Equipment Printing School Mage

Gutenberg shook his head. "It can't be helped. Perhaps this special weapon just doesn't care about the feelings of ordinary people... But, strangely enough, this weapon is much heavier than I expected."

He put the Confessor down, stroked his beard, and whispered, "I thought this transparent material would be very light... but its density is almost the same as steel. Strange. Please wait."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked out of the secret room. After a while, he came back holding a breastplate that was almost completely transparent, like glass.

"Please see, this is a breastplate made of a special material called fiberglass. Its greatest feature is that it's much lighter than steel, a material once commonly used by the now-suspected extinct Winged Elves. However, the alchemical technique for mass production has been lost. We, the people of Gond, have yet to successfully recreate it. This is a restored piece forcibly transformed using magic."

As he spoke, the pastor placed the two items together, examined them carefully, and finally sighed: "--Unfortunately, they are different."

The biggest feature is that fiberglass is transparent and colorless, while the Confessor has a faint azure blue hue like the sky - at the same time, the metallic luster of the Confessor's sword is much more obvious than that of fiberglass.

"The hardness... is terrifying. It's a level higher than steel, probably close to quartz. Well, thankfully, it's still worse than diamond."

"Highly tough, not brittle... a complete metal or alloy? A material with such excellent properties is completely unheard of."

A series of destructive tests failed to resolve Gutenberg's doubts, but instead made him even more distressed: "Okay, okay, my curiosity is uncontrollable. I want to test its elemental and energy affinity."

As he spoke, he stood up, grasped the gear holy emblem on his chest, closed his eyes and whispered a few words.

Then, the chamber seemed to heat up, but it wasn't simply a concentration of heat or a rise in temperature.

To be honest, it's like the heartfelt joy you feel when you walk back into your warm home after being shivering in the snowstorm night.

Positive energy guidance is the signature ability of priests. Even though the wizards of Faerûn envy and hate it, they have been almost clueless about this power for countless years.

The positive energy, emitting a faint glow, circled around the Confessor and the fiberglass breastplate several times. It had no way of penetrating the fiberglass breastplate, but it was able to penetrate the Confessor with difficulty, making the entire sword emit a faint glow.

"Positive energy affinity tendency?"

After this series of measures, Gutenberg tugged at his beard and said, "...If I had to make a guess, I'd say this sword is connected to the plane of positive energy, or perhaps to the upper planes. But unfortunately, our Gond Church really doesn't have any research on this matter—I don't think the average church priest would be able to solve it."

Gutenberg pondered for a moment before answering, "Waterdeep to the north is undoubtedly Faerun's foremost city. Eltoril to the east upholds justice and fights evil, and the Church of Justice and the Church of Loyalty are equally substantial. By the way, Belgost to the south may be a small town, but the Church of Lathander controls it, making it a significant institution. You might also want to try your luck there."

"Of course, since you're a wizard, you might as well go to Candlekeep and try your luck with the nerds there."

Emiya nodded and stood up to express her gratitude. "Thank you very much. I have benefited greatly from your guidance. Please forgive us for disturbing you tonight."

"No, I hope you don't mind me, an old man, gesturing for a long time but still being able to give vague answers."

The positive energy and affinity for metal endorsed by the Gond Church... this was an important clue. For a short stay of just a few hours, it was well worth the trip.

The cities that Gutenberg gave were all neighboring cities of Baldur's Gate, although unfortunately they were just distributed in a circle around Baldur's Gate.

A magic enthusiast like Yin naturally disliked Gutenberg's purely physical approach, which relied on knowledge and equipment. She sat nearby, her head nodding at some point. Hearing Emilia's farewell, she suddenly jumped up. "Ah, are you leaving?"

"Yes!" Emilia replied unhappily.

When they walked out of the secret room, they were surprised to find that the confrontation between the novice monk and the uninvited guest had not yet ended.

Gutenberg's eyes immediately widened and he yelled, "Papier?! Didn't I tell you to go back and rest immediately?"

The novice monk named Papier was taken aback, his face flushed as he turned back and replied, "I just thought that this was the one I received..."

Master Gunde heaved a long sigh and was about to lose his temper when, at that moment, two familiar figures approached quickly from outside the Hall of Miracles.

It was the two Flame Fist soldiers who passed by them.

When Master Craftsman Gutenberg saw the two of them, he couldn't help but cry out, "Didn't you just leave? What are you doing here again? Let me be frank: services already performed cannot be refunded."

The two Flame Fist soldiers were in even lower spirits than before. One of them was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of the noble next to him. He swallowed his words back and walked forward angrily.

He said, "Sir! Why are you still lingering in front of the hall?"

The nobleman's gloomy aura only grew thicker than before. He turned his head slowly and jerkily like a robot, ignoring the Flaming Fist soldier and staring intently at Emya and Mars. Even though their faces were hidden beneath the hoods provided by the Gond Temple, he refused to look away.

Silver's eyes narrowed. "Wait, Emiya, that guy is a little bit—"

"Hey!"

The Flaming Fist soldier's resentment suddenly erupted. He stepped forward and patted the nobleman, who refused to even turn his head, firmly: "Sir—"

He had just hit the first blow when the nobleman lost his balance.

The stiff body fell straight backward and fell heavily in the Hall of Miracles.

His head and body seemed to have no connection at all, and he rolled down the clean marble floor of the Hall of Miracles and hit Emiya's feet.

At the same time, bright red blood spurted out towards Emiya and his group like a fountain.

The Nine Baldur's Gate Murders

The paladin was naturally the quickest to react. The moment the blood fountain erupted, he quickly pushed the two people beside him aside. Just as the splattering blood was about to come within a few meters of him, it seemed to collide with an invisible barrier, its speed slowing down without a trace.

Mars almost leisurely moved aside and watched the gushing blood pass by him.

However, although his skills are amazing, they are insignificant compared to the current tragic scene.

The visitor who had been making a lot of noise in the Gond Temple had lost his head for no apparent reason. His heart was clearly still functioning normally, squeezing all the blood out of his neck through the artery.

The two Flame Fist soldiers and the novice monk were almost subconsciously frightened by this bizarre and terrifying scene, screaming in fear and suddenly stepping back a few steps, falling to the ground on the steps. One Flame Fist soldier even missed a step and fell directly off the steps.

Whether or not one has training is one thing, whether or not one is afraid of dying in battle is another. Whether or not one can remain calm in the face of strange events is another.

Mars, Emya and Master Craftsman Gond almost simultaneously looked around and drew their weapons - perhaps in the next second, the walls of the Hall of Miracles would collapse and a large number of enemies would swarm in?

Soon, the few people who had screamed could no longer speak and could only lie on the ground, breathing heavily.

For a moment, there was no other sound in the hall except the strong smell of blood and the hissing sound of bubbles coming from the wounds.

Master Craftsman Gutenberg was silent for a long time, then shook his head in confusion. "...There are no enemies. This deceased person is the only oddity."

In the moment they hesitated, the deceased's heart had already pumped out all the blood in his body before it stopped beating, forming a thick pool of blood on the floor of the hall. Many of the exhibits in the hall were already soaked in blood.

Emiya gritted her teeth and immediately turned to ask the silver-haired girl: "Silver, this guy, how long has he been dead?!"

Of course, this question seemed extremely bizarre at first glance—no matter how one looked at it, the deceased had just collapsed to the ground after being pushed. Even if he died, it was undoubtedly within the last few minutes.

Yin, however, immediately understood what Emiya was asking, or perhaps she was thinking the same thing: "There's no trace of embalming or anything like that on him. It's just that I don't know what method the mastermind used... It's not a conventional spell."

Emiya didn't know much about the methods of necromancers, but if they had methods to manipulate corpses, it was completely within her imagination.

The blood gushing out of the deceased was bright in color, fresh arterial blood. Even if the body had been preserved using magic, it wouldn't have been this fresh—if the planner hadn't just developed some magical method.

The Gond Mastersmith naturally shook his head. The Gond people were skilled at tinkering with wood and iron. But when it came to flesh and blood, they weren't much better than ordinary people. Even the most elite among the Gond people were no different.

When the cause of death could no longer be determined at first glance, the immediate situation changed.

The Flaming Fist soldier who had just pushed the deceased suddenly took off his helmet, revealing a slightly chubby face. He had already realized what had just happened, and in an instant, his face was covered in sweat. "I just—I really just slapped him! No matter what I say, there's no way I could have knocked his head off!"

At this point, Emya gestured to Master Gund, "Excuse me, may my companion and I examine our bodies?"

This is Gond's temple after all.

At this moment, Pastor Gutenberg's expression remained unchanged, but he shook his head with extraordinary determination: "—Carry the body out. No one has died here. The Gund Church does not want to be involved in any affairs."

It was obvious that this was a conspiracy, and Gutenberg did not want to be involved in any conspiracy as an individual, let alone as the Master Craftsman of Gund—even if this happened right in the heart of the Gund Church.

At this time, simply appearing in the conspiracy means risks in itself.

"But, but!" Some of the fat soldiers were sweating more and more. "When we first met him, he had been in Gond's Hall of Wonders—"

In particular, he had been arguing with Papir, a novice monk from the Hall of Miracles, for at least an hour.

The two Flame Fist soldiers and the deceased had only met once before that slap.

Not to mention, excluding the reason of venting personal grudges, the cause of this conflict was also because the Flame Fist soldiers stood up for the Gond Church.

"Watch your words." The Gunde Master Craftsman suddenly raised his voice. "I said, carry the body out. The Gunde Church has nothing to do with this. We in the Gunde Church still have many, many orders to fulfill! If anything goes wrong, then the orders will inevitably be severely affected. You are a Flaming Fist soldier, you should be most aware of the importance of these orders!"

After saying this, he turned to the three guests he had just entertained and said, "Three of you, the Gunde Church has been working very late. Tonight, the Gunde Church will be closed."

The master craftsman glared at the novice monk who was about to say something: "—And you! I made it very clear before, but you acted on your own and [almost] got dragged into this. Now, what else is there to say? Go home immediately!"

I will neither help identify nor refute the facts - in short, this matter has nothing to do with the Gond Church.

Finally, he issued an ultimatum to the Flaming Fist soldiers: "In short, remove the body. You have no law enforcement authority in the Upper City. Remember to repeat every word I say in Wangyang Tower. Do you understand?"

The Flaming Fist has two strongholds in Baldur's Gate—one at Dragon Rock in the center of Dragon Bridge. Their true headquarters is at the Ocean Tower in Baldur's Gate. Naturally, the Flaming Fist's headquarters is also there.

The fat soldier's companion sighed, took off his helmet, revealing his somewhat thin face, and bowed, but looking at the corpse, he was still a little at a loss.

Although the fat soldier had not wet his pants yet, he could no longer stand steadily.

Emiya pulled the two of them a few steps away and whispered to Mars using magic: [Based on your understanding of the Flaming Fist, what might happen next?]

The moral standards of the Flame Fist are roughly average among mercenaries. They're far from abusing their power for evil, but they can't be said to be completely impartial. Given the current situation, if they can successfully solve this case, nothing will happen. But if they remain clueless, the consequences will depend on how serious the situation becomes.

If the deceased has a special identity, and the matter gets out of hand, and the Flame Fist can't catch the real culprit... then this is the time for all parties to wrestle, to see who has the stronger political tactics and the larger base.

If I were to guess, it would be that by pushing this unfortunate person out to take responsibility, he might not be convicted of murder.

After getting Mars' analysis, Emiya immediately recalled the scene when they first met the Flame Fist pair.

The fat soldier said...unless he meets a sucker.

Combining what Master Craftsman Gond said, Emilia suddenly had a guess.

A sucker... The person who placed the large order with the Gond Church might be a high-ranking member of the Flaming Fist. The amount might be so large that even the uninvolved Flaming Fist soldiers would be unable to bear the thought. In this case, the Flaming Fist leader would most likely sacrifice a Flaming Fist soldier to try to smooth things over, rather than risking their relationship with the Gond Church.

Emilia has not made a final decision at this moment - should she get involved in this matter?

If it was really just an ordinary little thing, he might have turned a blind eye to it, but when faced with such a bizarre murder case, he was unwilling to turn a blind eye.

However, he was indeed worried that he could not afford the price of getting involved.

Mars replied in his mind, "Let me be frank: if you want to get involved, I'm not afraid of the danger, and I have absolute confidence in our wisdom. So I'll definitely agree. Oh, and you'd better grab Yin quickly; she's already itching to try."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached out and grabbed Yin's cloak - if he was half a second late, Yin would have pounced on the dead man.

"What are you going to do?!"

"What else can I do!" Yin struggled hard in his grasp, but unfortunately her strength was only considered below average for someone her age. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't even shake Emiya's arm. "How am I supposed to sleep tonight if I don't know the cause of his death?!"

Emiya finally had a clear understanding of their team's decision-making process.

He was the team's valve. As long as he didn't hit the brakes, the team would just keep going, no matter how good the situation was. As for his teammates backing out, that was something that only existed in dreams.

After coming to this conclusion with some grief and anger, Emilia gritted her teeth and asked the Gund Master, who was about to turn around, "Mr. Gutenberg, does the Gund Church need help with some cleaning?"

The two Flame Fist soldiers were originally at a loss, but when they heard these words, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Master Gunde paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned and replied, "...Ah, it's a good thing that young people these days are so enthusiastic. Just clean it up. I won't interfere with the specific process."

Then, he grabbed the novice monk Papier's ear and walked towards the Temple of Supreme Miracles.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The portly soldier rushed forward almost immediately and asked in a trembling voice, "Would you like to help me... help me...?"

Emilia replied with a cold face: "First of all, I must make it clear that I am only a witness. If you dare..."

They were half present at the scene. If they were bitten back, there would be nothing he could do—he wouldn't let bygones be bygones under such circumstances.

The Flame Fist soldier wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head repeatedly: "Of course not, of course not!"

"I hope so. Remember, we are not ordinary people passing through."

At that time, we will have to bring up Mrs. Adrian - but I don’t know what her public identity is.

At this time, Master Craftsman Gond had already moved several pairs of gloves and some containers from the warehouse in the Hall of Miracles and placed them in the hall.

Gutenberg said calmly, "Take these with you. Consider them your reward for helping with the cleaning. This concludes the Gund Church's involvement in this matter... I'm going to the Supreme Hall of Miracles to monitor the work of the other juniors. I'll be back in thirty minutes. By then, the Hall of Miracles will be closed, and I hope everything is in good order."

"It's natural."

Emilia struggled to pull Yin to the side of the gloves, staring at her to put on the gloves, and then let her go. At this time, she suddenly ran out like a rabbit, crouched beside the corpse, but slightly closed her eyes.

She seemed to know nothing of death, and felt neither fear nor joy in it.

Focus only on magic.

Emiya sighed as he dodged the pool of blood on the ground, using magic to collect it into a test tube. His sensitivity to magic was far from strong. At least his teacher had never praised his talent. And Silver clearly had an extremely strange identity, so he had no interest in competing with him in that regard.

Mars carefully turned the dead man's head to confirm whether his face was intact - this directly determines whether the dead man can be used to talk.

However, soon, Mars' eyebrows were tightly knitted together: "Emiya, come here."

"what?"

Emiya came closer, and then her pupils shrank slightly.

The deceased's head had long been immersed in his own blood, and there should be blood on it.

However, the blood used the deceased's head as a canvas, outlining the traces of a skull on it, and the rest of the blood left intermittent bloodstains on the side of the deceased's face.

At the same time, a number "5" was written in common language between the deceased's eyebrows.