Equipment Printing School Mage

"Name?" Yin had a strange reaction for the first time. "How... offensive! Names are so important. We just met for the first time. What right do you have to give me a name?"

"...Okay." Emiya sighed, "What's your name?"

"I already said I can't remember. Anyway, you don't need to start it!"

Emiya could only sigh again. When he talked to Yin, he always sighed every three sentences.

Anyway, the name was chosen the day before yesterday.

"Are you interested in hearing what happened these days?"

"What?" Yin raised his eyebrows. "What happened to you has nothing to do with me."

"I think it's related," Emilia said. "For example, you told me about what happened yesterday the day before yesterday."

"What are you talking about?" Yin frowned and covered his head. "...Wait, I see. No wonder you act so familiar..."

She adopted a firm tone, "Don't say it. Time is dangerous and treacherous. Any action that challenges time is particularly unwise. If what you said is true, then you have successfully benefited from me, so let's end it here. You and I, let's forget about this matter."

"A thirst for knowledge is a good thing, but time is an absolute forbidden zone. Adjusting the flow of time is already the limit." Yin's voice became more serious than ever. "This is the red line. No creature is allowed to cross it."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

Obviously, she herself is a time mage... but from this perspective, the warning given by such a person is indeed trustworthy.

Emiya sighed, stood up, and looked outside the tree house.

There, the dense and harsh sound of metal clashing was endless, but the sound was so dense that it seemed as if the two swords had never left each other.

Yes, it was the second day. Apodele Adrian, the legendary Son of Bhaal, had naturally arrived long before then. While Finwë was treating him, the Son of Bhaal was also engaging in a relationship with his only student, Mars. Specifically, they were practicing swordplay.

"So, Miss Yin, what are your plans for the future? Do you want to reclaim your identity? You seem to value your name very much."

"I'm not interested." Yin answered without hesitation. "I don't want others to give me a name because the name itself has a special function. It has nothing to do with whether I'm interested in it or not. As for the future... I don't have any plans. Let's not talk about forming a team."

This is outrageous. She was quite enthusiastic about forming a team the day after tomorrow, but now she was rejected by her first-day self.

Emiya looked around.

Even if we put everything aside, Yin's current confusion and loneliness make people feel a little...unbearable.

He recalled Yin's situation over the past two days.

Two days ago, she was actually quite girlish, which showed that she had her own purpose at that time.

This showed that this purpose wasn't difficult to find. He could even point it out to her right now.

Coincidentally, Emilia is now planning to find her teacher and find out what he is doing.

Clearly, silver is the Confessor's true secret. Perhaps the Confessor itself is really just a sword.

Emiya hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the wizard's hut she had created. "...The hut you sleep in, according to my teacher, was only created in the last hundred years or so. Perhaps you don't recognize it."

This topic is obviously extremely absurd, and no matter who you tell it to, it will only be met with doubts and ridicule.

However, silver is the only exception.

Yin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He scurried back to his temporary residence, uttering a voice that bordered on obsession: "Ahhh, how could I have become so insensitive! This little house... is so sturdy that ordinary means are powerless. Customizable colors, isolation from the inside and outside, a stable environment, and the technique is neat and easy to replicate! Among so many perfect works of art!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Yin turned around and grabbed Emiya's sleeve. The dejection and confusion in her eyes disappeared without a trace. Fire burned in her eyes, and she was about to burn the entire forest to ashes. "How many of these spells do you have? Show me! Now! Right now!"

"No, no, no, I don't even know what spells you haven't seen!"

"Ah, that's true." Yin released his hand in annoyance. "Damn it! Although it's indeed exciting to know that countless new magics were born during sleep, what if I actually saw it and just forgot? Wouldn't that make me a fool for deceiving myself?"

"If that's enough, then I can just brainwash myself every day! Damn it! This is so annoying! What should I do?"

This is a problem that only belongs to true magic fanatics - this is the only way Emilia can describe it.

Although Emiya had devoted years of his life to the arcane arts, achieving his current success, he didn't have any particular preference for the arts themselves. Therefore, he couldn't quite understand Yin's current anxieties.

He said, "Then, let's make regaining our identity our goal, shall we?"

Yin rubbed his face in distress and sighed, "Ahh, it seems this is the only way."

The problem was finally solved. Emilia pointed outside the door and said, "As it happens, there's a paladin outside right now. He's over a hundred years old and might know your identity."

The druids of the Fangwood Circle were too young to know anything about silver. Only the Son of Bhaal, a legendary paladin from Candlekeep who spanned two eras, was most likely to have some idea about it.

"...Tsk." When he heard the word "Paladin", Yin's face was visibly bitter. "Well, for the sake of a better life in the future, even those rigid guys have to be tolerated."

It seemed that she didn't like the paladins very much, but she couldn't be said to be hostile either.

Yin couldn't wait to rush out of the tree house.

Her long silver hair fluttered in the air, and the sunlight shining through the forest reflected a rainbow of seven colors in her hair.

Epilogue 53 (Part 2) Target: Baldur's Gate

When Emilia came outside the tree house, he recognized Apodel Adrian at a glance, one of the most legendary paladins in the continent of Faerun.

The main reason for identification is that he is obviously Mars' teacher. He and his student are practically cut from the same cloth.

The same tall, strong and coordinated body. However, Mars's body was probably even better than Adrian's - even though Adrian was already a strong man, he was still a bit shorter than Mars.

If it weren't for their completely different appearances, Emilia would have doubted the possible blood relationship.

Of course, the influence of time cannot be ruled out.

Adrian still looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, with only a few white hairs at his hairline, but he was undoubtedly over a hundred years old.

Perhaps time had already begun to slowly overcome the divine blood within him. However, he still had perhaps a hundred years to go before he died of old age.

The two paladins were fully armed during their sparring match—Mars once again donned his armor, which was armored to the teeth, and the Son of Bhaal had also donned his red dragonscale armor.

Emiya didn't know how long the two of them had been exercising against each other, but it was obvious that the event was a huge burden for both of them, so much so that sweat was streaming down their foreheads.

If Emiya were to speculate with more malicious intent, she might have guessed the most important reason for these two men's hard work: if a paladin accidentally injured a fellow, they would immediately break their oath. For these two, the sparring between adult master and apprentice was probably no easier than fighting a powerful enemy: they dared not injure their opponent, nor allow them to injure them. Finally, because of the master-disciple relationship, neither side wanted to lose.

The swords of the two paladins were standing between each other. They stared into each other's eyes, and the sound of steel rubbing against each other became one.

Apodel noticed the other visitors first. After a moment of silence, he moved his greatsword aside and said, "I'm very pleased, Mars. We haven't been apart for long, but your growth has exceeded my expectations. How does it feel to have broken through to the third ring?"

Mars also retracted his sword and replied, "Not so good. The first time I cast a third-level spell, it was miserably countered. I didn't get to experience the joy of gaining anything."

"There's nothing we can do about it. The world doesn't revolve around you and me. I'll just have to keep fighting for the chance to show my talents in the future."

After comforting his student, the smile on Apodel's face faded slightly: "Mr. Emia of Lunya, I was unable to arrive in time for last night's battle. It was my fault."

In fact, Apodel had already arrived last night, but by the time he arrived, Mars and Emiya had already fallen asleep due to the double blow of severe injuries and healing.

But even so, the paladin's apology was unreasonable. Pegasus's speed was undeniable; if they couldn't catch up, they couldn't. At least Emiya had no interest in taking this opportunity to rebuke a senior.

Emilia shook her head and bowed solemnly to Apodale. "My opinion is exactly the opposite. My victory may have been entirely due to your unintentional help."

Before he could bend down, the old paladin had already dodged to the side, completely ignoring the greeting. "What's the point? When I was your age, a wandering wizard chased me from the inn door to the city gate. And you successfully foiled the plans of a ninth-ringed druid—I don't think I have any credit for that."

But Emya was serious.

It can be said that if he had not received a few magic arrows from the Friendly Arms, he would have turned into dust in the earth by now.

If half of the thanks should go to Cosette and the former boss, the other half is obviously to the seller of the magic arrows.

"Well, a hundred years ago, did you sell some magic arrows at the Friendly Arm?"

"...Ah?" This topic clearly caught Apodel by surprise. "Of course I've sold it. But what kind of arrow could help a fifth-ring mage kill a ninth-ring druid?"

"You don't know?" Emiya was the one who was surprised. "...several Demon-Breaking Arrows."

Reciting the activation words would unleash an anti-magic field. Even if the anti-magic field only lasted a minute, this arrow was truly a priceless treasure. Emilia couldn't even figure out why the paladin would sell such a treasure.

"Demon-Breaking Arrow?!" A look of hesitation crossed Apodale's face for the first time. Then, the hesitation turned into sudden realization, and the sudden realization turned into a wry smile. "No wonder it sold for so much that time. Ah, I see."

"Well, the reason is actually very simple. My friends and I went through so much hardship and finally cleared a massive dungeon. It was filled with traps and ammunition. However, sorting through and identifying the mountains of arrows was both time-consuming and laborious. So, the mage friends in my team went on strike soon. Even the shops along the way were unwilling to accept such difficult-to-identify items."

"We traveled north along the Sword Coast, dragging several carts of loot all the way to the Friendly Arm, where we finally managed to sell the spoils. I remember we forced the boss to barter, even paying the cost of our Identify spell, before we could finally pay for the purchase."

At this point, the paladin's face showed some sadness: "...It's been a hundred years."

Apodel sighed and continued, "We paid for the goods at the time. So there's no need to thank me. The fact that the Demon-Breaking Arrow was used to kill the Shadow Druid is the perfect outcome. You don't owe me any favor."

"...Also, use it with caution. This type of arrow is best used to kill the mage himself, and few mages are willing to make it. It is completely priceless."

At this point, Apodale moved closer and whispered, "Also, who is that little silver-haired girl? I didn't hear of her existence when I set out from the Friendly Arms."

Emilia asked calmly, "That's exactly what I wanted to ask you. Do you know her?"

"Of course not!" Apodale shook his head. "How old is she? In the past few years, I have been hiding from Mars and hiding from people. How could I know a little girl?"

"She may be much older than she looks. At least she may have been born very, very early. So you can also recall the books of Candlekeep?" Emilia quietly stretched out a finger, then two, and three.

"...Your finger shouldn't be referring to the number of digits in her age. For a teenage girl, adding three digits would make her over a thousand years old."

Sadly, that's what Emiya meant.

"Hiss..." The old paladin took a deep breath, quickly recalled everything, and finally shook his head. "Unfortunately, I still have no impression. And is she really that old? I don't feel there is anything special about her at all. At most, she is strangely kind."

At this time, Yin had already run to Mars, grabbed his belt and questioned him carefully, showing unexpected interest in the young Mystra Paladin - even though she had previously sworn that they were completely incompatible.

This conclusion clearly displeased the old paladin from Candlekeep. He shook his head and said, "I've had a hard time these past few years, and it's entirely possible that my information has become outdated. If you're looking for news, there are only a few directions. Candlekeep to the west houses the largest collection of books in the world. After all, I can't possibly recite every book there by heart. If you're looking for the most secret knowledge, Candlekeep is the right place to go."

"Furthermore, to the northwest is Baldur's Gate, a place where good and bad people mix, and where information is gathered. The Harpers have long established a branch there, and it has grown rapidly in recent years, so there should be a lot of information there."

At this point, the Son of Bhaal sighed, "However, if you want to go to Candlekeep, I can't help you. Perhaps Mars has mentioned it to you? The two of us are actually not welcome in Candlekeep. If you want to go to Baldur's Gate, there is a senior Harper there who is my... former teammate, a very powerful mage. You can get much more help from her. The bad news is, I happen to be going there too."

"...?" Emilia asked in confusion, "Is it bad news that I can go with you?"

"Ha! Of course it's bad news!" The Son of Bhaal laughed heartily and patted Emya on the shoulder. "You're still young. There's no need to resort to such brutal methods if you want to die. Faerûn is so vast that there are countless forces eager to eliminate me."

"Think about it again. An assassination team targeting me would be absolutely fatal to the two of you. Khar is already quite powerful. But among the opponents I've fought, he can only be considered average."

"You, on the contrary—stay as far away from me as possible. It's best not to let others know about your relationship with me. Otherwise, someone might become impatient. So, even if you decide to go to Baldur's Gate, we must stagger our itineraries and arrival times. Don't contact me unless it's absolutely necessary. It's enough to tell my Harper friend about your connection with me. Don't let too many people know. When danger comes, it will be too late to regret."

"...If you say so, I'll go even more. I'm afraid Mars won't tolerate you being in danger while he just stands by and watches."

"Okay. But no matter what, I can't go with you guys. It's too dangerous."

At this point, Yin's entanglement has reached a new stage. She has forced Mars to start showing his paladin spells one by one.

Looking in that direction, the old paladin's voice lowered even more.

"Speaking of which, I'd like to ask, has Mars been resting well these past few days? There shouldn't be any sudden loud noises or anything like that at night, right?"

"..." Emilia narrowed her eyes slightly, "Can I ask what year Mars was born? He shouldn't be just twelve years old this year. The answer is no. His life is very regular and he is very quiet at night."

"That's good, very good, wonderful."

Strangely enough, the paladin expressed genuine relief.

Epilogue of Chapter 54 (Part 3) Fenwei's Promise

Ten hours. Twenty hours. Thirty hours.

When today's work was finished and he returned to the tree house, he found that Mr. Emia of Lunya was still writing furiously on the spell book. Fenwei could no longer sit still.

Apodel Adrian had been away from the Sacred Forest for several days, and the restoration of the sacred site was well underway. But amidst the frenzy of activity, Lunya Emia was also growing in his own way.

However, Fenwei had never imagined that a mage's growth could be so crazy - so intense that it was beyond the druid's imagination.

The treehouse was now filled with the scent of ink. The guests had been furiously writing and testing spells in their spellbooks for dozens of hours. For the past few hours, the only sounds in the treehouse were the scraping of pens against parchment and the sound of the wizard's experimental spells.

No sleep, not even a rest. Eat a magic berry, then go a whole day and night without food or drink, barely taking his eyes off the page.

Fenwei wasn't from the arcane world; rather, the mage's learning and growth were inherently unique to this world. While other professions struggled with learning, they were far less likely to endure such sleepless nights.

The rosy clouds of dawn had already reached the door of the tree house, adding a little radiance to Emiya's face.

This also means that Mr. Emia of Lunya had another sleepless night.

Just as Emilia was writing furiously, Yin was lying on his left shoulder with a sweet look on his face, sleeping soundly.

"...!"

Fenwei glared at Yin, was silent for a moment, and finally chose to continue waiting.

Emiya herself, after putting down her ink pen and closing her spell book, realized that a burden had been placed on her shoulders.

Finwe then walked silently around to Emya, waved his hand in front of him, and sighed: "Sage? Thirty hours have passed? Is the arcane not so fascinating?"

Emiya wanted to stretch, but with just a slight movement, Silver nearly slipped off his shoulder. He had no choice but to stop where he was and replied, "Hmm? I don't really like arcane magic."

"Huh?" Fenwei snorted in annoyance. "If you don't like arcane magic, why are you trying so hard? There's nothing urgent that requires such a rush, right?"

"I just think that since we've been staying in the woods for the past few days, the environment is relatively safe and it doesn't consume much magic power every day..."