Equipment Printing School Mage

Then, without any hesitation, he turned and ran away.

The shapeshifter was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly retracted his weapon and quickly followed Emiya's movements: "...I didn't hear you. What happened?"

"That receptionist named Emiya has escaped! We're shorthanded." Emiya estimated their distance from the corridor's corner. When the three of them were only a few meters away, she finally said, "He's running around the castle like a rat. We really don't have enough manpower right now. Go guard the hall!"

At this point, the two shapeshifters behind him couldn't help but slow down their pace, their hands subconsciously dropping to their waists: "...Huh?"

Even at this moment, a mouse actually ran through the corridor.

As expected, this did not go so smoothly.

Now most of the shapeshifters are trying to find him, but these two shapeshifters are guarding the most remote weapons depot...

The enemy already knew that Emiya was a mage. A single mage would not come to the armory on purpose.

That means their purpose of guarding here has nothing to do with Emiya... It's either for the benefit of the shapeshifters themselves, or for the benefit of the Gods and Non-Gods.

He prefers the former.

Emilia lowered her head slightly, glanced at their bulging waist pockets, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! If he gets away, do you think you can keep the things in your waist?"

"……Yes."

The two shapeshifters grumbled in agreement feebly.

Emiya had already turned the corner of the corridor and disappeared from their sight, so they quickly quickened their pace.

The moment Emilia turned the corner, two storms suddenly exploded from behind him.

The Hell Knights of Eltoril are naturally well-trained warriors. Those who have seen blood will not make mistakes in such a simple place.

Thump thump!

Along with the heavy sound of falling to the ground, the screams of the two monsters were almost strangled in their throats at the same time.

Emiya turned around.

Mars had used the momentum of his fall to easily break the shapeshifter's neck, while Leon and the shapeshifter were in a brief stalemate.

This is another manifestation of the difference in strength between the two.

The shapeshifter trapped by Leon had bulging pupils and was still struggling hard. He could no longer maintain his human appearance, and this abnormal change in his body surface also caused Leon a lot of trouble.

Emiya's mind raced as she spoke coldly to the still struggling shapeshifter, "Do you think I don't know what you did in the armory?"

The shapeshifter was stunned for a moment, then struggled to open his mouth, trying to say something - but this brief distraction immediately became the last straw.

After confirming that the shapeshifter in his arms had lost its pulse, Leon breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and asked curiously, "What did they do in the armory?"

Emilia asked curiously, "How should I know? I'm not a shapeshifter."

"So what did you mean by that just now?"

Emiya replied, "I just guessed they might have done something to steal from the weapons depot and enrich themselves. I wanted to use that sentence to mislead them, making them think that the three of us were shapeshifters cleaning up the mess."

"If you succeed in tricking them, it will naturally distract him, making it easier for you to strangle him. If you fail, there's no loss."

"..." Leon looked at Emilia's expressionless face, took two steps back wordlessly, and cast a glance at Mars, "...Are all mages like this?"

Mars replied: "Look at it from a bright side, at least most of the ones you encounter are not so dirty."

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Mars replied, "From what I've heard, most mages aren't like that. But Leon, you actually failed to immediately disable your target's combat capability. This was a huge mistake."

"I have to say, your rating has dropped again. Be prepared."

Leon's head dropped suddenly: "...Yes."

The paladin glanced at the mage and asked, "Also, let me add one more thing... Did you cheat us when we were selling our spoils today?"

Emilia replied, "The payment is settled, and there are no refunds."

In other words, there is indeed something fishy going on.

"Tsk."

Mars shrugged.

The paladin leaned over, casually picked up the two shapeshifters' feet, and dragged them towards the armory, as if he were just lifting two chicken legs.

This outrageous scene made Emiya's eyebrows twitch.

The two shapeshifters combined weighed at least a hundred kilograms. The paladin's effortless performance was a bit exaggerated.

But now is not the time for gossip.

The three of them walked to the stone door of the armory and began to look for what they needed most at the moment - the key.

Emiya and Mars quickly emptied the two shapeshifters' waist bags, dumped all the items on the ground, and quickly picked them up.

As expected, it was filled with valuable gems and jewelry, not even a single gold coin. Judging from the Doppelganger's previous behavior, the two guards had probably made a lot of money from the Friendly Arm's treasury.

Gemstone brooches, rings, necklaces...

However, among all the wealth on the ground, the only thing missing was what they needed most at the moment.

"—Boom!"

The storm was evidently approaching, and the deafening thunder was already approaching the fortress.

However, at this critical juncture, they encountered unexpected difficulties.

"...I don't have the key." Emilia frowned and took off her waist bag, ignoring the dazzling array of expensive gems inside. "...How is this possible?"

Mars raised his head from the wealth in his pouch and replied, "I haven't gained anything here either. Is there anything special about the Key of the Friendly Arm?"

Emiya sighed, "It's a specially made magic lock. It can't be opened by brute force."

So they were blocked outside.

But this is obviously unreasonable.

The key to the armory, while important, wasn't a particularly secret. Anyone wishing to visit the armory simply needed to ask for permission.

The shapeshifters even found the secret cell of the Friendly Arm, so it's impossible that they couldn't get a mere key.

So, no matter what, the key must be with the shapeshifter.

All he needs to do is re-evaluate what he has acquired.

While he hesitated, the shapeshifter shed its false shell, and the guard's metal armor turned back into grayish-white skin.

Of all the equipment they have, only the waist bag is real; the rest are fakes created by mimicry.

Emiya sighed and picked up the waist bag again, carefully pinching the inside of the bag.

The internal volume is normal, indicating that this is not a dimensional bag.

The touch is normal, the thickness is normal, and there seems to be no interlayer.

Waist bags are made of leather, and there is no way to sew a secret pocket like a cloth bag.

If there was anything special about the waist bag in his hand, it was that the strap felt smooth and unusual.

A silk fabric similar to silk.

Emiya was silent for a moment and stopped what she was doing.

He suddenly had a bold guess, and he now had a quick way to identify it.

He immediately emptied his mind and became in tune with the seemingly ordinary belt.

The ribbon rapidly enlarged in his mind, instantly obscuring his senses.

Then he saw the true structure of the belt.

It was a piece of cloth that had been artificially wound, and the original owner had rolled it up repeatedly until it became a rope-like belt.

And Emilia could clearly see that on the surface of the cloth were countless magical runes.

A silky black cloth.

Emiya took a deep breath.

He immediately stood up and took the thin belt out of his waist bag.

His observations were incredibly accurate, and he restored the cloth with incredible ease—when it was fully unfolded, it was a massive, black, original-shaped piece of cloth with a staggering diameter of two meters.

Almost textbook appearance.

The true identity of this piece of cloth is a dimensional hole.

A portable extra-dimensional space, the most advanced space equipment.

A dimensional cave that is priceless and may be sold for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

Leon was stunned.

He opened his mouth wide, looking at the wonder before him, unable to utter a word.

Emiya gave a slight shake, and a rope unfolded in mid-air, turning into a large, round black cloth. Then, Emiya leaned over and spread the black cloth on the floor.

Then, as if it were an illusion, the dark color had unknowingly sunk downwards, revealing a four-meter-deep extra-dimensional space from nothing.

“This…this…what is this?!”

Mars simply raised his eyebrows slightly: "...Dimensional Hole. I've only seen it once by chance. But why would a shapeshifter have such an expensive and priceless treasure?"

"This kind of treasure, which is worth an entire castle, is not something that these two shapeshifters can keep."

Emiya replied: "If I'm not mistaken, the answer is actually very simple... This dimensional hole does not belong to them, but to the Arms of Friendship."

In other words, these two shapeshifters stole it from the treasure trove of the Friendly Arm.

The items in the dimensional cave also verified his guess.

However, because of this, his brows immediately furrowed: "..."

On the surface of the dimensional cave, there were also some scattered gems and jewelry, but they were more valuable than the treasures placed outside.

Mars also took a curious look inside and couldn't help but shrugged: "...using the harvest to cover up the harvest. These two guys are quite cunning."

But it wasn't these things that made Emiya frown.

And underneath, there were what looked like countless notebooks stacked one on top of the other. Some of them had the name of the Friendly Arms boss written on the cover.

With such a precious spatial magic item, it should be used to store one's most valuable possessions and preserve the items that cannot be lost...

However, this dimensional hole contained a pile of documents and information. This was truly unusual.

It seems that the boss of Friendly Arms is not an ordinary businessman.

Although he now has an extremely strong curiosity, he obviously does not have the time to read books.

In fact, in this space of nearly ten cubic meters, it is obvious that only a small amount of the top layer is the harvest of the two monsters, and the rest belongs to the original owner.

Therefore, the thing they are looking for is among the treasure.

Emiya chanted a spell, summoning a transparent wizard's hand. She remotely controlled it to remove the gem and pinched a key out of the dimensional hole. "This is it, the key to the armory."

Mars reached out to take the key, but then pointed downwards: "...Sorry, Mr. Mage, can you pick up that green brooch? I think that one seems a little unusual."

"...?" Emiya was stunned for a moment, then raised the silver brooch inlaid with an emerald. "...Why? Although it is indeed very valuable, now is not the time to worry about it."

"No, its material value isn't that important," Myers replied. "The problem is its shape."

Emiya frowned.

The shape of this brooch is indeed very attractive: a crescent moon envelops a harp.

……harp?

This time, shock finally showed on Emilia's face: "...A harpist's brooch? That money-hungry Niggins Mirror Shadow is a harpist?!"

The so-called Harpist, in the simplest terms, is the most famous and powerful force of good in this world.

But compared with the messengers of justice in various legends, the Harpers have a very strange feature: they are a semi-underground organization, a secret society that pursues justice but does not operate openly.

“He who calls himself a harpist is not necessarily a harpist, and he who claims not to be a harpist is not necessarily not a harpist.”

This proverb vividly describes the harpist's existence.

It is said that the harpist's brooch is the only proof of a harpist's identity.

The appearance of such a thing in the dimensional hole means that the original owner of the dimensional hole is either the Harper or the Harper's mortal enemy.