Equipment Printing School Mage
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...In a sense, this is also an important reason why she is considered a warlock.
Looking at Xinbu, who was now wearing his usual robe and looking very energetic, Emiya breathed a sigh of relief.
Xinbu's return was a powerful determinant on the battlefield. It's no exaggeration to say that within the Gods and Non-Gods, there were only a handful of people worthy enough to stand against her. She was truly one of the pillars of goodness.
Only after she recovered did Emiya dare to go to the Twilight Realm. Even if something went wrong, Xinbu would be there to support her.
Thinking of this, Emilia saluted her solemnly and said, "Your Majesty Xinbu, it has been several months since we last saw Candlekeep. Now that you are back to health, this is good news that will shock Faerun."
"Even so, the shock I brought to Faerun is far less than that you brought to Faerun." Xinbu is usually known for her arrogance and self-conceit, but the members of this ship are so heavyweight that even the identities of the Son of Bhaal and the Moon Blade are the most common among them. At this moment, facing the extremely young junior, she actually said a few polite words to everyone present.
Immediately, she bowed earnestly to Yin and said, "...Goddess Mystril, I will never forget your life-saving grace."
However, at this moment, Yin rarely defended the lie that deceived himself and no one else, but his eyes shone brightly.
When Xinbu saw this scene, he couldn't help but shudder.
Sure enough, this goddess who was famous for her suicide still asked that question: "-How do you plan to repay me?"
Xinbu's high spirits disappeared in an instant, and his smile became extremely stiff.
The expression on Filleracell's face can be summed up in one sentence:
It's back, it's all back.
The goddess who robs during the day and steals at night is back again!!!
No money, no sex, just knowledge and magic!
Emiya also tilted her head slightly, pretending not to hear: "Eight Metatrons can't pull Yin back from this state. Not to mention that Xinbu really owed Yin a huge favor."
Xinbu had obviously anticipated this, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.
If someone else had asked this question, Xinbu would have been furious and would have blasted out countless fireballs, ice cones, dissociation spells, and petrification spells.
And now, Xinbu could only say: "...I worked so hard to create those spells."
"That's why I asked for your permission," Yin replied. "You didn't think I hadn't learned your magic yet, did you?"
Xinbu's face flushed: "-I will do my best in the upcoming war."
"Thyre, the sworn enemy of your nation, Agorrond, has been thrown to Abel by Halrua and I." When it came to magic, Yin finally used his emotional intelligence, speaking eloquently without needing guidance. "Your participation in the war is a repayment for this favor."
"—Do I have to give it to you?!"
"Haha, it's okay if you don't agree." Yin smiled extremely brightly, but this smile made the great queen feel a little cold in her heart.
Finally, Xinbu's mouth twitched, his face flushed crimson, and finally, his entire figure deflated. As if accepting his fate, he said, "...Then, I request a complete spell-free exchange with Halrua... Is that okay?"
"I didn't ask you to give it unilaterally, did I?"
"...Ah." Xinbu didn't seem genuinely interested in Halruaan magic, but rather wanted to find a way to justify her loss. She practically turned her head back and, with unbearable pain, pulled out her spellbook. "...It's all here. At the beginning."
"Don't be impatient." Yin hadn't finished speaking yet, "What is that Silinxi's best spell?"
Xinbu was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head and spoke at the fastest speed in his life, "Of course, that's Silinxi's spell reversal! It can affect an entire area. It's one of her most signature spells, and it's a secret that only she and her ex-boyfriend know about it now!"
Thirty-seven point five hazy realm
Myth Drannor has indeed fallen.
When Emilia saw that Misdrano was more like a museum's berth than an airport, she couldn't help but sigh.
The modern people of Myth Drannor have tried hard to recover, but Myth Drannor was once the first city in Faerun, and the people of Myth Drannor today might as well be the descendants of the adventurers who defeated the demons back then. The difference in their heritage is so great that it is beyond the scope of what can be summarized in words.
It is said that after the fall of Myth Drannor, the modern people of Myth Drannor gathered a force from the Isle of Evermeet in the far west and traveled thousands of miles to Cormanthor, finally completing this great task and continuing the legend of Myth Drannor.
But what survived was only the legend, not the glory. The craftsmen responsible for renovating the airport were clearly not skilled airship builders, so the airship stumbled when it attempted to land—the airport had too many design issues, and the human-machine efficiency was extremely poor.
"--Or perhaps the elves just like this style!"
Mr. Mars, the airship's first mate, was sweating profusely as he drove, complaining loudly, "Simple, straightforward architecture doesn't reflect their heritage, so they prefer to use all sorts of long, boring regulations as their guiding principles. Those regulations are so long-standing that you can't stand them without spending decades familiarizing yourself with them! The point isn't whether the regulations are useful, but whether you're considered one of them!"
Amidst Mars' complaints, the airship finally successfully docked.
However, as soon as Emilia and her group jumped off the bow, they were surprised to recognize the two most special greeters.
Mortals and even the servants of Seraphim could not help but hold their breath when they saw the faces of these two people.
However, Emiya could hardly recognize them.
The difference in temperament is too great.
After a long while, he finally said with courage: "...Miss Midnight, Mr. Kelanwo. It's been a few months since we last met. You two are so elegant..."
Unfortunately, the phrase "as elegant as ever" is quite inappropriate at this time.
At Candlekeep, Kelemvor's demeanor was quite gloomy, even tinged with the deathly aura of death. It was as if he had lost all desire to live. Midnight, on the other hand, was also worried, forcing a smile the entire time.
What about now? Kelemvor had shed his austere robes and now wore the sturdy elven chainmail, transforming once again into a skilled human warrior. His demeanor was also completely different: Kelemvor seemed like a paladin, his eyes filled with determination.
Emiya vaguely remembered that before becoming the God of Death, Kelemvor was a warrior said to be as noble as a paladin. However, in the end, all his edges were smoothed out by his position as the God of Death.
As a result, just a few months after leaving office, the lost luster in his eyes had returned.
"It should be back to normal," Kelemvor breathed a sigh of relief. "I just felt like my time in the Twilight Realm was a nightmare."
Midnight, technically speaking, was the goddess Mars had sworn an oath to, so he dared not neglect her. The paladin quickly stepped forward and bowed. "Madam! I thought you and Mr. Kelemvor had already..."
"Retire?" Midnight didn't seem to care at all about the sense of loss that came with his new status, or maybe he had already recovered in the past few months.
She shook her head and said with a smile, "Mars, at the beginning, we really wanted to hide our identities and live like ordinary adventurers."
"Honestly, it was a pretty good life at first. However, we soon discovered several attempts by demons to seduce souls, and we were almost put on the demons' wanted list. Just as we started to move around, His Majesty Corellon's Rashril El found us and asked if we could protect Miss Simb for a while in Myth Drannor—"
"We naturally agreed," Kelemvor said. "However, during our time wandering around Cormanthor and the Vale, we finally realized one thing: we were never meant to be ordinary people."
"Retirement is just a chance to finally be free. What we want to do is to be chivalrous and righteous like we did in the beginning—that's it." Midnight smiled. "Although taking care of Xinbu feels a bit like... taking care of a child."
"Miss Midnight." Xinbu's face was dark.
Originally, the relationship between Xinbu and Midnight was just that of a superior and a subordinate, but now they can only be described as casual friends.
...If you count the relationship of helping to look after Xinbu at midnight, they are probably half mother and daughter?
"Sorry, sorry." Midnight smiled and waved his hand, returning to the previous topic with a more serious expression. "Let me confirm again - are you really going to the Twilight Realm? I must warn you, it is much easier for gods to exert their power in the Outer Planes than in the Material Plane. If you really engage the enemy in the Twilight Realm, you'd better be mentally prepared to encounter a divine attack."
"I have to go," Emiya said calmly. "I have several subordinates who helped me in Abel and made considerable contributions after returning to Faerun. If I don't go to the Hazy Realm to rescue them now, they probably won't be able to make it to their celebration and memorial services."
"...Is it purely out of loyalty?" Midnight pondered for a moment, then looked deeply at Kelemvor. "Then you must be mentally prepared for your journey to the Twilight Realm. Come with us. Miss Silence and the Queen of Myth Drannor have been waiting for you for a long time."
"So..." Emiya finally took this opportunity to ask the question he had always wanted to ask, "Mr. Kelanvor, what exactly is the Hazy Realm like?"
"That's a good question," Kelemvor explained as he led Emya and her group down the spiral staircase of the airport. "The God of Death's control over the Twilight Realm is almost absolute. The other gods can only oppose his ideals, but they have no right to truly interfere with his actions. Therefore, the style of the Twilight Realm under the control of each God of Death is completely different. The only common point is the form of existence of the dead in the Twilight Realm.
"While the Hazy Realm is indeed the place where the souls of the dead reside, in my opinion, those souls are not that different from their living selves. Quite the contrary, they have become purer and more transparent than before, no longer swayed by emotions. Therefore, the souls of the Hazy Realm are more like the dying than the dead—though they may have lost their weapons and equipment, their strength and wisdom remain.
"The biggest problem is that the vast majority of the dead refuse to acknowledge their own death. They firmly believe they were trapped here by some mad wizard." Kelemvor waved his hand. "So, as the living, you must never emphasize to them that they are dead—the vast majority of the dead have an almost instinctive resistance to this topic."
"The problem now is that I don't know what the Gods-Not-Gods are doing in the Hazy Realm right now. I can only tell you that the largest and only city in the Hazy Realm, once the City of Strife and now the City of Judgment, has always been the center of the Hazy Realm. My temple and Jaeger's are both in the crystal spire in the center of the city, although it's probably deserted now.
Finally, Kelemvor offered a brief summary: "I suspect that whatever the gods and non-gods are doing, their primary activity will likely be in the City of Judgment. However, the target you're looking for may not be there. The recently deceased soul could be anywhere in the Twilight Realm."
Emiya pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "Did you just say Crystal Spire?"
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, no." Emiya looked embarrassed. "The old-school archmages of Halruaa have a common hobby and a common weakness."
"That hobby is making your own mage tower taller than your neighbors. And the reverse scale is making your own mage tower shorter than your neighbors.
"...I seriously suspect that those deceased Halruaan elders are also drooling over the Crystal Spire right now."
Thirty-nine New Alliances
When Emiya and his party walked out of the airport, they were greeted by the singing of the elves of Myth Drannor, which was like a spring breeze.
The flourishing tapestry of the forest and the rich fragrance guided their way forward. The welcoming team surrounded the Queen of Myth Drannor and Sirinsi, and together they welcomed the guests on the bright streets of Myth Drannor.
Their appearance, especially Silver's, still caused cheers to be heard among the crowd in Myth Drannor.
After all, the charm of the Holy Knight and the Seraph cannot be compared with Silver.
——Especially since Yin is silent now. She truly possesses an otherworldly beauty.
"...It feels like I've arrived in Avandor." Emilia said almost subconsciously.
The style of Myth Drannor was clearly of the same origin as Arvandor, closer to the style of the Sun Elves. It was quite different from the Candlekeep they had visited before. Now that he was in Myth Drannor, he immediately recalled his time living in Arvandor.
His voice wasn't too quiet. As soon as he spoke, the melodious choir's singing subtly slowed down, then the passion intensified. For most elves, this was the highest form of praise. Even the Elf Queen's smile became noticeably more genuine.
And Filleracell nodded in satisfaction: "For a city that has suffered so much, I really can't ask for more."
Emiya had not expected that this one sentence would significantly increase his reputation in Myth Drannor. At this moment, he could not help but observe the main purpose of this meeting.
It was easy to tell Sirinsi apart from Ilsvir Milittar, Queen of Myth Drannor. Sirinsi wore the typical attire of a Faerûnian mage: a minimalist mage robe paired with a staff. Meanwhile, Ilsvir Milittar wore sleek leather armor and slung a composite shortbow.
However, Emilia couldn't help but look at the waists of these two people at the first moment.
A unique long sword is currently hanging around the queen's waist.
Even though the two swords were hidden in their scabbards at the moment, Emilia could faintly feel that they were emitting unusual...magical fluctuations.
He couldn't help but glance at Yin, and sure enough, Yin was also looking at him.
"Do you feel it?" Yin asked.
[I sensed it.] Emiya said, [It seems His Majesty Corellon is really researching how to promote the Moon Blade.]
Naturally, the gazes of both of them could not escape the eyes of Mysdranor.
Ilswell Mirita couldn't help but say in the telepathic connection: [They seem to be paying attention to the Blade of Domination.]
"That's perfectly natural. As the most precious treasure of Myth Drannor, the symbol of the Lord of Myth Drannor, curiosity is natural for both guests and mages." "But I warned you—in front of that person, the information in the telepathic connection is completely transparent to the goddess of magic. This is no secret."
Ilsvir Milittar's face immediately hardened, his thoughts gathered. He walked forward with Sirinsi in a serious tone, "Your Majesty, the Mage King Halruaan, your arrival is a great honor to Myth Drannor. May I ask... what is your name?"
She was naturally asking about Silver.
To outsiders, who she is is a question that is almost full of clues but has no answer.
This time, she answered quite straightforwardly: "Just call me Yin."
After a long exchange of pleasantries and greetings, Filleracell finally spoke: "I don't have much time, so let's keep this meeting simple."
According to the tradition of the elves, such a visit could easily last for nearly a month - Myth Drannor might not matter, but whether it is Filloresel or Emya,
Everyone looked at each other and nodded.
This visit was highly purposeful, quite different from the usual friendly meetings. Myth Drannor was actually not open to outsiders at the moment—Emmia and her group were only able to arrive because of Avandor's personal involvement.
Silinxi stretched out her hand and tapped the sky.
Myth Drannor.
The prefix "Miss" actually has a special meaning in the Elvish language - this prefix comes from the god of puzzles, Mithrein Serret.
All elven cities with this suffix in their names are protected by a mythal, and the Myth Drannor mythal is the culmination of all mythals built since the Crown War.
It bloomed in the air, and the barrier that had been in operation entered its full operational state, completely protecting the entire city and even isolating it from the outside world.
"Please follow me." said Silinxi.
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Halruaa, Emiya and their group now have only one topic to discuss with Myth Drannor: should they cooperate in the future, and how deep will this cooperation go?
And more importantly: where will this collaboration begin?
"First, please allow me to be conservative," Queen Myth Drannor sighed and said, "Our communication with the outside world is not very smooth, but we have already guessed: the core of the Gods and Non-Gods Association is probably the entire Nine Hells?"
"I will not use deception to gain cooperation." Emiya said, "Unfortunately, according to our intelligence, yes."
"Then, Myth Drannor's forces are completely insufficient to launch an attack," Ilsvir Myrita admitted. "During the Weeping War, Myth Drannor still had thousands of wizards and thousands of warriors, but it ultimately collapsed under the demonic onslaught. We, the newcomers, aren't even facing the evil army that destroyed Myth Drannor, but merely a handful of demons entrenched in the ruins of Myth Drannor. Even so, our forest clearing hasn't been smooth sailing..."
Emiya nodded. This answer was what he expected.
In short, the combined power of the people of Myth Drannor is probably less than that of Sirinsi and the Myth Drannor puzzle.
The mobile forces that the gods and non-gods can mobilize include at least the elite legions of the two layers of hell - the current Myth Drannor is not even qualified to eat at the table.
"I must clarify this," Emiya said. "We have no plans for an epic mobilization—no plans to gather our allies from all corners of the world in one place and then march off in a mighty procession, chanting slogans. We never had such plans."
"So, what's your opinion?"
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