Equipment Printing School Mage

Replacing one's body form is not difficult in this world; even Emiya herself can do it after preparation.

But he had hardly noticed any flaws in the actions of these imposters before, which was a bit unusual.

The druids in front of him naturally did not understand what he was thinking at the moment.

This druid team consists of four people. The druid walking in the front has gray hair and beard and is much older than the young people around him. He is obviously the leader of the team.

However, from the moment these druids entered the inn, they kept their eyes on the inn staff coming in and out. The Friendly Arm staff seemed well-informed and did not show any obvious reaction to their arrival.

After confirming that the environment was safe, the old druid coughed lightly.

He whispered seriously to the fake Emilia at the counter, "We don't eat cooked food... Also, I want to ask, have you heard this saying? Falsehoods and hypocrisy are rampant in the world."

The Emilia behind the counter kept her gaze steady and replied calmly, "The Supreme Being is all-knowing... You shouldn't say that in public."

When the red-haired young man gave the expected answer, the three young druids suddenly relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The old druid also relaxed and said, "You are too special. I have to use the most important incision of your gods."

When they heard those two sentences, the employees who were originally busy stopped their actions, left their posts very naturally, and began to walk around the druids one by one and sit in the hall.

When the three young druids saw this situation, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva again, and subconsciously formed a triangle to protect the old druid.

The old druid simply glanced around and snorted coldly, "How unscrupulous! It seems you have become the leader of the Friendly Arm."

The receptionist calmly replied, "That's only natural. If we hadn't succeeded, you would have been stopped at the city gate! When faced with druids, what settlement wouldn't feel threatened?"

The old man retorted, "There are druids who can live normally among human communities."

The receptionist scoffed, her lips curling into an unnatural, exaggerated arc as she retorted bluntly, "But you're precisely the ones most hostile to civilization. Isn't it your Shadow Druids' passion to provide equipment, training, and even healing to goblins, orcs, and barbarians?"

The old man answered without hesitation: "This is just an appearance. We are not hostile to civilization. We just treat so-called civilization and barbarism equally and give them equal care."

As soon as these words were spoken, even the fake shop assistants around couldn't help laughing, and the sound of snickering laughter began to float in every corner of the hotel.

The old druid didn't laugh. He slowly looked around the inn. "--So, you monsters can get our help and have the opportunity to join the Gods and Non-Gods, right?"

"In terms of reputation, you are only worse than the Shadow Druids."

"Even in front of your allies, you don't dare to show your true colors, right?"

As if the throat was strangled, the laughter in the hotel stopped abruptly.

The fake Emiya standing behind the counter obviously had a very high status among this group of strange creatures. In this atmosphere, he was the first to knock on the table, attracting the druid's attention.

He said coldly, "So everything is going well for you?"

The old druid's eyebrows suddenly frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Fake Emiya shrugged, took out a bag from the cabinet behind her, and slammed it heavily on the counter.

"You suddenly lost a scouting team the day before yesterday, and they were wearing the armor specially made for you Shadow Druids."

"This armor is a symbol of large-scale Shadow Druid activity. If this news were to leak out in advance and attract attention, all our efforts would be wasted, right?"

The old druid's pupils shrank: "How did you know this news?"

"Now, there's bad news and good news. The bad news is that your armor might be more eye-catching than you think. The receptionist at the Friendly Arms realized its unusualness the moment he first laid eyes on it." Fake Emiya patted the bag slowly, "Although I don't know...how he discovered it."

"The good news is..." Fake Emiya shrugged, untied the bag, and revealed the dark armor. "—You were very lucky. You killed the two people from the reconnaissance team and stayed at the Friendly Arms just a few hours ago."

Upon hearing this news, the young druids all breathed a sigh of relief. The old druid nodded, "We owe you a favor... Where are they now? Are the monitoring facilities reliable?"

"Of course, they're all cursing the Friendly Arm in the dungeons." Speaking of this, the fake Emiya leaned forward slightly. "But when it comes to supervision... this is also our problem."

"The priests should have come with you. Where are they now? We are short-staffed right now. We can't keep the Arm of Friends running while also watching over so many prisoners."

Speaking of this topic, the old druid's face darkened. "The wind brought news... They've encountered an obstacle. Even if all goes well, they'll have to wait for the sun to tilt a little more before they can arrive... You'll have to work hard for the next few days and nights."

Fake Emiya was silent for a moment, then asked, "Several days? Is that what you call smooth sailing?"

The old druid replied, "After all, they might never come again."

"...Humph." Fake Emilia snorted coldly, "Then what about the spoils? I don't want to wait for those idiots to take the lion's share."

Hearing this, the old druid smiled. "Now is the time to repay the favor. We druids don't care about what's stored in the stone pile."

"Then we've got quite a few advantages." Fake Emilia casually took out several parchment books with hundreds of pages each and a huge crystal sword as tall as a person, and placed them on the table. "For example, I actually have several spell books and a sword that looks unusual."

"I was just a receptionist at Friendly Arms, but I was surprised to find out that she had such a wealthy family. We were all shocked at the time."

Hearing this, the smile on the old druid's face disappeared.

He quickly rushed to the counter, ignoring the giant sword, and quickly flipped through several parchment books.

They are all filled with the usual mage writing used by mages.

The old druid gasped. "...The receptionist at the Friendly Arm is actually a mage? All these spellbooks belong to him?"

For the first time, the fake Emiya's voice hesitated: "...Yeah, what's wrong?"

"...This is a serious problem." The old druid shook his head vigorously. "A young mage in his early twenties has such a rich collection... He must be from a prominent family, or he's been training outside for a long time. In that case, he's probably already a second-ring mage!"

At this point, the old druid slammed the counter hard. "How is your supervision of him? Is it strict enough?"

"...Uh." Fake Emilia let out a breath and answered uncertainly, "We shackled all his limbs... and he just woke up a few minutes ago. Should be okay, right?"

"Just shackles?! No gag? No clamping of his fingers?" The old druid stamped his feet in anger. "Then he must have escaped!"

The old druid's gaze swept across every corner of the inn like a hawk. "—In fact, at this point... he might have followed us directly into the inn and heard our entire conversation..."

"If he's a second-level wizard, he only needs an invisibility spell to do it!"

He became increasingly anxious as he spoke, and finally waved his hand towards the young druids behind him: "—Shapeshifting Bat! We must begin investigating immediately! Perhaps he hasn't left the Arms of Friendship yet. We still have time!"

The real Emiya did listen to the whole thing.

The visual obstruction caused by invisibility is a purely optical effect, so when he faces the bat, his movements will be immediately seen through.

Fortunately, he realized the potential risk the moment he saw the druid and hid in a corner of the inn, so he wouldn't be exposed immediately.

Emiya took a deep breath.

So, he now has two choices.

The druid is about to start hunting him down, so he can give up his plan of revenge and save his own life first.

However, he would lose all his savings and live under the shame of his own. The spellbooks on the counter were all gifts from his mentor. If he were to copy them himself, each book would cost thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins. He would need to work in an inn for several years and live frugally to make up for it.

Secondly, since he didn't want to run away, he had to make things bigger.

If you don't want to be hunted down, then of course you can only eliminate all the pursuers.

He really couldn't do it alone.

However, that extremely powerful warrior seemed to be a very suitable temporary partner.

The plan has been decided.

Emiya slowly stood up.

Invisibility will be lifted by strenuous activity, so as long as he doesn't engage in such strenuous activities, he will be fine.

The druids had already begun to transform, their bodies shrinking. Amidst the surge of magic, they were about to become the kind of mammals that observed the world with ultrasound.

While everyone's attention was diverted by the druid's transformation, Emiya slowly hid behind a stone pillar and threw the small cup on the nearby table out of the nearby window.

When the small cup fell to the ground, it made a dull sound on the dry ground.

The hotel suddenly became quiet.

Guess who I am

Emilia leaned towards the inner side of the stone pillar. The stone pillars on the first floor of the Friendly Arm had to help support the weight of the entire castle, so they were quite wide.

Therefore, he can let the sound of human footsteps and the flapping of bats' wings pass by him.

The noisy clamor was only separated from him by a stone pillar.

"Close the gates! Close the gates! Raise the drawbridge!"

"Hurry, hurry, go check on the other prisoners!"

The bats flew out of the hotel, and the other people ran around in every corner of the hotel like a colony of ants.

Emiya pondered for a moment.

...It is obvious that the target location of these invaders is the location of the various cages.

Since he has no intention of leaving, the most urgent thing now is to find fighting power.

Mages do have advantages when facing large numbers of enemies, but being alone always carries huge risks.

Dungeon, they once mentioned such a word.

If the dungeon is literally located below ground, the most likely location would be the cellars of the Friendly Arms or one of the other towers.

And as far as he knew, the Friendly Arms only had one cellar.

At this moment, the chef of Friendly Arms ran past Emilia, rushed into the kitchen, opened the cellar door in the corner, and walked down quickly.

Seeing this, Emiya took a deep breath.

——It seems that this is the place.

Emiya walked down the cellar quickly, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her attire and appearance, she pushed hard on an eternal torch in the corner of the cellar.

Amid the roar of the mechanism turning, a stone door suddenly opened to one side, revealing a downward passage in front of Emiya.

Inside the passage is a long and narrow corridor, and at the end of the corridor are two closed cells.

A familiar musty smell hit my nose, and even more familiar was the angry cursing coming from the passage.

Emiya breathed a sigh of relief - at least there was no problem with the prison here.

He walked down the moss-covered stairs. In the corridor, on both sides of his body, there were countless torture instruments.

Branding irons, whips, daggers, steel needles, broken finger bones—these once terrifying weapons have all rusted or been damaged by the passage of time. The bloodstains on them have blended with the rust, leaving no trace.

Emilia shook her head, picked up a dagger, and walked quickly to the cage.

This dungeon recently received two new prisoners a few hours ago, and during this time, Emilia had already had a very serious [communication] with them.

The bloodstains on the two prisoners were proof of this.

However, the [communication] time was obviously too short, and it was obviously far from enough to consume the energy of these two people.

For example, the golden-haired, lion-like prisoner roared, "Scum of the Friendly Arm! What new tricks have you devised? Bring them on! I, the Lion of Elturgard, would be ashamed to bear the name of a Knight of Hell if I so much as frown!"

Emiya glanced at him, shook her head, and turned away.

During these few hours of getting along, he has understood something.

After all, Leon was just a greenhorn. The relationship between him and his companions was more like that of a knight and his squire, a mentor and his apprentice.

Of course, at this point, all the armor and weapons had been stripped off the sturdy man, leaving only his underwear on his body.

Hidden under the heavy armor was actually a young man about the same age as Leon.

He has short black hair and a sharp face. Even the most demanding person would admit that he has amazing charm, enough to make all the ladies fall in love with him at first sight.

He was strong and his muscles were as big as rocks, as if he could strangle a brown bear with his strength.

However, the ferocious beast was quietly resting with its eyes closed at the moment, and did not pay any attention to Emilia's intentions.

Emiya ignored Leon's provocation and just carefully observed the locks of the two cages.

In good condition.

Emiya raised her head, pondered for a moment, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.

He looked around. "You've made a mistake. You've obviously suffered a lot during this time, but that has nothing to do with me."

This bizarre statement made Leon stunned for a moment, and even the silent black-haired young man couldn't help but open his eyes.

Emiya slowly pulled out a key from her waist and opened the black-haired young man's cell door. "Have you heard of shapeshifters? They can read other people's minds, transform into anyone, and easily steal someone's identity."

"Not long ago, a group of shapeshifters took up residence in the Friendly Arm and successfully invaded it. The Emiya that tortured you earlier was also transformed by the shapeshifters."

Emiya walked up to the black-haired young man with a smile and patted his shoulder: "But don't worry, my two guests, those shapeshifters have been cleaned up in time."

At this time, the black-haired young man finally spoke: "Unlock the shackles and return my weapons and equipment to me."

"Ah, of course, but it's not free." The smile on Emiya's face became even brighter.

"Mr. Mars, for the safety of Feren, I have to ask one thing before releasing you: Why is Eltoril preparing for war?"