Equipment Printing School Mage
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"...too sophisticated, too accurate, and the manipulation and understanding of the Weave are too bizarre." Mystril frowned. "I have a guess."
"guess?"
"I think this is what I did...at least I was deeply involved in it." Misriel said with a serious face.
Metatron blinked, twitched his ears, and then took a breath. He took a step back, hesitant to speak. After a long silence, he finally said, "After all, I am your servant. Even if you say that you invented higher magic, I can only say that you are right. I would never dare to say that this is shameless plagiarism."
"What do you mean by plagiarism?" Mystrel turned and glared at her. "I've already taught you to learn more about Silverfire and the arcane! If you knew more about the Weave, you'd realize I wasn't lying."
"All I can say," Metatron said with a serious expression, "is that you are right."
"Hmm... Hmm?!" Misriel reacted for a moment and immediately exploded, "Meta!!!"
Mystrel was obviously not as eloquent as Metatron. After being rebuked by his own servant, he was at a loss as to what to do except getting angry and punishing him.
But she immediately had an idea and snorted coldly, "Well, Meta, I really can't figure out the origins of these weapons in a short time. I guess I can only use some unorthodox methods."
Then, she changed the subject: "--like exchanging something for something."
Metatron didn't react at first, then replied casually, "That's probably difficult—he's young, but he possesses a wealth of magical equipment like the stars in the sky, and even his companions are like the stars in the sky. For such a person, wealth might not be enough. And since he's from the future, he might not even care about the magic of this era."
At this point, she was still thinking seriously: "I'm afraid I can only use something unique... or even help him accomplish something."
"Help him? Ha!" Misriel's nose was almost turned up to the sky. "I've already said it - I will definitely not help him find spell materials."
"I see," Metatron said indifferently, "You even stole... and took back Emiya's spell materials. You normally don't bring any strange spell materials back to the Kingdom of God."
"Tsk!" Misriel glared at Metatron fiercely, even though she was only half the height of her attendant. "You're so annoying! I have a task for you. Don't let me see you anytime soon!"
"Please give your instructions." But Metatron is indeed the servant of the Goddess of Magic after all, and any order given by the Goddess will be carried out by her 100%.
Some orders that are too outrageous will be carried out by her one thousand percent.
"Watch those guys from a distance. If they find any weaknesses, anything they can't do, or if they get any spell materials, report it to me immediately." Misriel snorted, "Don't let anything happen to them—of course, you don't have to worry too much.
"This team is ridiculously strong even in the Elven Kingdom. Ordinary enemies can't do anything to them. They're mainly for surveillance."
Metatron nodded. This order was barely reasonable, but she still asked, "So what are you going to do?"
A group of time travelers are collecting spellcasting materials from thousands of years ago, and are also chasing an evil spirit from another world.
Wouldn't this interest the goddess?
Then, the Seraphic Servant followed her gaze and looked at the sharp blade on the ground.
In reality, Metatron knew this was impossible—there was a major obstacle to deciphering this wondrous magical weapon.
The class it applies to doesn't seem to have existed yet—as far as Metatron knows, there's currently no class that leans so strongly towards lawful good.
At least not in the Elven Empire, which was at its peak. This profession would likely appear gradually in the future.
In other words, if Miss Misriel wants to figure out the secret of this magic weapon... she has to rely on this incomplete magic weapon, first try to reverse-analyze an entire professional system, and then deduce the runes.
Only the magic goddess Misriel would dare to think of and do such a crazy job - but even she would not be able to produce results in a short time.
What's worse is that she knows her master's temper very well: being a time manager is a temporary [responsibility].
The magic web and magic are her lifelong hobbies.
So, all kinds of small things are fine, she will never use time to predict the final result related to magic, but is extremely fond of using knowledge and magic to deduce the current situation.
Metatron naturally couldn't understand this sentiment. He had witnessed Miss Misriel forcing herself to endure hardship countless times.
But now... Misriel insisted on using the knowledge from ten thousand years ago to reverse the results of ten thousand years later, so Metatron had no choice but to follow her.
The Seraphic Servant said indifferently, "You said you made this, so it shouldn't take much effort to figure it out, right?"
As Metatron's words left her mouth, a space portal suddenly appeared and enveloped her. The scenery changed. Metatron was once again above the forest.
The goddess's roar still echoed in her ears: "You're so annoying! Go get back to work!"
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The work of chasing Igilock naturally cannot be stopped.
The seriously injured Igilock's forward speed was greatly reduced. After Emilia and his party slightly reorganized their condition and equipment, they set out on the pursuit again.
Whether or not Igilock can be killed successfully is related to the future of the Wild Hunt team for the next few hundred years.
Whether he will continue to wallow in the fish pond of Joseph's Garden, fighting a group of guerrillas who do not obey orders and attack at will, or continue to stay in the Wild Hunt team, all depends on this battle.
The Wild Hunt and their group began to address Team Emia with increasing respect.
However, their pursuit was not as smooth as expected.
Soon, the Wild Hunt captain, whose real name was Ivar the Cracked Bear, frowned unconsciously and called out to Emya, "Sir, this is strange. The distance between us and Igilok is rapidly shrinking! It's as if it has stopped moving?"
"What?" Emiya, who was riding on the Phantom Horse, immediately asked, "Has something like this happened before?"
"Yes, but every time it's not a good thing!" Wild Hunt Captain Ivar answered decisively. "It's incredibly cunning... no, smart! It knows it's being hunted, and it knows we have a way to find it, so it never rests! And every time it suddenly closes in..."
Ivar was silent for a moment, then managed to come up with something: "They're all ready to put someone else's knife to our necks."
Amya understood.
The Wild Hunt's hunting style is apparently extremely brutal, and they often travel across worlds.
They had once been ambushed and suffered heavy losses while chasing Igilock - but even if they had not been ambushed, a group of fully armed air cavalry would have been very eye-catching.
If the local world also has some extraordinary power, it would be enough to make them panic.
Ivar couldn't help swallowing.
Judging from the enchanted castle and the casual conversation, this world seemed to be one of the strongest. Igirock even found an unprecedented host in a split second.
If they ran into a powerful regular army again.
Whatever you are afraid of will come.
They were still on their way when magic ships came almost head-on towards them.
The decoration style is very different from that of the dark elves. It is all snow-white and shines brightly in the sun.
They are all single-person ships that focus on speed and maneuverability, just like the Type II airships - of course, even the elves' airships are far faster than the newer ones.
However, they came with such force that Emiya and his companions could not completely ignore them - this group of elves were obviously the elite of the Kingdom of Santa Osriel.
If it was just Team Emia, he could still have some solutions, but he couldn't hide from the aggressive Wild Hunt.
"Stay!" the moon elves roared, even switching to several languages used within the giant ship. "This is the sky of the Kingdom of Santa Osriel. Who are you to dare to advance so recklessly?!"
"Stop, or we'll attack."
And this is the biggest problem of the Wild Hunt.
Who could tolerate an entire regular army of flying cavalry flying over their heads?!
"Report your origins and purpose, otherwise please leave our airspace immediately!"
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"Report your origins and purpose, otherwise please leave our airspace immediately!"
When this sentence was repeated for the fifth time, it was in Dragon Language.
Emiya and his team are urgently thinking of countermeasures.
The story of Emiya and his party is difficult to handle—it cannot be fully revealed, but it obviously cannot be withheld either.
If Emilia told him everything, he had no doubt that a silver-haired goddess who had just left would immediately appear and jump in front of them -
Then kick them back ten thousand years.
Her strict adherence to time is not her personal preference, but her duty, which does not tolerate any carelessness.
——The biggest problem is that the Elven Kingdom of this era is only stronger than Halrua, which has not yet reached its peak.
If we include advanced magic...
Much stronger.
So, while asking questions, Emilia also saw that the light of the Realm of Honesty had already spread among them.
The specific meaning of being much stronger is that the caster has both quality and quantity.
The Wild Hunt were unfazed. Ivar stated bluntly, "We are the elite troops of the great god Odin in the Garden of Joshua. We are the Wild Hunt! We have no intention of invading your territory. We are merely following our lord's orders to track down a bloodthirsty monster with regenerative abilities. Once we secure a kill, we will depart."
And Emiya said, "We have no intention of harming the Kingdom of Santa Osriel. We just want to follow this Wild Hunt team to kill the monster named Igilok. After we are sure it is dead, we will leave this place immediately and will never get involved in any local affairs."
However, as one of the most important magic ship craftsmen in Faerun, Emilia couldn't help but glance down while talking.
The shape of the Seldarine elves' magic ships is a little strange - it is true that the style of humans' magic ships is nothing new, and they are simply ordinary sea-going ships with floats and extra sails added, but Emya does not like the shape of the elves' current magic ships.
These airships are more like the product of bionic imitation of a certain creature. This creature is probably related to some insect that appears near water in the summer.
A dragonfly-class magical ship beloved by the elves. Recommended for three people, it can be operated by one person in extreme situations.
The Realm of Honesty did not call the police, but the face of the leading elf commander became even uglier.
He was very dissatisfied with the attitude of these outsiders.
Of course they knew humans - even though humans on the continent of Faerun were still very underdeveloped, this race was distributed in every corner of the multiverse and was also one of the important intelligent races.
At the same time, he also knew about the Wild Hunt troops in Joseph's Garden - this group of knights were really just hunters who hunted various monsters and even demigods, and had no tradition of interfering in local politics.
Even if you try to chase and intercept them, it will be futile because the ability of these residents of the outer plane to travel between planes is astonishingly strong.
What really made this elf unhappy was Team Emia.
They could understand that this team was likely not native to Faerûn, but the stereotypes existed.
Therefore, it was quite natural for a moon elf to stand behind a young human—this was an extremely eye-catching scene for the elves of the Kingdom of Santa Osriel.
If it were a country where Sun Elves were in the absolute majority, they would have probably made sarcastic remarks by now - the Kingdom of Santa Osriel was mainly composed of Moon Elves, and the atmosphere was slightly better.
But he also couldn't stand this nightmare scenario where humans recognized a primitive man as their captain.
Of course, the one who caused greater damage to the elves' spirit in this era was Fenwe.
Because, Fenwë, is half-elf.
——This means that among the elves who dominate the civilization, there has appeared a compatriot who is extremely playful, so that a one-to-many or multi-to-one fleeting romance can no longer satisfy her or him.
At the same time, the existence of half-elves is a loophole in myth and tradition for even the most orthodox elves.
Elves do not have souls in the traditional sense, they only have spirits. This means that they do not actually have the strict sense of old age and death. Most of the decayed elves will board the ship to Evermeet in advance and wait to return to Arvandor.
The mythology of the elves is very similar to the Old Testament on Earth—they were born sinful, and so were cast down from the kingdom of God to the mortal world. However, as long as they persevered in the suffering of the mortal world, and when they were old enough to hear the call of Arvandor, they could return to Arvandor and return to the arms of their Lord Corellon, marking the end of their atonement.
And this grace, in theory, actually only belongs to pure-blooded elves.
In this case, half-elves are an irreparable loophole - the compatibility of human bloodlines is ridiculously strong. So does a half-elf have a spirit or soul? Can he or she return to Arvandor?
Corellon did not give a clear answer, so most elves avoided this special race - this trend eased after ten thousand years.
But unfortunately, it is now the Fourth Crown War when the elves are at their peak.
Emiya clearly saw an elf on the magic ship glance at Fenwei and couldn't help covering his mouth.
——Of course, Team Emia’s reaction to this high elf team was actually similar.
The elves' reaction naturally made Fenwë furious, and their gaze on Elastrid also made the moon elf chief uneasy.
"Ah, what's the point?" Sig fanned the flames at Emiya over the telepathic link. "It's like a wealthy nobleman in a poor village seeing the most beautiful flower. The big head is still trying to belittle her, but the small heads are already raising their flags!"
[Could you please not be so vulgar?] Emiya took a step forward with a dark face, standing in front of her teammates.
Even he was a little disappointed.
Magic airships are a rarity in this world—except in Halruaa, where the elves' magic ships once reigned supreme.
Anyone else would have been thrilled to see the elves' airship, but Emiya felt only deep regret.
Seeing is better than hearing.
Its performance was even worse than that of a Type 1 airship that had been severely compromised for mass production. Even a Type 1 ship still using the original magic sail propulsion was better than this simple Dragonfly-class.
Without realizing it, he had already surpassed the power of the mortal world by so much?
But no matter what, Igilok and Wild Hunt are the current top targets.
Emiya has already decided that as long as these elves do not act unreasonably, he will compensate his teammates later and be tolerant for a while.
However, he soon discovered that the elf opposite him was thinking the exact opposite.
The elves were also whispering.
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