Equipment Printing School Mage
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"Currently, we each have considerable autonomy: we maintain a smooth flow of information, exchange intelligence, discuss our respective objectives, and then execute them completely independently," Emiya said flatly. "We have no intention of asking our allies for command of large forces."
Ilsvel Mirita didn't relax. Instead, he couldn't help but pinch his leather armor and glanced at Silinxi: "...So, what about the specific individual command authority...?"
Emiya replied, "To be precise, if there is a mission we deem particularly important, we will of course ask our allies for assistance and hope they will send... elite troops."
"Then, there won't be many missions like this." Silinxi knocked on the table. "In fact, the purpose of your coming here is to seek support for a certain mission."
However, Xinbu, Kelanwo and Midnight are all their guests and are staying here.
The question now is whether Silinxi will be one of the members who leave with them.
"Perhaps we will reach a cooperation," Sirinsi continued, "but this completely breaks the development path that Myth Drannor has set for itself—we need to know whether our allies are reliable. If we choose to join, what can we gain?"
"There are two plans," Emya replied. "We have a mission coming up that urgently requires high-level combat support to ensure we can cope with any unexpected events. If Myth Drannor is willing to send reinforcements, we are willing to provide Myth Drannor with sufficient material assistance. Treasures from all over the world, magical items from Halruaa, wheat from Elturgard, or even construction assistance are all possible.
"At the same time, if Myth Drannor is ever in danger again, we will return the favor and send enough forces to help Myth Drannor cope with the crisis. If the enemy is too strong, even if we go all out, we can help the people of Myth Drannor evacuate their homeland intact."
At first glance, these conditions seemed insincere and too conventional - at least Silinxi definitely did not lack or need any of them.
Ilsvel Mirita said with a hint of disappointment, "This is too broad. Can you give us whatever we want?"
"All I can say is that we can discuss whatever we have."
The Queen shook her head and pointed out the window of the conference room: "--Even your airship, Your Majesty?"
This is more of an expression of dissatisfaction than a condition.
However, Mysdrano was obviously still too closed and did not understand the usual negotiation style of Emiya and his party.
Emya replied with remarkable briskness, "If this is the only ship you need, it belongs to Myth Drannor now."
“…”Ilsvel Mirita was choked.
This wasn't just any BMW, but an extremely high-end magical item, specially made for the king! Priceless was no exaggeration in this case!
Even though Silinxi's help was also extremely precious, she still found it hard to accept that Emilia didn't even hesitate.
She couldn't help but take a deep breath and decided to ask for a big price.
"We need three airships of the same specifications!"
"Deal." Then, faster than she could have imagined, Emilia slammed the table, stood up, and said, "Ms. Silinsi, I'll probably need your guidance on the next operation."
"Huh?!" Ilswell Mirita was not a fool. Seeing Emiya's reaction, she immediately understood: the price was too low!
And it’s too low!
Her face flushed red as she shouted, "This isn't just any airship. It has to be one specifically for the Halruaan Mage King!"
"Strictly speaking, there's never been a model called the 'Mage King's Exclusive Airship'..." Emiya frowned. "The airship I use is indeed made of solid materials, that's true. But it's actually on par with those of the higher-ranked Halruaan elders. The luxurious and cost-effective configuration you imagine for a king's use doesn't exist."
"Varied--"
But no matter what, the other party had already agreed, and raising the price was obviously the biggest taboo in negotiations. Ilswell Mirita was an upright archer and simply could not do such a thing.
"Is that so?!" Xinbu's eyes lit up at the table and he said, "Then Agorlond needs it too."
"Of course," Emiya said, "the airship will be delivered to your residence before the operation begins."
While chatting and laughing, a few more ships appeared.
Silinxi lowered her eyes slightly and realized something terrible.
The performance of that airship was definitely beyond or even surpassed that of an era. And it seemed that Emiya had the technology to manufacture it in large quantities at low cost.
Then, the significance of this meeting is different.
This meeting may be a gamble, but it is also an extremely precious opportunity.
A chance to ride on the ship of a new era.
Silin glanced at Ilsvel Mirita hopefully, then finally took over the conversation, saying, "So, what if we want the technology to build airships?"
Ilsvel Mirita was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of shock, but the shock turned into admiration: this is the real lion's big mouth.
"Technology? That brings us to Plan B." Emiya's expression grew serious. "Our alliance has essentially been established. Until the war is completely over, the technology of alliance members will only circulate freely within the alliance. After joining this alliance, the craftsmanship of the Church of Gond, the theology and Hell Knight training of Elturgard, and the arcane and creation technology of Halruaa will no longer be for sale and will be conditionally open to alliance members. But what about those outside the alliance?"
Emiya shook her head firmly. "Unfortunately, we can't sell it separately. If Myth Drannor wants it, it must join the Alliance. At the same time, Myth Drannor's technology must be made available to the Alliance as well."
This request made Ilsvel Mirita and Silinxi lean back slightly.
——This step is really too big.
The technology of Myth Drannor, the City of Song, is undoubtedly the foundation of their existence.
The radical ideas within this alliance are unprecedented.
At this moment, Xinbu laughed: "The witches of Agorlond have accumulated some experience... Can we join them?"
Emilia turned her head and replied, "You're most welcome."
Facing Silinxi's shocked gaze, Xinbu curled his lips and glanced at Yin.
Anyone could be unsure of Silver's identity, but she never doubted it.
The magic web that once roared violently in her body became as docile as a stream when facing Yin.
Her control over the Weave is second to none in Faerun. Even Azuth, the first chosen one of Mystra and the god of mages, may not be able to surpass her. Even after taking office at Midnight, she still had to learn how to control the Weave from the old chosen ones.
However, compared to Yin, Xinbu's control over the magic net is like that of a child who is still learning to speak!
She must, and certainly was, Mystril. At the very least, she was definitely the Weave itself.
The knowledge of the Demonic Web Goddess? Anyone who hesitates is unworthy of calling themselves a mage.
Emilia, having anticipated their reaction, said, "Well, it seems unacceptable for now, but that's fine... Can we discuss the details of the first plan now? I must emphasize that withdrawing from the deal after learning the details would be extremely embarrassing for both of us."
This level of confidentiality is reasonable.
Silinxi shook her head. "There's nothing to consider. Xinbu has joined, but you still need to seek help—there are only a handful of opponents of this level in the continent of Faerun. We have a deal—what exactly are you going to do?"
When this answer came out, many people present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The biggest uncertainty was also eliminated at this moment.
Emiya's serious expression softened slightly as she said, "In short, we will have three forces attacking one after another. Their targets are the Warlock's Tomb in Larloch and the current headquarters of the Gods of the Ungods in eastern Cormyr.
"We anticipate that if the Warlock's Tomb progresses smoothly, we might face Larloch directly. And among the Gods and Not Gods will almost certainly be Zariel's entire Legion of Avernus.
"Our combat goal is to inflict a devastating blow on them and ensure they can lure away most of the enemies in the Hazy Realm.
"If the enemy is successfully mobilized, then the third group will set out. Their goal is to wipe out all the enemies in the Hazy Realm."
Silinxi felt that she had seen a lot and would no longer feel palpitations or shock.
However, just hearing the goals of the current plan made me feel a little dizzy.
Ilsvel Milittar, the Sun Elf sharpshooter, was pale, his lips trembling, and he was almost speechless. He muttered, "... Larloch attacked us before, and he didn't even make a move. His liches alone caused us heavy losses. Now, we're actually launching a full-scale attack on him...?"
Silinxi lowered her brows slightly, glanced at Emiya, and said, "Now, I know why you had to come to me. What's the departure time and details? What role do you play in this plan?"
"An absolutely reliable military advisor will be in charge of overall command," Emiya said, "and I will lead the third team to the Hazy Realm—as for the departure time..."
Before Emiya could reply, Xinbu said eagerly, "Why not today? Let's go now?"
"...No, no, no." Emiya wiped the sweat off her forehead. "We plan to give you half a week to get used to each other."
At this moment, Silinxi pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "Then, is the alliance's door still open to us?"
Forty Most Bizarre Plans
"...As expected, the true location of the Apotheosis Ceremony is here."
The silver fire within Elminster's body swirled slightly, isolating the yellow sand that obscured the sky and sun from his body. He had also begun to age and could no longer withstand the ravages of the wind and sand.
While there aren't many deserts on Faerun, the most unique desert for spellcasters and historical researchers is the Eonok Desert, which covers nearly one-tenth of Faerun's area.
This wasteland is almost adjacent to Cormyr. The main purpose of the Gods Not Gods setting up their headquarters in Cormyr is to ensure radiation to this area.
And this desert can be said to be very young.
It was born about two thousand years ago, and what gave rise to it was a man's madness and a woman's indulgence in him.
Two thousand years ago, this was the primary distribution area of Netheril civilization. In Netheril's heyday, countless floating cities rose and fell in the sky, and the earth was little more than a pasture for the great arcanists.
Until Karthus developed the most insane and stupid spell, and the craziest god allowed the release of this spell.
That was the first time in recorded history that the Weave had gone berserk. It's said that the outburst lasted only a few minutes, or even seconds, before numerous floating cities crashed onto the earth. Unrestrained by the Weave, the raging magic exploded across the land, ultimately transforming the once vibrant land into the Eonok Desert of today.
It was here that the second goddess of magic, Mystra, accepted the fragments of Mystrel, urgently revived the magic network, and began her journey to become a god.
If the Omniscient One wants to seize, or rather regain, her divine position, the most likely locations for the ceremony are nothing more than two: the place where she ascended to godhood, and the place where she died.
"Yes, the location is not difficult to guess." The All-Knowing Man stood alone in the desert and sighed. "What I can't understand is why Mystril hasn't taken any action yet? What is she doing now?"
Elminster coughed, glanced at the All-Knowing One, and said, "I hope you're not asking me—I've barely met her."
There are very few people on the continent of Faerun who have survived from the time of the Nether to the present day, and among them there is only one person who has even had any contact with Mystrel.
"Larlok's opinion is completely worthless," the All-Knowing One mercilessly ruled against the ancient archmage. "He's too arrogant and conceited. He may know Mystril, but in his heart, Mystril is nothing more than a beautiful vase and idol, a trophy he can show off... Otherwise, he would have no reason to become a lich while Mystril is still alive."
The All-Knowing One stretched out his right hand and caught the dust in the air. "I don't believe that Lunia's Emya and Mystril will sit still and wait for death. Based on their past style, they are accustomed to secretly accumulating advantages, and once they strike, it will be a thunderous force. I don't know what he will choose to do, but I know what he might do. So I have made preparations."
Elminster finally said his first words of the day: "Even if you open your heart to me, it will be useless."
The All-Knowing One turned around and replied in his usual calm tone, "Everything depends on the final outcome, and the key to victory or defeat lies in the balance of power. I already knew this."
"Do you think you will win?"
The All-Knowing One remained silent for a moment in the wind, then suddenly uttered a rather irrelevant question: "I've always wondered what the upper limit of Emya is. The greedy hyenas are feasting in the Twilight Realm, and their fate will be the perfect litmus test."
"If they're strong enough, you'll back off?"
"No, they will prove that my position is genuine," All-Knowing One replied, "So, the stronger and more agile they are, the better."
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Barter is generally the most primitive form of exchange. However, if the goods to be exchanged are so expensive and rare that they cannot be purchased with equivalent goods, then barter becomes the only option.
In this world, no matter how noble a wizard's status is, there are some things he still has to do himself.
——For example, copying books.
Even mages like Xinbu and Silinxi could only use their most familiar methods to write at their desks.
Of course, Silinxi doesn't want to share her unique magic.
But if this transaction becomes a three-party exchange, the value of this transaction suddenly becomes astonishing.
Even if Silinxi's strength is still above Xinbu's, it does not mean that the spells created by Xinbu are weaker than Xinbu's spells.
That's what it says.
When Xinbu received Silinxi's spellbook, he couldn't help but scream, "I knew there were more advanced versions! The nine-ring spell that Elminster gave me was indeed a castrated version! I knew that spell of that level was unworthy of Silinxi's reputation!"
On the contrary, Yin showed a complicated expression when he saw the spell transfer of Silinxi.
He quietly sat next to Miss Yin. What happened?
"...An extremely powerful ten-ring spell." Yin fell into his arms with a look of pain on his face. In his arms, he grabbed his robe and shook it. "The concept is bold, the implementation is exquisite, and the power is great...but it's of no use to me at all."
"why?"
"Ha, haha." Yin's perfunctory laughter was filled with despair. "That spell is more like a test for the use of the magic network... If you can learn this spell, your use of the magic network will reach the pinnacle of mortals."
In other words, Spell Redirect is a bionic spell, and the spell being imitated is Silver himself.
All of its powers are what silver naturally possesses.
Its essence is for the mage to imitate the power of the Demonic Web Avatar - and this spell seems to have successfully done so.
And Emiya glanced at the spell book in front of her and felt a little depressed.
He is not yet qualified to learn this spell.
On the other hand, the relationship between Silinxi and Xinbu is a little more subtle than they initially expected.
In short, of these two, Silinxi and Elminster are both teachers and friends.
——The friend here refers to the girlfriend.
Elminster is the adoptive father of Xinbu's sisters and Xinbu's current lover.
All Emiya could say was that the interpersonal relationships among the older generation of Mistral voters were too fractured.
Now, he seriously suspected that Silinxi and Xinbu might have always disliked each other, but in Mys Drannor, they were both the most honorable figures in the country, so they had to pay attention to their image.
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