We didn't mean to disturb you. Normally, we shouldn't need to resupply mid-trip. It's just that our hunt this time has been too bumpy."

Sig moved closer to him and asked, "Would you mind telling me your target?"

"There's nothing I can't tell you," the captain replied. "Our only mission as the Wild Hunt is to follow the guidance of our Lord Odin, to hunt down the evil spirits of the world and destroy or capture them. These evil spirits are the enemies of all life. As long as we can defeat them, we are allowed to seek help from the locals—"

At this point, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated: "But it's not okay to completely lose him like now."

"Is it common to get lost?"

"It's not common!" The captain angrily drank a large cup of mead, "but even if our Lord is here, I can only attribute everything to misfortune.