Equipment Printing School Mage

Emiya nodded calmly: "Thank you very much."

Fenwei was still hesitating, but he stopped when he heard this.

She walked quickly to Emilia and leaned down: "You'd better know what you're talking about."

Emilia replied matter-of-factly, "I just don't want to be forced into accepting an unacceptable outcome."

Eswhite was dressed as a woodcutter, but Baldur's Gate had been closely linked with the Hollow Horn in recent years and had purchased a large amount of logs from the village.

With just a little thought, the noble from Baldur's Gate would see through Eswhite's origins.

Although using civilians as a threat is a rather despicable act, anyone with a bit of integrity would disdain to do it - but the city of Baldur's Gate has always been known for its all-encompassing nature.

All-encompassing, translated as harboring filth and dirt.

Emya had no expectations of the ethics of the Baldur's Gate nobility.

If Eswhite stayed around all the time, and they were completely clueless about the situation at Hollow Corner, then he would be worried about it every day. In that case, it would be better to just split up the forces.

The bearmen of Hollow Horn were certainly not afraid of ordinary weapons, but that was all. Once their identities were exposed, all sorts of accidents were possible.

Emilia would rather be in danger now than pretend to regret it after seeing the ruins on the ground.

Fenwei also understood the two men's rhetoric. She turned around unhappily and said, "Then I'll ask Long Branch and Thick Leaf to guard the treehouse. Mr. Eswhite, let's set off now."

"of course."

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As soon as the druid and the priest left, the paladin lifted the leaf curtain of the tree house, his eyes blazing with fire. "Master, I remember you brought a grinding wheel with you before you left."

A grinding wheel is a type of grindstone. Unlike a flat grindstone, this more primitive grinding wheel uses a hand crank or foot pedal to rotate the cylindrical grindstone around an axis, and then places the sharp object to be sharpened on the grindstone surface. Using a grinding wheel, in comparison, requires more experience.

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Indeed, I have thought about it. If it is just that kind of minor wear and tear, it will be difficult to deal with the spell, so..."

The paladin nodded and listened patiently to the end of his rambling: "That's fine. Please give it to me."

Emiya was silent for a moment. "...You haven't swung a sword in all this time, have you? And the grinding wheel is very, very noisy when it's running."

The noise produced by the friction between the metal and the grinding wheel is probably as loud as the roar of a motorcycle engine. Listening to it for a long time will definitely damage your hearing.

Mars nodded as if it was a matter of course: "--Yes, that's what we want."

Aimiya blinked, her mind suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but take a breath: "Do you have to go that far?"

"I think it's necessary. Anyway, give it to me."

Emiya sighed and laid the dimensional hole on the ground. Fortunately, the abnormal glow of the penitent had obviously disappeared, and it was now lying quietly in the dimensional hole.

Mars reached into the dimensional cave. The grinding wheel weighing dozens of kilograms was as light as hollow plastic in the hands of the holy knight.

He easily carried the grinding wheel out, thought for a moment, then looked up and asked, "...reason."

Emiya was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

The paladin repeated, "I need a reason to use the grinding wheel."

You actually asked me this!

Emiya sighed, thought for a moment, and pointed to an iron ingot in the dimensional cave. "That's perfect. I need to grind this iron ingot into a needle. I want to adjust my winter wolf cloak, and I need tools."

"Grind this iron ingot into... a needle?!" This shocking statement from China successfully shocked the innocent young man from another world.

Mars lifted the heavy iron ingot, which weighed at least several kilograms, and raised it up and down. Then, with a sincere smile on his face, he gave Emilia a thumbs-up. He grabbed a piece of leather from the dimensional hole, and rushed out happily with the grinding wheel and the iron ingot.

"..." Emilia looked at Mars' back, was silent for a moment, and confessed sincerely.

He had always considered himself a serious and reliable person, but he had never expected that he would fall so quickly.

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"Bang bang bang!"

Mars and his BMW Silver Boat arrived outside the Valakan family's tree house. He put the grinding wheel on his back and used his free hand to hit the wooden wall of the tree house without any hesitation. He shouted, "Excuse me, is Mr. Valakan in the house now?"

Almost the next second, a mercenary who was obviously also affiliated with the Red Moon Group came out, but his attitude was obviously bad: "What the hell, what's going on?"

Mars raised his eyebrows and said politely, "Not long ago, my horse was attacked by an employee of your group. I want to confirm whether this was done by your group or by the instruction of Mr. Valakan?"

The Red Moon mercenary coughed, rolled his eyes upwards, and tried hard to recall before answering haltingly, "Uh...ah! We Red Moon members...well, what's it called? Oh, we have a free spirit! We have limited restrictions on our members! Therefore, any member's personal...personal behavior cannot represent the mercenary group! Of course, it certainly cannot represent the employer!"

Although this statement, which is obviously memorized at the last minute, is ridiculous, it clearly represents an attitude.

However, this is exactly the attitude Mars wants.

The paladin nodded. "So, it was a complete misunderstanding."

"Yes, it was a misunderstanding."

"Well, goodbye."

After saying that, Mars took the silver boat and headed towards the interior of the holy land. However, after walking less than ten meters, he stopped just a few feet away from the tree house.

It's about a few hundred meters away from the Holy Oak.

He spread a large piece of leather on the dead leaves, placed a grinding wheel on the leather, then removed the entire luggage bag from the silver ship's hull and took out the iron ingots and water bags.

He patted his horse's shoulder and said, "Okay, Ah Chuan, let's go. Your hearing can't handle this anytime soon."

Silver Ship's gaze paused on the grinding wheel, then he glanced at the iron ingot in the hand of the Holy Knight.

The Silver Ship's ears suddenly bent back, and it turned around at an astonishing speed, running away towards the Fenwell Tree House without looking back.

Mars shrugged, warmed himself up, and put on animal leather gloves.

Then he took a stool from his luggage, placed it behind him, sat down on it carelessly, and stepped on the pedal of the grinding wheel. The grinding wheel immediately began to rumble towards him.

The sound is already a bit noisy, but it is just a little annoying. It is probably not as loud as the chirping of cicadas in summer.

What comes next is the main course.

Mars shrugged, took out two balls of cotton from his luggage, squeezed them hard, then blocked his ears with them and placed the iron ingot on the grinding wheel.

It's like thousands of birds singing and bees dancing together.

The hard sand and gravel and iron ingots immediately erupted with earth-shaking friction noises. The sharp and piercing sound instantly woke up all the animals in the holy land from their sleep, causing them to scramble to flee to the outside.

The paladin wearing thick earplugs frowned: "...The sound is still a little quiet."

Then, with an expressionless face, he quickened the pace of his feet, causing the grinding wheel to spin so fast that sparks were practically emitted.

It even seemed as if the grinding wheel had stopped in its tracks, or even slowly moved backwards. However, the slightly floating shadow proved that the grinding wheel was actually rotating at high speed.

Mars sneered and placed the iron ingot against the surface of the grinding wheel again.

This time, the noise was deafening, and endless, clear sparks flew wildly from the contact between metal and abrasive.

Maybe it was his illusion, even the insects living under the dead leaves seemed to be fleeing frantically in the earth-shaking noise.

"This sharp whetstone with a completely worry-free edge...it's quite interesting."

Mars looked at the flying sparks and muttered, "It just got hot too fast."

Even though he was wearing animal-skin gloves, he felt his fingertips burning within a few seconds. The silver-white iron ingot seemed to have a faint red tint.

He shrugged, unscrewed the water bag, and poured it directly onto the grinding wheel. The moment the clear water touched the grinding stone, it turned into boiling steam, rising slowly with a hissing sound.

The paladin waited patiently for a while, letting the grinding wheel cool down, and then immediately intensified the friction. Soon, all the moisture on the grinding stone that had just been soaked evaporated due to the hot friction.

This kind of exercise is quite physically demanding. Mars took a breath and was about to continue working when a falcon landed on his grinding wheel, preventing the paladin from moving any further.

Narcissus transformed back into his human form, his entire body shaking with anger: "—What are you doing?! You are disturbing the holy land!"

The paladin was stunned for a moment, then replied seriously, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm just doing something normal."

Such an outrageous answer made Narcissus stagger and nearly fall to the ground. "You are making a noise for no reason in a holy place! And you actually said it was normal?! Your grinding wheel is spewing sparks! Can't you see it?!"

"I've specially laid out a wide enough area of ​​leather. I guarantee that no sparks will fly. As for the noise..."

The paladin calmly asked, "So, first question—is it forbidden for animals to make any noise in the Holy Land?"

"Of course, normal shouting is not prohibited, but you..."

"Second question." Mars said immediately without giving the druid time to respond, "Are animals prohibited from engaging in activities that might make noises within the holy land? Flapping their wings, sharpening their claws and teeth? Or perhaps hammering stones to create stone tools, as some animals do?"

"Of course it's impossible to prohibit it, but you—"

"Third question, do you have any strict limits on the volume or pitch of your voice?"

"Of course not. How can a voice give specific restrictions?!"

"Well," the paladin asked dryly, "are humans animals? Are humans superior to beasts?"

Narciss's rebuttal was silenced by one sentence - Druids advocate maintaining the balance of nature and generally have a disparaging attitude towards human life.

It would be better for the druids to die than to have them claim that humans are superior to ordinary beasts and transcend them.

"Of course not!" Narcissus roared, "Humans are also part of nature. Apart from their extraordinary destructive power, there's nothing special about them at all!"

"Well then." The Paladin sneered, "Now, let's start from the beginning."

"Humans are ordinary animals. I am a member of the human race."

"I was carrying out normal activities, I just made some noises. But the noises made by animals vary in volume. My voice was a little louder. And there's no limit to the volume of the sound."

"Secondly, I was just using tools normally. Some birds already know how to move stones, and some apes know how to use stone tools. It's just that the process of using tools made some noises."

"Finally, any activity involving sound is off limits in the Holy Land."

"Therefore, my activities in the Holy Land should not be unreasonably hindered. Mr. Druid, could you please stop your foolish activities that disrupt the Holy Land without reason?"

"Varied--"

Narcissus held it in for a long time, his fingers trembling constantly, his eyes rolling around for several times, but in the end he could only say: "You are talking nonsense——"

"I'm not talking nonsense. My actions are strictly in accordance with druidic principles. Narcissus, if you don't even know which actions are illegal and which are not, then you are unqualified as a druid." The paladin didn't stand up, but lowered his head and sneered. "Please reflect on yourself! Have you relied too much on your authority as a druid and forgotten your druid duties?!"

"you--!"

After being mercilessly rebuked by Mars, Narcissus took a few steps back, holding his heart, and screamed, turning back into a falcon and rushing back to his tree house.

But just as it took off, the sharp friction sound rang out again, and the falcon's keen hearing almost cost Narcissus his life. It flew crookedly in the air and almost hit the tree.

At this moment, the giant python that Moonsong had transformed into finally appeared. The cyan python, its tongue spitting out, silently circled in front of the paladin.

However, the snake's tongue seems a little crooked.

Moonsong's snake pupils were shaking constantly: "Mr. Mars, I think we need to talk. To what extent can you represent the opinion of that wizard?"

The paladin lowered his head, set the iron ingot aside, stepped on the leather that was already covered with iron filings, pulled his collar, and fanned himself. "Perhaps, the situation is similar to that of the Red Moon mercenaries who came to provoke us earlier."

Moonsong spat out his snake tongue and said, "...Very good. You can see that if we continue to torture each other like this, neither of us will be able to sleep peacefully. It will take at least ten days before the competition is decided and the sacred tree successfully covers the other sacred trees."

Yes, the method used by the druids to decide the chief druid can be described as brutal: when the crown of a sacred tree completely covers the other sacred trees, the druid responsible for cultivating this sacred tree will become the chief of the circle and the person in charge of the circle from then on.

"If we continue to test each other at this intensity for a while, we'll all die of exhaustion in the Holy Land. Please allow me to propose a truce. A dead man cannot be a winner."

"What do you propose?"

Moonsong said without hesitation, "Complete isolation—after tomorrow, we'll divide into camps, and each druid will join voluntarily. After that, the two sides won't meet, communicate, or influence each other, as if the other doesn't exist in this world."

"How do you determine that?"

"It's all up to you," Moonsong replied calmly. "As long as either party feels they've been influenced, the agreement will automatically become invalid."

"After today's episode, I'm afraid anyone who still wants to sleep won't dare to initiate a provocation. Of course, if you completely disagree, then we can only do our best to get some sleep at night."

"..." Mars sneered, "[Truce], what an accurate word."

The so-called truce means that both sides are accumulating strength. Once they are fully prepared, they will launch a more fierce offensive again.

"Now, if you want to make peace with us, I can't return empty-handed."

Moonsong was silent for a moment, his body becoming smaller and smaller, from a giant python that could strangle an elephant to a tiny green snake, and his voice also became smaller.

He said, "Then I can also give you some gifts personally."

Mars narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then, when Fenwei sees these generous gifts, our alliance with her will probably fall apart due to suspicion. Do we look stupid?"

"Ah, this worry is certainly reasonable." Moonsong lowered his voice, "But I also believe that you must be able to hide it from the female druid who is busy taking care of the sacred tree."

The paladin also lowered his voice. "Perhaps. But risks, of course, need to be accompanied by commensurate rewards to be worth taking."

"What can you come up with?"

"Of course," Moonsong said softly, "We will provide you with a unique plant - its fibers are dense and seamless, pitch black and opaque, light yet tough. Wearing them is tougher than fine gold, yet lighter than mithril. This is a grass seed we obtained through meticulous research."

"Whether it's a woven robe or armor, each is a perfect item that far surpasses all existing materials. You are a powerful warrior, and you must realize its value."