Equipment Printing School Mage

As long as the God King wanted to, he naturally couldn't get drunk. So, if Corellon got drunk, it meant that he was already drunk before drinking.

However, just a few days ago, the God King had lost his temper and driven out all the gods of Avandor, even Phileresel. Under the God King's rage, all the gods unanimously dispatched their true forms, so that the Kingdom of Avandor had been quite deserted for the past few days.

Corellon thought he could get drunk more thoroughly this time, but he didn't expect that the master and servant pair he least wanted to see at the moment had successfully reached the door of the wine cellar.

"Mystrel, Metatron...what are you doing here?"

Corellon, who was usually gentle and polite, spoke in a rare rude tone while reeking of alcohol.

Metatron said awkwardly, "...My Lord...I have something to tell you in private?"

"I have nothing to say to our dear goddess of the magic network." Corellon sighed, thought for a moment, and put the bottle of wine on the ground again. "Anyway, if you want my high magic again, then you can take Mythreon Serret away. I can't give you any other high magic."

"Maybe I've already taken it away." Mysriel said with a smile, "Outside, Emya is chatting animatedly with Mysrien Serret. I have already allowed Emya to share part of the Silver Fire with Mysrien Serret."

"Do voters still have the right to redistribute Silver Fire privately?"

Rather, the most outrageous thing here is that one god so casually gave his divine power to another god. If this got out, it would be a strange story.

Mithriel shrugged. "I post based on my own preferences, so I don't have any rules."

"...My Lord, it's better to set the rules as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be impossible to control the voters in the future." Metatron couldn't help but whispered.

"It's so troublesome. I don't want to order it." Misriel shook his head and said, "If you must say it, just don't give the Silver Fire away without permission and don't use the Silver Fire for necromancy. I don't care about anything else."

"You just said that Emya divided the Silver Fire." Corellon said unhappily.

"There were no rules back then."

"I don't care about this kind of thing—" Corellon waved his hand at her, "Anyway, the grudge between us has been settled. Go out and don't disturb me while I'm drinking, otherwise Angris will misunderstand."

"Ah..." Misriel said with disgust, "I'm not interested in your body, don't think too much."

"You won't find it even if you try!" Corellon retorted.

Metatron, who was standing by, looked at his nose and pretended not to hear.

Although from the current perspective, no one would believe it even if it were spread.

However, Mystril certainly didn't really come to quarrel with Corellon.

This was a private meeting where they came to confirm the true end point of their journey.

"Mystril, when we made the bet, I never thought it would end up like this," Corellon said in self-deprecation. "Now, I've agreed to teach Emya how to make the Moon Blade. Can you tell me—who is he?"

"He is not a man of this era."

"I know!" Corellon was furious.

The humans of this era were almost primitive tribes. Even if there were wizards, they were mostly students of the elves, and their attitude towards the Seldarine would not be the same as it is now.

"What I'm asking is, what consequences will your busyness bring?!"

Mithriel was silent for a moment, then pulled Metatron's sleeve: "-Meta, translate for me, I don't understand what he's saying."

Her Seraphic Servant and External Social Core sighed and replied, "His Majesty Corellon is worried about the future. He is willing to abide by the bet, but he does not want to see any results that he absolutely does not want to see."

"Please be more specific! I don't understand!"

Metatron had no choice but to speak his mind completely. "The Vashan family, one of the most powerful families in the history of the elves, has reached the pinnacle of mortals and mastered all the technologies passed down by His Majesty. However, this family has indulged in bringing destruction and fear. Now, His Majesty Corellon is about to pass on the Moon Blade as well. He is worried that Emya will repeat the mistakes of the elves. His Majesty does not mind passing on the technology, but does not want to bear the consequences that may come with it."

"So that's what you mean!" Misriel suddenly realized, and then said righteously: "I will keep an eye on him."

"You better really do!"

"I really can," said the goddess of the magic network. "You don't really pay much attention to mortals, but I am always paying attention to the magic network. If Emilia wants to do something out of the ordinary, she won't be able to hide it from me."

"I hope so," Corellon murmured. "You promised that after Emya learns how to make the Moon Blade, you will send a sample to each elven subrace. It would be best if you could pass on the new method."

That way, the quarrelsome Seldarine couldn't settle their scores later. They even had to owe Emya a favor.

"I don't know what you're worried about." Mystril shrugged. "I've carefully observed the power of the Moon Blade. Its advantage lies solely in its variety and complexity. Most of the enchantments are nothing special, even worse than the Holy Avenger that Emya gave to Tyr."

In the mortal world, the flaw of most magical weapons is that their power is capped. They often only possess a few abilities—and these abilities may even limit the sharpness of the weapon itself.

In short, the runes on particularly powerful Moon Blades allow them to possess abilities that would otherwise require multiple magical items.

"I know that!" Corellon finally stood up. "Even if I deliberately set up obstacles for him, Emya would have already learned those runes! Now, only the last Moon Shadow Rune is left.

"It has two functions: one is to reproduce the user himself like a simulacrum, and the other is to reproduce a former owner."

Mistril remained unconvinced. "So what? The Gold Elves' Erivanda Empire is already crushing the Moon Elves. This kind of power is still too weak compared to higher-level magic."

"Even sticky grease can turn into a raging fire that ignites the sky when it encounters a few sparks. I went to the Wilderness not long ago to observe the traces left by Emiya. He seems to have the ability to use a power similar to psychic energy to reproduce weapons on a large scale." Corellon finally said what he was really worried about.

"If he fully understands the Moon Shadow Rune, then one day in the future, he could single-handedly create a vast army. He could recreate as many men as his connections allow, and as many as he gives weapons to. Unlike ordinary armies, every member of this Moon Shadow Army is a hero and a formidable individual worthy of his association. The devastation he alone could wreak surpasses that of an entire corps of high mages. Can you be held responsible for his actions?"

"I can."

"How shameless!" Corellon snorted, waved his hand at her, and began to drive her away. "Well, we agreed to compromise. You won't ask me for higher magic and the Moon Blade anymore, and Emya will try to transmit the Moon Blade away. In exchange, you can take whatever spell materials you want. Dragon organs are meaningless to us. During the first Dragon Rage thousands of years ago, those idiots sacrificed hundreds of thousands of dragons. I don't even know what use I have for those dragon corpses!"

Misriel finally smiled and began to push Metatron out. "Aha, thank you very much! Come on, Meta, we're finally rich!"

"He may not even be your chosen one in the future!" Corellon looked at Mithril's back, and suddenly he was furious. "Look outside! Emya and Tyr have only had a formal exchange for a short while, and they already feel that they have met too late!"

"I don't mind." Mystril sneered. "Mystrion Serret, on the other hand, never seemed happy in Arvandor—his brothers and sisters were too noisy for him. He might get along better with those nerds who are willing to spend their whole lives studying."

Sixty-three Returns

After intensive tutoring from the Lord of the Maze, Emilia finally completed her studies within a month.

Although Corellon claims he does not know the difference between gods and mortals, and therefore is not good at teaching, Mythrien Serret, the mythal god, happens to be one of the gods of Arvandor who is best at this.

A maze is a powerful barrier. The most common functions of this barrier are:

First, cast a spell on a target.

Second, allow a target to cast spells.

Even if this person has never completed any magical studies before, he can still gain the ability to cast spells with the help of the maze - it can be said that Emiya's current troubles happen to be the area that His Excellency the God of Maze is best at.

So after quickly completing the introduction to orthodox elven magic, one of the biggest obstacles in Emiya's learning path also disappeared.

At the same time, Emilia could also say that he had finally completed his official career change from a self-made creation mage.

How to turn an ordinary weapon into a magical weapon, how to give magic items intelligence, how to attach a large number of spells to magic items - all of these have answers.

It was Corellon's material science that really cost Emilia half her life.

Corellon Larethian has never systematically studied materials science. The materials of this God-King of the Seldarine often come from the bombardment of divine power that he uses on a whim.

Maybe this is talent - he actually reaped a lot of rewards!

The fiberglass conversion spell that Emya had used with great pleasure in her previous adventures was one of the series of spells from the Seldarine's ultimate technology: [Gift of Corellon].

This spell was once favored by the Winged Elves. This unique subspecies of elves is born with wings, enabling flight. However, due to this, their skeletons are hollow, making their bodies relatively fragile. To maintain their ability to fly, they are unsuitable for, and dislike, wearing heavy armor.

Fiberglass, which is light, tough and much lighter than steel, is the material that Wing Elves love most.

However, this race has almost become a historical term - they disappeared during the Dragon Wars.

The Dragon Madness Mystique didn't instantly wipe out the sanity of all dragons. The powerful Dragon Nation still managed to organize a final counterattack—however, this counterattack failed, and the Winged Elves were one of the greatest contributors to this battle.

The Dragon Kingdom also successfully buried the entire Winged Elves with it - whether now or in the future, the population of the Winged Elves is so small that there is almost no record of their appearance.

Scholars at Candlekeep have speculated that the fiberglass technology leaked out because the surviving winged elves had a hard time living and were forced to betray their tribe's former secrets.

Emiya could only pray that he, who had stolen a large amount of materials from Corellon, would not end up like the winged elves.

"Your Majesty Corellon, there is only one Moon Shadow Rune left." Emilia looked at the rune on the blade of the sword in her hand, "But for some reason, I am sure that the rune is perfect, but it still cannot be activated."

Now, Emiya guessed that Corellon still kept a few little secrets of the Moon Blade in his heart.

Emiya learned the technology, and now the magic weapon he made has a higher limit than before - but how did the Moon Blade achieve nearly infinite enchantment? Corellon claimed that the relevant technology had been taught, but Emiya still did not find the secret from the mountain of knowledge.

"No, you've succeeded." Corellon Laresian, who was standing behind Aimya, kept shaking his head. "It's just that you created a real Moon Blade, but you can't make it work properly."

This was the graduation thesis of Mr. Emiya, an international student who came to Afanduo. However, his results failed to run successfully during the demonstration.

"...I don't understand." Emiya hesitated. "I remember that Moon Blade has a detailed and complicated master contract. Is it because I failed to meet this condition?"

Although Corellon taught every detail of the master-master contract, he even taught how to modify it!

"No," Corellon said. "The restrictions of the Master Contract do not apply to the maker. I didn't want to see a craftsman capable of creating a Moon Blade die unarmed, so I deliberately left this as a backdoor. This Moon Blade doesn't work for other reasons.

"In short, I repeat once more—your studies have been very successful. I have nothing more to teach you about the Moon Blade."

The Seldarine God-King was silent for a long time, and finally said, "—Our grudges are settled. If you cause any trouble in the future, please don't send anyone to ask for help."

"...Your Majesty, you previously asked me to modify the Moon Blade's form and send it to the various races. Doesn't this count?"

"—Of course!" The God King, whose casual remark nearly buried him, coughed repeatedly, "Apart from this matter, we're even!"

"I can't do it in a short time." Emiya said honestly, "The workload is too much. Besides, I'm not familiar with the elven subspecies other than the high elves."

He was not very efficient in making individual magic items; what he was good at was making the same product the first time.

If we give one to each race, it will take at least several months.

——There is something more crucial.

This is the Fourth Crown War more than 10,000 years ago!

Now that Emilia has given the things away, not only will most of this seemingly huge favor go to Corellon, but it will also be forgotten by people ten thousand years later.

Even the elf family that received the gift might not be able to survive for ten thousand years.

"Even if you want to give it to them now, I won't agree," Corellon said calmly. "The Crown War is raging now, and it's time for those fools to reflect on themselves. If you give your newly crafted Moon Blade variant to the Kingdom of Erivanda at this time, they will only think that they are indeed favored by the gods and become even more aggressive.

"There's no rush. You can go back now.

"Perhaps the longer you stay here, the better for you in the future—but that's none of my business."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

It was Corellon who personally sent Elastrid to the future ten thousand years later, so he naturally knew best where Emya and her group came from.

This was a formal order of expulsion—they had been in Arvandor long enough at this point.

Avandor should have been one of the most bustling and noisy worlds, but due to various coincidences, they successfully forced Corellon to become a lonely old man - in the past few days, the person who accompanied Corellon the most was Emiya herself.

Emiya solemnly stood up and thanked him, but Corellon had already turned and left, leaving him with only his back. "Don't be so long-winded. Use this time to think about the final mystery of the Moon Blade."

Looking at the back of the God King, Emilia had a flash of inspiration.

The Moon Blade is a special magical item - its power can grow, but the form of growth is very special.

Whenever the previous owner dies and the Moon Blade falls into the hands of a new owner, a new rune will light up on the weapon.

This mechanism is actually hard to understand - it can certainly reflect the evolution of the family, but it is too bloody and cruel. It is actually not like the style of the elves.

But looking at the completely ineffective Moon Shadow Rune in her hand, Emilia suddenly had a guess.

"—Your Majesty! Does the true source of the Moon Blade's power come from the owners of each generation themselves?!"

Corellon paused and said, "Dead elves will not live in Arvandor forever. They will lose their memories and past and be reborn in the material plane. When they rest, they will occasionally dream of their long-forgotten past.

"Rather than being swallowed by Arvandor and becoming another stranger, it is better to stay with your children, relatives and friends forever - this trend of thought is not uncommon among moon elves. However, sun elves do not have this custom."

This is the final reason why the Moon Blade was not distributed to other races.

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"Ah, this day has finally arrived," Misriel said contentedly. "I guess the time is almost up—if you don't make any progress, I'll have to kick you out."

At this moment, Emiya and her group have all started packing their luggage.

They should have been powerful figures in Faerun, but now they had to go back to their earliest experience in the underworld and use the most primitive method to pack their belongings.

Because the dimensional bag and dimensional hole could not cross time with them. If they were stupid enough to leave something behind, they would have no chance of getting it back.

"Anyway, don't worry about the spell materials; I've prepared them all." The Magic Web Goddess looked somewhat disappointed. "You can't stay here indefinitely anyway—not to mention that you're actually jumping left and right on the red line of time.

"What's with that expression on your face?"

The condition of Emiya and his group was indeed not right.

When they realized that they really had to return, everyone's face turned as dark as water, as if the other side of time was the execution ground.

Elastrid was silent for a moment, then said, "After I return, I probably won't see the goddess Tyche again, right?"

"Maybe." Misriel, who had clearly glimpsed her best friend's future, said, "I can only say that even she doesn't care about this. There's nothing others can do about it."

Tyche, the goddess of fate, will be ambushed and eventually killed by the god of dawn. From her body will be born the twin goddesses of luck and misfortune.

The funny thing is, the two new goddesses that emerged from her corpse are both stronger than Tyche!