Equipment Printing School Mage

The golden elf's attitude was sincere: she was not speaking in a provocative manner.

She meant every word she said.

"…………" Now, Emilia and Fenwei were silent.

Fenwei's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Looking at the silent Fenwei, Rainbow narrowed her eyes. "...Bastard, you originally didn't even have the chance to kiss the shoes of the Wasan family in your life, but now you can see the handicrafts that the Wasan family is proud of. Why don't you hurry up... Gu..."

Soon, Iris found she was speechless.

A torrent of water gushed out of her lungs, flowing down her trachea and into her mouth. The terrified golden elf tried to cough, but the water took the opportunity to rush directly into her brain. In an instant, she plummeted to the ground.

Druid's sixth-ring spell, drowning.

Fenwei dismissed the spell and was silent for a moment before saying, "...Emmya, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Emiya looked down at the golden elf who was still blowing bubbles and said calmly, "I will complain to God-King Corellon now."

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In the Golden Palace, Mystrel, Corellon, and Odin were having a pleasant conversation.

These three powerful gods were all extremely skilled in and deeply fond of various forms of magic. Despite their prior precautions, once they truly spoke, it was no exaggeration to say they'd met too late. After less than a day of communication, they felt a surge of inspiration, and upon their return, they were sure to discover new things about magic.

However, this exchange didn't last long. Soon, Brunhilde, the leader of the Valkyries, knocked gently on the door. "...My Lord. There is something I must report now."

Odin was a little stunned, then flew into a rage: "An external enemy is invading?!"

Being assaulted while so many Divine King visitors were present? This was simply outrageous.

Then, Odin felt something was wrong...

If there is an external enemy, Heimdall should be the first to report it.

"..." Brunhilde glanced at Corellon with embarrassment and whispered directly to the god, "...the God of Justice and...a guest of His Majesty Corellon...have had a conflict. A gold elf has been imprisoned by Lord Tyr for provoking a quarrel in the Golden Palace and insulting the Valkyrie."

"Huh?!" Odin was shocked and felt it was extremely difficult.

He had a premonition when he saw that these craftsmen were golden elves.

The Gold Elves don't have a very good reputation in the multiverse.

But within a day, he had already offended Tyr?!

How dare you do whatever you want in the lair of someone else's god system?

Odin hesitated.

This guy Tyr does things perfectly.

If there was a conflict with Tyr, no matter how many ways there were to investigate, Corellon would always be in the wrong.

At this moment, Odin, the God of Wisdom, rolled his eyes, coughed lightly, and immediately said, "...I was inconsiderate. We all come from all corners of the world, with different personalities and habits. It's normal to have conflicts. How about we establish some principles now to prevent things from escalating?"

Corellon opened his mouth, about to ask something, but then he stood up in shock and anger, shouting, "Those four people from Vashan are just going out to provoke me?! I've warned them repeatedly! And it's been less than a day!"

"Hey, don't be anxious." Odin smiled. "It's common for mortals to fight over a disagreement. Don't damage our friendship. Just don't escalate it."

Misriel tilted her head and smiled. "If there's a conflict, mediating it would be too much trouble. After all, they're in Joseph's Garden, and no one's really going to die... Just don't let it get so bad that we can't prepare for the upgraded battle. As for me, no matter what the grudge is, it's not allowed to extend to the residence. Once you're out, there's no responsibility for life or death.

She glanced at Corellon and said with a smile, "Corellon, the magic of the Vashan family is also well-known in Faerun, so it shouldn't be a disadvantage."

"As it should be." Corellon had no objection at all. "It would be good to teach them a lesson!"

After hearing Corellon's words, Mystril smiled brightly: [Emmya, it's done.]

Thirty-six Vasan Family (Part 2)

"...After leaving the residence, we and the Vasan family can attack freely...?"

Emiya frowned.

Goddess Mystrel had successfully made their previous attack a minor issue, but subsequent problems still needed to be resolved.

There is still a month left, and the preparations for this event won’t turn into attacks on each other.

At this moment, their team temporarily interrupted the work at hand and returned to Valhalla.

The most abundant thing in Valhalla is the mead hall. However, not every mead hall is designed to serve thousands or tens of thousands of people.

After yesterday's conflict, Odin, Tyr, and Thor redivided the activity areas of the mortals on both sides, and emphasized that neither side was allowed to attack each other in Valhalla and the Golden Palace.

Those who actively provoke a conflict will be directly sentenced to a 0:3 loss.

Emiya and his group naturally didn't care - they had a bard who came from the market, and they couldn't lose even if they used all kinds of verbal tricks.

Given the temper of the golden elves, when necessary, Sig could make them furious with just a few words.

However, the mead hall where Emiya and his party were at the moment was a bit crowded.

Because, sitting opposite them was a strong man with muscles as big as mountains.

It's like Mars magnified ten times.

He was blond and fully armed, his armor covered in runes, each piece clearly exceptional. A heavy hammer several men tall stood beside his chair, sparks swirling from it.

The hero had just emptied his half-tall goblet and reached out to touch it. He gestured to the Valkyrie to refill the mead and said, "That's right—His Majesty Corellon himself was so kind, but how could his descendants be so damned bad?"

"It's just a simple case of indulgence," Sig replied. "His Majesty Corellon is tolerant of everyone, and even a little doting on his own offspring, allowing them to do whatever they want. And yet, he himself is truly powerful enough that even the slightest bit of dregs from his fingertips can make an elf invincible, instantly giving rise to offspring like this."

The bard then skillfully offered a compliment: "Your Highness Thor, a son like you who inherits your father's bravery, wisdom, courage, and strength, and carries forward his reputation throughout the Nine Realms, is a rare sight in the multiverse."

Although the Thunder God had heard the poet's praises frequently, he couldn't help but grin. After thinking about it, he shook his head: "...It's true. I find it hard to imagine what His Majesty Corellon would look like when he's truly angry. Is there really a God-King who never gets angry?"

Sig shrugged. "His first wife, Aroshi, was ambitious. She poisoned him, revealed his whereabouts to a powerful enemy when he was injured, and even colluded with old enemies to gather outsiders for rebellion. And yet, he survived all of this, and didn't even kill Aroshi."

"...Tsk tsk tsk, he is really tolerant and really strong." Thor kept shaking his head.

Although Joseph's Garden and the Unfettered Wilds are both chaotic good planes, it is still too outrageous for someone to be as kind or merciful as Corellon.

What's even more outrageous is that Corellon is so indecisive, and the whole universe knows that he is indecisive. His daily actions are full of flaws...but he is still alive and well.

It is even rarer to be as invincible as Corellon.

Thor wiped the corner of his mouth and coughed lightly: "Well, enough gossip and small talk - Mr. Emiya."

Although Emiya was only a mortal, he was an outsider blacksmith after all. Since this was a matter of respect for his reputation, he still showed him some respect. "Enough of the bad words. We are on the same side after all. I'm a straightforward person, so I'll ask directly: What are your chances of success against the elven craftsmen? How proficient are you in various crafts?"

Thor stood up, and the entire palace suddenly went dark. "After all, you are a servant of the magic goddess Mystrel, and a wizard... With all due respect, even my father, Odin, had to entrust dwarves to make all kinds of weapons and equipment. Do you truly understand craftsmanship, or are you only good at enchanting?"

"Honestly," Thor snorted, "Tyr and I have always had our share of victories and defeats. Losing once is no big deal. But you're talking nonsense in front of me, and in the end you're serving me a bunch of scrap metal. That's a completely different matter."

Emiya looked up.

At this moment, electricity crackled on Thor's face, illuminating his murderous face like a lion.

Without even a twitch of his eyebrows, he replied calmly, "To say victory is certain is indeed a bit arrogant. If I were to face four craftsmen of the same caliber as those gold elves, I would be unable to ensure a significant gap in weaponry between you and Tyr. Ultimately, the outcome would depend on you two. I don't have the ability to crush a single craftsman brought by a God King."

"I know that." Thor snorted.

What he asked was whether Emiya would be crushed by the opponent!

Thor knocked on the table. "Don't talk nonsense. Tyr is a rigid man. Even though he has broken with the elves, he will not bring personal feelings into the battle. He will still go all out in the Ascension War. The outcome of this battle still has a lot to do with your work. I don't expect you to let the Heroic Spirits defeat the Wild Hunt. Even I can't do that. So you should at least fight hard for the first two games."

"Well, let me be frank," Emilia said. "I must admit that I rarely make blunt instruments. If you insist on using a hammer, I suggest you stay with me for a long time during the process and closely monitor the results."

"How do I pay attention?" Thor frowned. "Watch you forge iron? Help you forge iron?"

"For example." Emilia reached into the dimensional bag at her waist and took out a piece of refined gold weighing several kilograms and placed it on the table.

Thor narrowed his eyes slightly. "...Are you really a craftsman? You don't often carry materials with you..."

Before he could finish his words, Emiya lightly tapped the refined gold, and the metal ingot instantly turned into an exquisite Morning Star Hammer. The spikes on the striking part even emitted a cold light, and were polished to an extremely fine degree.

Seeing this scene, Xige couldn't help but gasp slightly: "Wow, you guys are still making progress?"

Emiya's incredible efficiency has improved a lot compared to before.

Thor was even more shocked.

“…Ah? Ah?! Ah?!!!” His body shrank several times, almost jumping onto the table, and he weighed the Morning Star Hammer in his hand.

Strong, balanced, and flawless.

In comparison, the base material of the Wild Hunter's equipment is like the inferior goods coming out of the tribe's leaky earthen furnace.

Even though Emya's enchantment is not as good as that of the elves, this is completely within Thor's understanding and acceptance.

The problem is that with the God of War's dynamic vision, he certainly saw the entire process of the entire piece of metal turning into a weapon in a few tenths of a second.

Even if this was just a mortal's warhammer, it only took a fraction of a second! Even if it took a hundred times longer to use the warhammer of a true god—so what?

A giant weapon for gods in just a few minutes?!

According to Thor's culture, we can only say:

Awesome.

So, this kind of craftsmanship exists in the multiverse?! Could this silent guy be some god of craftsmanship from some pantheon, frying fish?!

"Hey, kid..." Thor suddenly realized something. "With your efficiency, you should have easily completed the first two missions, but you started preparing so early... What are you going to do with the rest of the time?"

"You're not planning on winning a third time, are you?!"

Emiya said calmly, "Who wouldn't be tempted if they had the chance to receive a gift from the great god Odin?"

"...That makes a lot of sense." Thor scratched his chin. "If the opponent wasn't Tyr, I think there would be plenty of people willing to bribe him to get a 3:0 result."

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"Sir Tyr, we know we were wrong."

Inside the Golden Palace, the four Golden Elves stood before the God of Justice with a rare tremor in their hearts. "We will remain in our residence and will not venture out. We hope that Asgard can provide us with the supplies we need."

At this moment, Brunhilde, the leader of the Valkyries, was standing beside Tyr with an unhappy look on her face.

These seemingly submissive elves had just recently spoken rudely to the Valkyries under her command, which eventually aroused public anger and was caught by Tyr on the spot.

But then, they were confined to their residence, unable to leave at will, so naturally, it was her Valkyries who were responsible for transporting supplies. Brunhilde didn't believe that these elves would change their ways so easily.

These are people who have already died once. If they could change, they should have changed while they were still alive!

Tyr remained expressionless and said calmly, "A peaceful resolution is a good thing. I look forward to your work."

"Then, please allow us to ask a question." However, the four elves had no intention of retreating. Instead, the sculptor named Leaf Vein asked, "Sir Tyr, where can we find a record of your life's achievements?"

"...?" Tyr was stunned for a moment. "What do you want this for?"

The elf was even more baffled: "We are making weapons and equipment for you, how could we not know about your achievements?"

The God of Justice took a moment to react, looked at the luxurious attire of the four elves, and finally understood everything.

Tyr himself has a relatively simple style of doing things, but the royal family of a great empire is obviously not like that.

He took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "I don't need any decorations, I just need the weapons themselves...?"

As expected, several elves shook their heads in unison. "Weapons and armor that can only attack and defend are just rough cuts. Please forgive us for not being able to make this kind of junk."

Tyr silently looked down at his armor covered with scars and couldn't help but sigh.

Brunhilde's eyes lit up. "Sir Tyr, your equipment is indeed too plain. Please wait a moment—the Golden Palace has long recorded Sir Tyr's achievements in absolute detail, with absolutely no omissions!"

After seeing Brunhilde leave, Tyr was silent for a moment and said, "May I ask, what are your plans for the next month?"

Several elves had clearly already made plans for this, and they replied in unison, "Since you said the Wild Hunt has a strong chance of winning, we intend to spend this incredibly tight time on the first two items."

"Okay, that makes sense." Tyr nodded.

He also didn't feel the need to devote significant energy to the third battle. In his opinion, the second battle had the lowest chance of victory—with the difference in weapons and equipment, it was almost impossible to tell who was stronger between him and Thor.

If one takes a broader view and considers these three competitions as simple family ceremonies… Of those three competitions, the most important is the first one, which represents Corellon and Corellon’s goodwill towards Odin.

"So, can I ask about the specific time allocation?"

The elf didn't seem to care, and replied matter-of-factly, "Of course. We will attach great importance to your duel with the god Thor, so the Star Forge will concentrate on forging your sword and armor, and the remaining three of us will come to enchant and inlay your equipment after we have completed our work. We will return to prepare."

"That makes sense." Tyr nodded. "Goodbye. If you have any difficulties, you can always ask the Valkyrie to contact me."

Tyr and Brunhilde looked at each other.

They had thought that these elves would hold a grudge against his punishment... but now it seemed like he was overthinking it?

Meanwhile, Xinglu, who had just returned to his residence, asked, "How long will it take you to prepare a gift for God Odin?"

The other three elves replied as a matter of course, "Since we have thirty days, it would be a sign of sincerity to leave three for Tyr. The rest of the time should be used to craft a gift for Odin."