Equipment Printing School Mage
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Bad news, there is only one male in their team.
"Hmm, I see." Tikka was really excited now.
Over there, Emya was surrounded by the three God Kings, Mystril, Corellon, and Odin, and had no energy to pay attention to this side. Tyche simply pointed at Emya's back quietly: Is it him?
Elastrid laid her head on the table, not daring to raise it.
"So does he have a sweetheart? Is it you?"
"...He has someone he loves, and it's not me."
This is a big problem. Tyche's face froze.
The open atmosphere in Faerun means that the threshold for intimate contact is relatively loose, and friends who get along well with each other may spend a night together - this does not mean that third-party interference is encouraged.
Tyke scanned the room. "Is it the poet or the druid? Is it the druid? There's something wrong with the way she looks at Aimya."
"...No, Fenwe is probably just like me. She's also in unrequited love." Alaster murmured softly, "His lover didn't come with him, not the three of us."
"What? His sweetheart didn't come? Your trip is full of dangers, and his sweetheart actually stayed behind?!" Tikha was very unhappy. "How can you call someone a lover if they can't share joys and sorrows?! I'll go and persuade him to find someone else..."
"Wait a minute!" Alestria was frightened by Tyche's swift and decisive action. "His sweetheart is right here!"
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? You just said she wasn't here, and now you say she's here?!"
"…………" Elastri looked around, trying to find a savior, but this matter was obviously difficult to talk about. After hesitating for a long time, she stood up and ran to Tyke's ear and whispered a few words.
"What did you say? What he likes is--" This time, Tikka was really shocked. He stood up from his seat and attracted the attention of many gods.
Misriel asked in confusion, "Sister Tikka, what happened?"
"...No, no!" After comforting the Goddess of the Demon Net, Tikka turned around, his expression had completely changed.
I thought he was here to act as a matchmaker, but I didn't expect that the pig would set its eyes on the cabbage in my own garden!
"Don't worry!" Tikka gritted his teeth, "He will definitely not succeed! Tonight, he will definitely be in your bed!"
"What?! No no no, wait a minute!"
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"Well, then," Corellon said, "I will teach you how to craft the Moon Blade. However, the process is extremely complex. Every time a Moon Elf priest wishes to craft a Moon Blade, they simply submit a request to me... and I oversee the entire process.
"Now, since I have personally promised to teach you how to make the Moon Blade, what I will teach you is naturally not this superficial ritual, but the true mystery behind it. This is not something that can be learned overnight.
"Misriel, Emya. When you have some free time, come to Avandor. I will personally teach you the secrets of the Moon Blade. From now on, let's not talk about business." After finalizing the last matter, Corellon completely left the God King mode, his hair completely disheveled. "I'm going to party all night. Goodbye!"
Then, the God King forcibly pulled up his wife who was talking face to face with Freya without any manners, and whispered a few words to Angris who had not yet reacted. The God Queen sighed and got into the mood. The couple danced enthusiastically in the hall with other gods.
"...I can't keep up with the train of thought at all." Emilia held her forehead and sighed.
He simply couldn't accept the free and easy life of Corellon Larethian.
"If you can't accept it, then don't accept it. The world doesn't revolve around you." Misriel sat beside him, looking serious. "It's like you like me, but I don't like you - you should find another target."
"...!" Emiya was so angry that she said in a muffled voice, "I won't give up."
"Ha! Then you just wait patiently!" Misriel was not shaken at all.
At this moment, she looked towards Tyche - the goddess of fate was waving at her, obviously having something to say in secret.
Forty-eight and fifty thousand horses
“Chuck, chuck————”
Along with the loud cry of Fayala, the dried flesh and blood on the earth melted in the morning light, and the dead who died in Asgard crawled up from the place where they died as if they had just woken up.
Then, countless dead people on the Rainbow Bridge were trampled to death again almost as soon as they were resurrected.
Fortunately, the Valkyries of Asgard were obviously very familiar with this, and the Heroic Spirits and Wild Hunt had encountered this scene many times, so that except for a few unlucky ones, most of the resurrected people successfully left the noisy hell.
According to convention, both sides are allowed to rest for a few days after the upgrade battle.
However, now, more than 100,000 people on both sides asked the Valkyrie who came to guide them the same question: "Lord Emya, is the guy who provided equipment to the Heroic Spirits still in Asgard?"
Of course he is still here, he can't leave even if he wants to.
Emilia rarely attended social events in her past and present lives, and he was quite confident about this before.
——It’s not his turn to participate in a drinking contest.
Mars, a two-meter-tall paladin with the strength to hold his own against a bull, is on the team! Whenever there's a drinking contest, Mars is the one to go.
As a result, no one expected that the only time Mars, the paladin who had been with the team throughout the whole process, left was just when he happened to catch the most grand cocktail party.
The worse news was that most of the attendees at the party were alcoholics. Although Corellon and Angrith were not heavy drinkers, they were also experienced drinkers.
And now, those mortals surrounded by the gods are in big trouble.
If a true God or even a God King himself toasts you, would you refuse to drink?
It must be drinking.
The bad news is that, thanks to Silverfire, their alcohol tolerance is truly terrifying. Theoretically, they shouldn't get drunk at all—
If no one knows that you can't get drunk, this ability will make you invincible and give you the upper hand in the bar.
The bad news is, now a bunch of gods have figured out you can't get drunk.
"belch--!"
Emilia swore that he would never do such a disrespectful thing in front of others before. However, the silver fire could only help him quickly decompose the alcohol, not the gas.
He was already burping, but in front of him, the figures of the gods were still like mountains, and the wall of people showed no signs of thinning at all.
Now, all he had left was regret... He should have gotten under the table after finishing a bottle of mead instead of getting Tyr drunk.
The god didn't deliberately use his divine power to sober up, he just used his divine body to resist, and was drunk... From a fair point of view, he shouldn't use the power of silver fire to protect himself.
In mythology, Thor could lower the sea level, but that was when he was fully engaged in a drinking contest. This drinking contest was merely part of a celebration, so Thor hadn't used his divine power at all—and as a result, Thor and Tyr, two of the most powerful gods of war, fell silently before Aimia.
So, things got out of control, and now Emilia regrets it very much.
But he was so unfamiliar with the power of Silver Fire that he had no idea how to suppress it!
So, he became a drunkard who cheated in public in a sense, and completely aroused the competitive spirit of the gods.
——Even if you cheat when drinking, they can't lose to a mortal!
As a result, this banquet has quickly transformed into a drinking contest - the gods all want to see how long Emilia's divine power can last.
In a sense, it’s like older relatives are laughing at the jokes of their younger generations.
At this time, unless someone comes out to mediate, the matter will not end until the younger generation makes a fool of themselves.
Unfortunately, three goddesses who were supposedly their elders mysteriously disappeared.
Now, if he doesn't drink, the three female teammates will be forced to drink.
He could only stand in front of them—at least to keep the male gods away!
"boom!"
Aimya tipped the large flagon down, indicating that the mead had been drained. A moment later, Frey, who stood in front of him, also drank the flagon in front of him.
However, just as Frey staggered to his feet, he fell backwards.
"Frey is down too! Frey is down too!!!"
Amidst the laughter, Frey was supported by the other gods behind him and taken to the side. Beside Frey, several famous gods had already started snoring loudly.
Emiya's mind was already a little dazed. He shook his head and realized how outrageous his record was.
Tyr, Thor, Frey, Hodr, and other gods he was not very familiar with.
Finally, the ultimate weapon in Asgard sat in front of Emya.
"...I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I see double when I see people now." Emiya guessed that the gods of Asgard had already started secretly replacing the wine. The wine that entered their mouths was obviously getting stronger and stronger, so much so that the silver fire began to gradually overload.
He couldn't see the person's face clearly now, so he could only ask with a thick tongue: "You...you are...?"
He only knew that the person who came was shining brightly, making the already bright golden palace shine as if it was above the sun.
"Badr, Hodr's younger brother." The visitor smiled brightly. "You got my brother drunk. I can't just sit there and watch!"
"...I know you." Emilia's chaotic mind slowly started to work, "You are the one who has immortality..."
"More precisely, the Mother Goddess wishes that nothing in the world harm me," Balder replied. "That's different from being immortal. But that's all minor. Now, let me drink with you."
"...Nothing will harm you...?" Emilia asked almost reflexively, "What about the wine...?"
Balder's smile widened. "Of course not."
Isn't this the kind of guy who truly could never get drunk?! ——Unfortunately, Emilia's brain wasn't strong enough to help him come to this conclusion.
After a few hours of Fayala's cries, Emilia gave up resistance, surrendered her brain to alcohol, and collapsed on the table.
No matter what, he couldn't possibly drink more than Balder! He also had things to do. Could he really compete with Balder for years, or even centuries?!
A dozen hours is long enough! Emilia is not a heavy drinker and really doesn't want to spend so much time drinking.
At this moment, two pairs of hands lifted Emilia up, and the two women mumbled to the gods, "... Your Highness Balder, we admit defeat. We... hiccup! We must return to Valhalla to rest."
"Hahahaha, of course, of course. If he's still interested after he wakes up, Heimdall will definitely be interested in continuing with him!"
At this time, the hustle and bustle in the Golden Palace finally faded away. After a long while, he heard a few people whispering: "Xige, can we teleport directly back to Valhalla?"
"Hic... I don't dare. Spatial magic requires too much accuracy... If Frigga and Freya hadn't made me drink so much, I would have dared to try... But now... Hic! I don't dare! Elastrid, what about you? Have you also accepted the Silver Fire?"
"I was forced to drink by the three goddesses of fate... I really suspect they added something strange to the wine. I feel so dizzy."
Finally, the druid said shakily, "Then I'll use magic. The forest should be more tolerant of me... Follow me."
The power of the silver fire was strong. After only a short while, the surging drunkenness and dizziness slowly dissipated from Emilia's body, and reason began to return to his brain.
"...Elastrid?" He opened his eyes with difficulty, and what came into view was Elastrid's voluptuous curves - he was obviously being carried on Elastrid's back with difficulty.
Not far away are the towering walls of Valhalla.
"Emiya, are you awake?"
"...Well, after a short rest, I feel much better." Emiya's speech became more and more fluent. "Finally, we got away. If we keep drinking like this, we'll really empty the entire Asgard wine cellar. Let's go back quickly. I wonder where the three goddesses have gone."
Just as Emiya landed on the ground with difficulty and regained her balance, an excited shout echoed from the city wall. A chill brushed against her body, making Emiya shudder: "He's here!!!!!"
The voice contained five parts excitement, three parts anticipation, and two parts revenge.
Emiya and his group were stunned for a moment.
At that moment, a vast sea of wild hunts rushed out of Valhalla and surrounded Emilia and her group. Each wild hunt had a full wine jug in their hands and on their saddle.
They took off their helmets, their faces filled with murderous smiles: "Are you the Emya who killed the entire Wild Hunt?!"
Emiya took a deep breath and sobered up.
This is Asgard, and the Wild Hunt wouldn't dare do anything out of the ordinary. He walked up to his female companion and asked, "It's me. What can I do for you?"
"Nothing." The Wild Hunt gritted his teeth, as if the pain of yesterday's untimely death had not yet subsided - or perhaps it really had not. "There are fifty thousand of us, looking for a drink with you! We will leave after we get drunk and will not entangle you!"
"With pleasure!" Emilia gritted her teeth.
Just 50,000 people!
At this moment, the Wild Hunt horses suddenly neighed loudly and raised their front hooves high.
The Wild Hunt were silent for a moment, then amended their words: "We are fifty thousand strong, and we want to have a drink with you! We will leave once we are drunk, and we will not pester you!"
"........."
Forty-nine Do not leave the room
Fifty thousand men and fifty thousand horses fell.
Then, Emiya finally collapsed.
Even the voters' bodies cannot be tortured like this!
The bad news is that behind the 50,000 Wild Hunt are one million Heroic Spirits and Valkyries who are equally eager to try.
After this outrageous round-robin battle, the three ladies took the lead and blocked it for Emilia.
Then, except for a very few gods, everyone in Asgard was completely paralyzed - from the residents to the servants, everyone was completely drunk on the ground.
At dawn the next day, Fayala's divine power would probably have to be used to sober him up.
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