Equipment Printing School Mage

"...Sure enough, the recent sharp decline in the resurrection success rate isn't a coincidence." Before the joy of being possessed by the Lord God could completely fade from Asur's face, his expression immediately became solemn. "When do you plan to leave?"

As expected, church leaders like Asur knew about this, but they had not yet reached a definitive conclusion.

"As soon as possible. Today is best." Emilia glanced at the noisy depths of the forest and replied, "I'm not used to such overly lively scenes."

Now, at last, Miss Higg had work to do.

This Miss Gelong was clearly a true master of slacking off. She hadn't participated in the battle at all, yet she sang loudly with the Hell Knights as if she had lived and died with them. However, her leisurely life was about to end.

It takes a thousand days to raise an army and only a moment to deploy it. Now it's time for her to work hard.

[Shiger, turn around and come here for a moment. I have a very urgent matter to ask of you.]

[…Uh.] The bard's voice suddenly faded.

Based on her impression of her captain, he would never trouble others for anything he could do himself.

The result is that once he opens his mouth, it is usually not an easy job.

[…I have something urgent to do!]

[Well, I have a very urgent task for you now.]

Emiya was truly overwhelmed at this moment, so naturally, there was no way she could escape. After a few brief arguments, Sig was forced to take on an outrageous task.

The people of Elturgard have obviously realized the problem, and Sig will be responsible for public opinion control in both Baldur's Gate and Halruaa.

This extremely bad news cannot cause panic, but it cannot be concealed either... She has to release the news slowly on the one hand, and on the other hand, she has to prevent the devil from making a fuss about this and letting things ferment rapidly.

These two tasks meant she had to travel between more than a dozen settlements, and her opponent was a devil who was adept at intrigue.

This is not a job that a human can do!

Sig reluctantly shuffled over to Emiya's side, looking back every few steps, and complained, "...I have to pay back for slacking off, right?"

Xige felt a headache just thinking about it!

And this is obviously not something that can be done overnight, which means that in the next few months, as long as the devil's plan has not been overturned, she will not have any rest.

"...This should be considered normal work." Sig's eyes slowly turned into dead fish eyes. "I don't care about a fixed salary..."

"You haven't left the team, so naturally the profits will still be split." Emiya said, "Also, you're the Mage King's messenger, so you have full authority to represent me. As long as you don't go on a killing spree in Halrua, I'll definitely stand by you."

"I'm just asking a question." Sig thought for a moment, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "If all these enemies are finally defeated..."

"That's also based on profit sharing," Emiya said. "The Church of Malar is truly impoverished, but gods like Talos, Umberlee, and Auril all have formal churches. Not to mention the Church of Bane, which has always been keen on establishing a political power. The fraudulent Baatezu is even richer."

Confiscating property and destroying a country, what is the income?

Robbery and extortion, can you make money this quickly?

Thinking of this, Sig, who had no motivation just now, almost spit fire from his eyes: "—I will start working now! I will contact Sister Imoen now!"

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Odin, the master of the Golden Palace and the wisest god in Asgard, was feeling very nervous at the moment.

"...Your Majesty Larethian, we've been friends for ten thousand years. I'll naturally do my best to help you." His already slightly aged face was now even more wrinkled. "But I really don't understand... If you lend me the Heroic Spirits, I can kick those idiots out of the Golden Palace that very day. If you lend me the Wild Hunt, even if Thor sheds a few hairs, we can complete the coordination in a few days."

Odin raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion. "But why did you borrow the Valkyries? Let me clarify. While they may have intimate relationships with various members of Asgard, that is entirely personal. I simply don't forbid it—that kind of thing is absolutely not within the scope of a Valkyrie's duties."

"No." Corellon Larethian, the God-King of the Elves, has lost some of the free and easy feeling he had ten thousand years ago.

He said slowly and firmly, "I borrowed the Valkyrie because Avandor lacks experience in actively guiding souls. I'm in urgent need of someone skilled in this area, so I thought of the Golden Palace."

Leading souls to the kingdom of God is of course the Valkyrie's job.

"What happened?" Odin shook his head.

The God of Wisdom never thinks about things one step at a time.

It was unheard of for a god to borrow a soul-guiding messenger from his friend, and Odin was never a generous person. This matter could be discussed, but he had to ask clearly.

"To rob people." Corellon Larethian said very simply, "From the Twilight Realm."

"…What is that place?"

"Toril's realm of the dead, where souls temporarily reside."

"...?" Odin blinked, a little bit unable to believe his ears. He covered his face and was silent for a while before finally looking up and saying, "If you want to declare war on the God of Death in that world, you don't need a Valkyrie, you need Asgard."

"No," Corellon said firmly. "I'm not going to fight. I simply lack assistants skilled at channeling large numbers of souls."

"No god of death will allow you to take souls away! And how many souls do you want to take away before you have to borrow half of the soul-guiding angels in Joseph Garden?"

"It doesn't matter. He can't control me anymore. As for the divine messenger, I will go to see Lady Freya later."

"???"

Twenty-Nine Revisits to Old Friends (Part 3) On Death

Today's Golden Palace is eerily deserted.

This was what Odin intended - all the Valkyries were required to stand by outside the Golden Palace, and no sound from inside the Golden Palace would be heard outside the gate.

Even if there is a guest, as long as he is not another God King, let him wait outside.

Because today's talks are very sensitive in a sense.

As gods expand their power, they inevitably encounter new friends and enemies, and the slightest carelessness can trigger a chain reaction. In Odin's view, Tyr's visit to Toril was sufficient. Now that he had established a firm foothold, there was no need for Asgard to continue pouring its power into Toril.

And now, this god of justice who was supposed to have gone out to act independently arrived at the Golden Palace almost at the same time as Corellon Laresian.

Corellon Larethian is not strictly a god of Toril, but the elves of Toril are the most prosperous of all worlds, and Corellon inevitably bears the mark of Toril.

The simultaneous arrival of these two people made Odin a little confused and very alert.

Odin wasn't the type of hero who would risk his life for a friend just because he had a few drinks. Before he decided to help, he had to understand the situation and carefully calculate the input and output.

Corellon Larethian was clearly in a bad mood. The God of Justice, who sat beside Corellon, was explaining to the ailing Lord of the Seldarine, "Your Majesty, Corellon is saying that Toril's God of Death was stripped of his priesthood some time ago for attempting to resurrect his lover. Now, the God of Death's domain is completely unattended."

"Is Toril's rule so strict?" Odin's eyes flickered slightly. "The God of Death doesn't even have the right to resurrect a lover?"

The God of Justice didn't explain, but silently pointed at his own eyes: "—You don't even have the right to speak."

Odin made no comment on this—if he was challenged in person when he issued an order, Tyr would not have had a good time. But even if he had some ulterior motive, he would not have done it so crudely.

...Perhaps this is the God of Realms. At least Odin would never tolerate such insults. It's baffling that Corellon, a god-king who spans multiple worlds, is forced to send an avatar to the material plane for the same reason.

The Lord of Asgard observed Corellon out of the corner of his eye.

However, now the Elf God King is obviously trapped by the main god named AO - his countless creations live in Toril, and now if something happens, the God King has to take care of it personally.

——If I remember correctly, it seems that it was the same group of people who made Corellon suffer a lot ten thousand years ago.

Damn, there are actually good guys like Corellon in the multiverse.

The meaning of a good person is a good person who is always bullied.

"Well, let me guess anyway." Odin sighed, tapped Gungnir lightly with his knuckles, and said, "Now, your realm of the dead is out of control, and the souls there urgently need to be evacuated, so you come to borrow people from me?"

Corellon nodded gravely. "It's been several months now. Filleresel's original mission of guiding spirits has turned into a punishment—not a single spirit has reached Arvandor. I discovered this after investigating."

"What about you, Tyr?" Odin shook his head. "Perhaps there aren't enough people in His Majesty Corellon's kingdom responsible for this task, and they were caught off guard and helpless. You must have a special reason for returning to the Golden Palace."

Tyr wasn't the type to ask for help casually.

"Actually, the problem is very simple," the God of Justice said bluntly. "The error in our communication stemmed from a misunderstanding caused by a lack of information. It was this misunderstanding that forced both of us to seek help."

"Oh, I'd like to hear more about it," Odin said unhappily. "So far, I don't see any reason why we need to mobilize all the Valkyries, or even go to Freya."

"Because in Toril, the journey of the soul to the Kingdom of God is a very slow process." Tyr said, "How many days does it usually take to get from Midgard to the Garden of Joseph?"

Odin's eyebrows twitched, and he sipped his tea while saying, "Seven days is enough. Even if someone is really unlucky, they only have to wait a month."

"That's the problem," Tyr said. "In Toril, those two numbers can be decades and centuries."

"puff--!"

Odin thought he was very sophisticated, but when he heard such words that destroyed common sense coming out of Tyr's mouth, he couldn't hold it in at all, and a few drops of black tea splashed out from the corners of his mouth.

"...Hundreds of years?!" Odin forced himself to maintain his composure, wiped his mouth, and asked in disbelief, "How could it take so long?"

"I suspect that past gods of death, in order to strengthen their authority, ultimately established these rules with the AO," Tyr said. "All the dead must, and will, journey to the realm of the god of death, the Hazy Realm. Furthermore, they cannot immediately return to their own god's realm; they must be sought out and led by divine messengers. In fact, the Hazy Realm can be described as the world of the dead. Many massive cities have even sprung up there."

"Only the recently departed Death God, Kelemvor, has some respect for the souls there. The previous Death God could even destroy souls wandering the Twilight Realm at will."

"...I see." Odin narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned back slightly. "So, in Toril, the souls of the dead are tortured as if they were toys, but the realm of life and death is strictly regulated. Not even the god of death himself can break the established rules at will?"

Corellon said casually, "No, Kelemvor did something even more outrageous—he attempted to blur the boundaries of resurrection, infusing a virtual body with the god's memories, allowing this body to resurrect in place of the missing true god."

"...A very bold choice." Odin sighed and stopped commenting on the gods of death. At the same time, he also realized the real reason why Corellon and Tyr came to ask for help.

——The short-term workload is too outrageous.

If the messengers of these two gods wanted to urgently evacuate their believers from the ever-changing kingdom of death, it would mean that they would have to complete hundreds or even thousands of years of backlog work in just a few days.

This is simply an impossible task!

“…” Odin had never been to the Realm of Twilight, but just imagining the Sea of ​​Souls that covered the sky and the sun made his scalp tingle.

What’s even worse is that this work seems to have to be done under various harassment and even attacks.

"I disagree," Odin said. "I don't think this plan is feasible. I can't send my Valkyries out for something like this. I can help, but not in this way. You must reconsider your plan."

"...I understand." Hearing this expected answer, Corellon's mood became even more depressed.

Tyr didn't try to persuade him anymore, but just sighed.

The alliance organized by the Gods and Non-Gods is a group of skilled gamblers, and they are now trying their best to promote their momentum.

This was the problem with the Death Nation—the alliance that orchestrated this was extremely powerful. They might not be invincible, but whoever stood up to resist would inevitably bear the brunt of the consequences.

If he does not want the reputation of leading the forces of good, then being the first to stand out will do more harm than good - he will have to face the full-scale counterattack of the entire alliance.

Tyr murmured, "Right now, everyone is waiting and enduring. No one wants to see their believers' souls seized by evil. But if stopping this means sacrificing their own survival, or even the survival of the entire pantheon, everyone will cling to a lucky escape and hope to wait a little longer."

Maybe if we wait a little longer, things will turn around, or maybe a young man who doesn't know when to advance or retreat will stand up at this time, even if he will get beaten to a pulp by the gods and non-gods, so that they don't have to bear the first batch of firepower.

This may be hypocritical, but standing against the Furious Pantheon and the Gods and Non-Gods at this time will really endanger the survival of the gods themselves.

And Corellon was deeply troubled by similar reasons.

The elves have been in seclusion for thousands of years. If the Seldarine pantheon were to suddenly come to an end at this time, would they engage in a bloody fight with the gods and non-gods?

He couldn't make up his mind.

After a long silence, Odin finally shook his head again. "In short, I'm willing to help, but the plan you offer is too reckless and foolish. If there's a more feasible plan, I'm willing to consider it."

"Odin, can you come up with any plan?"

"No, no, no, Corellon," Odin said seriously. "To meddle in a realm you don't understand is extremely deadly and dangerous. Asgard has no experience dealing with demons, nor does it have a history of interacting with Toril. You may think I'm quite skilled in military strategy, and I don't deny it. But my wisdom tells me that if you don't understand your enemy and the circumstances of the battle, you shouldn't go into battle at all."

In short, they needed a sharp sword, or perhaps an opportunity, to create a rift in the alliance between gods and non-gods that would change the course of the war.

At this moment, Brynhildr, Odin's chief Valkyrie, sent him a message: "My Lord, although you said everyone must wait outside, a guest has arrived, and I thought I'd still inform you."

【who? 】

[Emia from Lunya seems to be here for the same reason. So I think there's a possibility that he'll join the talks?]

[…Heh.] Odin's beard twitched, as if laughing. "Tyr, your vanguard has finally arrived… or rather, has it finally been born?"

I took a night off. I seem to have some tenosynovitis.

My tenosynovitis came back today, and my right hand is a little sore. I rested for a day but didn't see much improvement. I had to get up and see if I had recovered. I'm very sorry. If possible, I should update it before midnight tomorrow.

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Revisiting Old Friends at 30 (Part 4)

"...Tsk, you actually participated in the Ascension War?!" Mars rarely showed dissatisfaction. "I don't care about anything else, but I actually missed this kind of battle with no consequences?"

"I must correct you: we were only there to provide support. We didn't fight! You didn't miss the epic battle from the Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla!"

On the way back, Emiya and his party said that they had gained a lot, which was an overstatement. In fact, they made a huge profit.

As a regular team member, Mars missed the entire process.

Looking back now, what he could not accept the most was missing out on that astonishingly large-scale promotion battle.

"Oh, this is bizarre," Mars said with an unusually gloomy tone. "The commander-in-chief has joined the battle, so why can't the military advisor and logistics personnel participate?"