Equipment Printing School Mage

Leila Silverhand raised her eyebrows slightly and retorted, "Our agreement was 'discussed' at this peace conference, but it's still quite far from being signed."

"My father once told me that the only thing in this world that is impossible to succeed is something you think you can't do. The only thing that is impossible to accomplish is something you haven't started yet." Gracia smiled faintly and raised her glass to Leila Silverhand. "We are willing to make persistent efforts for this - even if it is destined not to be accomplished overnight."

"Then let's wait and see." Lyra Silverhand replied indifferently.

"I think we'll see the results soon." Gracia looked around. "All members of the Lords' Alliance have arrived."

"Almost," Lyra Silverhand replied, "but I haven't heard yet whether those two cities will send representatives. Other than that, everyone else is definitely here."

At this moment, the roll caller rubbed his eyes as if he had seen something unbelievable. His once confident voice had somehow become weaker.

"The representative of Elturgard, Lord of the Hammer of the Church of Elturgard Tyr, Grand Master of the Knights of Hell, and Paladin Asur has arrived!"

"The leader of the Baldur's Gate Emissaries, the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, the Grand Marshal of the Flaming Fist Mercenaries, and the Holy Knight Apodel Adrian has arrived!"

"as well as……"

The roll caller swallowed hard.

"The deputy leader of the Baldur's Gate Emissary Group, the second-greatest craftsman of the Baldur's Gate Gonde Church...Mage, Emia of Lunya has arrived!"

"Xinbu, deputy leader of the Baldur's Gate envoys and mage advisor to the Baldur's Gate Council of Four, has arrived!"

Eighty-one negotiations, then war

Emea of ​​Lunya, Simbu.

These two names almost instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire venue.

Of course, the ignition here is probably closer to ignition in the physical sense.

The sound of wine glasses breaking on the ground almost instantly became one and the crowd that had gathered like a dance party subconsciously hid towards the edge of the park as if they were running for their lives.

The chaotic footsteps and the suppressed panic breathing inside made Apodale feel sad.

The paladin sighed deeply, "I never had any expectations for the Lords' Alliance. But I also never imagined it would fall to this level."

Xinbu's reputation in Faerun has always been that people fear more than respect him, so it's okay to be panic-stricken.

Lunia's Emiya had no record of harming anyone without cause. In a sense, this young mage could even be said to have a strong sense of justice.

Being afraid of these two people at the same time can only mean that the person inside is very, very guilty.

And Emilia just said: "I am just here to make one last effort."

Give everyone a chance. If anyone still chooses to side with the devil after this meeting, they can no longer be considered friends.

During the previous manhunt, the mages of Halrua did pay attention to the impact.

Specifically, they didn't go to the evil church in the Lord's Alliance. If there were any lucky ones among the defeated generals who happened to work for the Lord's Alliance and didn't die in the Hazy Realm, they would probably still be surviving at this moment.

After today, they will have no such luck.

Emilia has never been one to care about what others think, let alone what half of her enemies think.

Sig had been running herself ragged these past few days, claiming to have achieved considerable success thanks to her eloquence and gifts worth a fortune to the church.

Unfortunately, the final results still had to be inspected today. But judging by her round belly, she'd probably already enjoyed countless meals as a distinguished guest at various churches. She'd probably received a lot of small gifts from various churches.

After all, they were already more than a step behind. Emiya didn't expect to pull off a textbook counterattack at this meeting. However, hearing the panicked clamor in the room, he was still somewhat disappointed.

It was obvious that these people would not support their new alliance.

The newest member of the Alliance, the Witch Nation of Agorlond, their king, stopped in his tracks and looked at the person who had just called the roll: "What did you just call me?"

The Seven Sisters of the North, although theoretically their race is almost human, and although each of them is not young and beautiful, they can be said to be in their prime in appearance.

But Xinbu is a rare exception.

Xinbu's real reputation outside is by no means notorious, and she has never done anything evil.

The accurate description of her should be: domineering.

He is extremely mysterious and elusive, and he never gives in to others even if he is right. He does not mind using the most violent and direct means to achieve his goals.

——For example, now.

Xinbu's face did not look angry, but strands of silver light were already dancing on the edges of her silver hair.

The roll caller was stunned and began to stutter: "...Did I...did I say something wrong?"

"You—!" Xinbu glared, her murderous aura surging like a tsunami. She glanced at the paladin Apodel beside her and said, "You don't have anything to say, do you?"

Apodel certainly didn't believe the roll caller was innocent, but he didn't think his actions warranted a swift execution. However, Apodel was a century-old paladin, well-versed in diplomatic tactics. "I just think we need to follow the clues, and this is in someone else's park."

"...Okay." Xinbu closed his eyes and let out a breath.

The next second, just as the roll caller breathed a sigh of relief and was about to apologize, a silver light flashed in Xinbu's eyes.

Magical power burst out from the mouth of the person who named the name.

The tip of his tongue exploded instantly, and scarlet blood and pieces of flesh spurted out from between his lips and teeth. The roll caller touched his lips tremblingly, picked up the piece of meat that still carried the fishy smell and heat, and almost instinctively screamed.

Then, the silver light in Xinbu's eyes flashed again, and then he ignored him and floated gently into the park.

This scene was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes. Those young people who had never seen Xinbu before shuddered when faced with Xinbu's gaze. They all avoided Xinbu's gaze and looked towards the owner of this place for help.

Elastro, the lord of Silvermoon City, and Leila, the host of the Lords' Alliance, are the sisters of Xinbu.

Facing everyone's gaze, Leila looked embarrassed.

But unfortunately, even the two Seventh Sisters did not dare to confront Xinbu head-on.

They knew Xinbu's temper very well. All Elastro could only sigh and say, "Stop yelling, Snake, and look at your own mouth. Get out of here and don't be an eyesore."

The person who had just been crying almost sobbed and said, "...My mouth?! Madam! My mouth was..."

Then, he realized with astonishment that his tongue had recovered. Realizing that he had saved his life, Snake, the roll-caller, dared not delay any longer and fled the venue in a tumbling manner.

Leila Silverhand no longer had time to greet Emilia.

The Mage King of Halruaa clearly turned Faerûn upside down last year and this year, but overall the new Mage King is a decent man.

And Xinbu has never known what decency is.

"...Alassia, you just recovered, but the first thing you got back was your temper from a hundred years ago." Elastra's eyelids twitched.

"Nonsense," Xinbu said. "If it were a hundred years ago, it would be his head that would have exploded."

After finishing his undeniably villainous speech, Xinbu looked around the room and sneered, "Now I'm here. I'm Xinbu, King of Agorrond, and advisor to Baldur's Gate. Is there anyone here who wants to get rid of me?"

That day, people finally remembered what a terrible character the Witch King, who had single-handedly overthrown the entire Cyre, had.

"...We're back, all back." Leila Silverhand whispered.

In those days, Xinbu was most famous for two features.

First, her personal strength is almost invincible.

Second, her bad temper is commensurate with her strength.

At present, these two characteristics have probably not changed much.

In this way, no one dared to speak until the entire delegation led by Apodel sat down in the garden.

Apodel was a paladin, a bit too direct, and he wasn't comfortable saying anything offensive. And Emilia wasn't really used to being harsh and yelling.

——Coincidentally, Xinbu almost only knows this most rude way of speaking.

Xinbu didn't give him any face at all. As soon as he sat down, he asked directly, "I just recovered not long ago, and I was surprised to hear that I actually have another mother... What's going on?"

Lyra Silverhand didn't answer, but simply looked at Gracia.

She will not stand for the devil, nor will she speak for them.

At this time, the Princess of the Nine Hells rolled her eyes and said, "This is not a rumor. It's simply the relationship between physiognomy and facial features."

"So, you want to say that you are my sister?" asked Xinbu.

Gracia was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took over the conversation: "If you are willing..."

Before she could finish her words, a black-haired assistant behind her suddenly grabbed the princess's shoulders and pulled her to the side.

At the same moment, silver lightning burst out from Xinbu's body and roared towards Gracia like an arrow.

Gracia is not good at frontal combat, and unfortunately, her tricks of bewitching people are generally ineffective in both physical and magical senses when facing the Chosen People of Mistra.

The black-haired assistant's reaction was incredibly fast, and his strength was unexpectedly great. Gracia was dragged away like a feather. Even though the lightning bolt transformed from silver fire was swift, almost as fast as real lightning, it ultimately failed to hit the Devil Duke.

——It was as if the assistant had foreseen Xinbu’s attack in advance.

Emilia's eyes narrowed slightly: [Sir Apodel, did you see that?]

[I saw it.] The paladin naturally didn't miss this wonderful scene. [It was too fast, incredibly fast. It was as if he realized the attack was coming before Xinbu did. Is this really something a mortal can do?]

No matter what, this move proved one thing: this black-haired assistant was more capable than Gracia in frontal combat.

It seems that this black-haired silent assistant may be the real protagonist today - Emiya secretly kept this in mind.

"Who are you?" Xinbu looked him over formally and asked, "A priest of Xirik?"

He grinned, revealing a sarcastic smile: "A person who doesn't date his mother's ex-husband."

"you……!"

Hinbu is Elminster's lover. Technically, he is Elminster's current lover, and the one with whom he has maintained this relationship the longest.

However, the relationship was not without its problems: for example, Elminster had been the lover of Simbu's biological mother and the adoptive father of her many sisters.

This relationship is really a bit messy, and Xinbu doesn't completely not mind it.

"Alassia." Seeing that the situation was about to deteriorate rapidly, with fighting on the verge of breaking out before the meeting even began, Leila Silverhand finally couldn't stand by and watch. She stood up and said, "Xinbu, that's enough. If you have any grievances to vent, do you have to choose our venue?"

This time, Xinbu finally calmed down, and Gracia also got the opportunity to speak for the first time.

She coughed lightly. "Several days ago, we submitted formal documents to the Lords' Alliance several times and received your feedback. Now, we have the final version of the conditions, which will increase the compensation. Today, we hope that the Lords' Alliance will give a clear opinion: accept our conditions or reject them."

Everyone present had already seen the conditions given by the devil in advance.

In short, every member of the Lords' Alliance would gain untold wealth, knowledge, experience, food, supplies, and even manpower. All the devil demanded was that they stop interfering with each other. The vast majority of the Northerners could rest easy from then on.

To be fair, this offer itself is already incredibly generous. Even the greediest people wouldn't immediately ask for too much.

However, behind such generous conditions, there are several hidden subtexts.

First, officially recognize the existence of gods other than the Gods Association, allowing them to consolidate their already acquired territories in other parts of Faerun, and even continue to expand. The Lords Alliance will turn a blind eye to these things.

Second, he betrayed Baldur's Gate, a core member of the Lords' Alliance, and Elturgard, a marginal member, and watched the demons attack these two members.

Third, the missionary work of the All-Knowing One in Waterdeep will not be considered an act of hostility, and even the All-Knowing One will be recognized as the same person as the second-generation magic goddess Mystra.

Everyone present was already very familiar with these terms. However, when the members of the North read the above text again, they still felt terrified.

It's so generous. It feels like a dream.

At this moment, Halrua's Mage King, Emiya, was the first to stand up. His first words surprised everyone present: "I think this condition is fine."

The other attendees couldn't believe their ears: "You don't have any objections? Then why did you and Xinbu come here with such fanfare?"

But, as expected, this kind of talk always ends with the same word.

"However," Emiya said slowly, "we believe that in order to avoid similar conflicts from happening again, the magic used by gods and non-gods should be regulated."

As if they had foreseen something, Simbu and Apodel lowered their heads and hid their expressions with shadows.

"Specifically, we must stop summoning all lower-dimensional demons, cease using necromancy, and declare the following church beliefs illegal." Emiya stood up and said, "The Church of Cyric, the Church of Shar, the Church of Bane, and the Church of Talona.

"All of the above regulations have already been adopted and agreed upon by the Lords' Alliance. I am not deliberately making things difficult for you. Please understand."

Apodel said seriously, "We originally intended to include the Church of Umberlee and the Church of Talos. However, considering the immense harm the Fury Pantheon poses to the people's livelihood, we have excluded them. This is also our painstaking effort."

At this time, Xinbu asked Apodel in a low but unusually clear voice, "...Speaking of which, who are the members of the Alliance of Gods and Non-Gods?"

Apodel replied gravely, "Demons, undead creatures, the Church of Cyric, Bane's dark pantheon, Talos's rage pantheon. Coincidentally, there's some overlap with the Lords' Alliance's taboos."

As soon as these words were spoken, Princess Jiuyu's face changed color. She immediately stood up and said, "This condition is ridiculous!"

"Whether this condition is announced or not, and what its specific content is, has nothing to do with you," Emiya said word by word. "In terms of strength, you're a defeated general who pissed and pissed before me, only to escape with your life. In terms of relationship, our warriors are still fighting each other hundreds of kilometers away. Devils have never had a legitimate status in Silvermoon City. The only thing you should do now is get out of Silvermoon City. In terms of status, as I recall, devils are servants of the Gods and Non-Gods, right? What qualifications do you have to stand here?"

Apodel calmly stood up and said, "There aren't many creatures a paladin can slay without any trouble. Miss Gracia, I don't recommend you stay in my presence for long."

Xinbu smiled and said, "By the way, go to your mother's grave and nibble some rotten soil. Maybe there's still some of your mother's dried milk in there."

Elastra blinked and looked at Lyra Silverhand: What now?

Lyra Silverhand shook her head. "Then, everyone, take your seats. Let's vote. Please raise your hands if you agree with Emya adding the previous clause to the conditions."