Equipment Printing School Mage

While wrestling with Yin, Xige asked, "—The idea of ​​income from spellcasting services is too hypocritical. Mage over there, do you have any special skills that can make money? If not, forget it."

——Then he really has.

Emiya replied, "I think I'm pretty good at creating things."

"Good at creating things is too vague," Sig said unhappily. "Can you create anything?"

"Ordinary items, if I understand their construction, I should be able to do it." At this point, Emiya thought of the instrument embryos in Sig's room and replied, "But I've never made a musical instrument. If you want an instrument, I'll have to spend time researching it before I can be confident."

"I'd be completely crazy to ask a wizard for a musical instrument! To give him a hard time... no, to give him a challenge, of course I have to find something creative."

"You just said you were making things difficult!"

"You heard wrong!"

That's the good thing about poets: they can tell a lie without blinking an eye.

Just as Sig was hesitating, Ai Meng nodded at the table and said, "Sig, after we've known each other for a while, you seemed to have told me that you had a dream."

"Yes, I dream of sleeping on a bed made of gold, but I still have a lot of money to save." At this point, Sig suddenly became alert, "--I just asked you to keep my salary temporarily, you don't want to deduct it!"

"What are you thinking about! When have I ever deducted money from you? I mean, your dream..."

"Perhaps not that far off." Imoen showed a malicious smile on his face and pointed at Emya. "Let's think differently - you can directly make your request to your future wizard and let him figure out how to make it happen."

"what?!"

This challenge was a sudden disaster, and Emilia immediately retorted, "I don't have much money right now! The wealth we have is generally various magical items. How can we give away things like this so hastily?"

"Don't rush to deny it."

Imoen snapped her fingers, and the dimensional hole on her waist floated out from her waist and opened on the wall of the secret room. She stood up and with some effort took out a heavy gold nugget as big as her forearm from it. "This is the wealth that Xige has saved with me during this period..."

Emiya blinked.

A gold nugget of this size probably weighs more than ten kilograms.

Converted into gold coins, it would weigh at least several thousand gold coins... If the seigniorage is included, it would be even more.

Sig seems to live in a shabby house, but it turns out he is so wealthy!

"What are you doing? Don't look at me like that. How could I bear to spend such beautiful gold?" Sig's eyes had been fixed on the piece of gold. Unfortunately, she hadn't escaped from Yin's clutches yet. "So my life is really tight."

"Isn't money meant to be spent..." Emilia could only sigh.

However, having money is a good idea.

He pondered for a moment.

The volume of that gold nugget is about 0.1 cubic meters. If you flatten it...

The key is thickness.

The thickness of a gold coin is about 4 mm. Even if this gold nugget is turned into gold coins, it may still not be enough to cover Sig's body.

If the thickness is halved, the area of ​​gold can be doubled.

If it is infinitely flattened using the magic of nature, the area of ​​gold will have a huge space for development.

Of course, if the thickness of the gold is too thin, the gold foil will become too fragile... but if it is 1 mm, maybe it will still be strong enough?

"Ms. Sig, it might be difficult to realize your dream of sleeping on gold coins with this amount of money."

"You don't need to tell me that! First of all, let me make it clear that gold-plated coins don't count. They're counterfeit coins, and the consequences are very serious. You'll be wanted!"

"No, that's not what I meant." Emilia shook her head. "A bed made of pure gold, are you interested?"

"Not interested...wait, what did you say?"

Imoen was already laughing. "It seems you've got something. Words are not enough, why not demonstrate it?"

Emiya sighed.

uncanny workmanship.

In Sig's eyes, the gold in Imoen's hand floated up into the air as if it had melted, and then fell silently to the ground, weaving like silk threads, and finally slowly weaving into a bed that was big enough for her to sleep on - except that the structure that looked like fabric was completely made of golden gold.

"Many wizards can do this, but in their eyes, this spell can only be used to build bridges and walls. Being able to use it to make various craft products... let's put it this way, this is the only one I've ever seen in my life." Even Imoen fell silent for a moment and shook his head at Sig.

"Let me remind you—Flame Fist is spending a ton of money lately, but many orders were placed too hastily and are actually still waiting in line. If you can cleverly get this mage to snatch the orders away, I'm sure they'll give you some of the money they earn."

"And at the Flaming Fist, just ordering a full set of plate armor costs 1500 gold coins. Even though you've been helping me for the past few years, it's not much more than the price of a single piece of armor. And the Flaming Fist doesn't order just a few dozen pieces of this kind of armor."

The more Sig listened, the brighter her eyes became. Finally, her eyes turned directly into golden color.

"Don't say anything!" Sig, finding strength from nowhere, suddenly rushed out of Silver's restraints and grabbed Emiya's sleeve tightly. "I, Sig, have been wandering all my life, without anyone to rely on! I never thought I'd finally meet a great sage like you today. Woohoo, I finally have a home! From now on, as long as the big scales divide gold and the small scales divide silver, from Rivington to Stone Eye, you speak, and I will definitely tell you everything I know. I will make you feel at home in the outer city of Baldur's Gate!"

As the poet continued to talk, Emiya sighed and met Yin's eyes.

Although he did not object to letting Sig join the team, he did not understand why Yin was so proactive.

At this moment, Yin's voice drifted into his ears: "She still has secrets - for example, when we met her the second time, she actually used a different appearance than when we first met her, but why did she recognize us immediately?"

Author's Note: Some readers are suggesting that Miss Shapeshifter will join the team after reading this chapter... but that's unlikely. Shapeshifters have very distinct personalities, and there's no way they'd join an atypical savior team like the protagonists and risk their lives alongside Emiya and the others. They'd only serve as supporting characters.

Twenty-six Flying Dragons Rock

After a brief moment of trance, they had left the secret room again. The blurry shadow at the end of their vision was the tall wall of Feilong Rock.

Emilia looked back—what she saw was the scattered, dilapidated buildings in the Rivington district and the lingering strong smell.

What he heard was the noise from Feilong Rock.

The walls of Feilong Rock were now illuminated by a dense array of torches, making it look like daylight. The same treatment was also applied to the area in front of the suspension bridge at Feilong Bridge Rock. Anyone approaching Feilong Rock would be immediately illuminated—even in the darkness of the night.

"It's somewhat similar to the configuration of Wangyang Tower." Emiya whispered.

"It's probably because of the newly appointed acting marshal." Their figures were still hidden in the darkness. When Imoen spoke, Emiya could only hear his deliberately lowered voice.

"I've studied the history of the Flaming Fist. Although the Flaming Fist has always reserved the position of Burning Flame for mages, and most of the mages who have taken on this position haven't been negligent in their duties, ultimately, they serve more as advisors than true commanders of the Flaming Fist—they're content with this limited responsibility and have no desire to advance further."

Imoen sighed.

"The trouble is, Karkoros is different. He's serious—for a mage, seriousness is a good thing. The problem is, the Flaming Fist, as an organization, one that has been rooted in Baldur's Gate for centuries, and has been immersed in the stinking sea with this city, may not be a good match for his mage brain."

"I don't understand." Emilia frowned. "What does this have to do with what we're doing now?"

"It will be relevant soon. He's very responsible, so if anything serious happens to the Flaming Fist, he'll definitely be there. Most Eltoril people are upright, and with Mars by their side, things will be easier. But if you want to make Karkoros surrender, you have to know his weaknesses."

"I'm not talking about his weaknesses as a mage. That's every mage's top secret, and I don't know it either. I'm referring to his weaknesses as a Marshal's deputy."

Emiya hesitated for a moment: "The Marshal's deputy's weakness... For example, the Flame Fist itself?"

"Correct nonsense." Imoen flicked his forehead with her wizard hand in annoyance. "If you had the force to destroy the entire Flaming Fist, why would you still be here pondering?"

"He's also an excellent wizard—rational, knowledgeable, fearless, and even upright. Such a person, when he's alone, is simply invulnerable." Then, Imoen continued, "But now, he has a fatal weakness."

"money."

"money?!"

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Feilongyan didn't often face an imminent enemy attack. Baldur's Gate was a port city, so the occasional threat was most likely to come from the sea. This was why Wangyang Tower, located in front of Baldur's Gate Harbor, was the most important headquarters of the Flaming Fist, while Feilongyan, connecting to the Gulf Boulevard, was a distant second.

However, today might be the first time Feilongyan will face a trial.

In the dark night, the thunderous sound of horse hooves tore apart the tranquility of the night.

The Eltoril people who were originally staying outside Rivington chose to leave the camp at this time, put on armor, mounted their horses, and gathered in front of the Flying Dragon Rock fully armed despite being sleepy.

Even though the suspension bridge of Feilong Rock had been raised high as early as nightfall, they still gathered on Feilong Bridge with no intention of retreating.

In front of the Eltoril cavalry, the leader of the envoys, Rex, was wearing armor, with his back to the tall Dragon Rock, even though there were already many figures on it.

He raised his voice, as if afraid that the people of Baldur couldn't hear him: "Everyone, our life these days is quite difficult-"

"We lived in our makeshift camp, cooking the filthy water of the Chongsa River and drinking porridge made from soaked dry food. We were so close to a major city, but because of the unfriendly citizens, we could only gaze helplessly at the corpses of our compatriots day and night. We could only watch the noble Hell Knights lie exposed in the wilderness, waiting for the sun to peel away the ice crust on their bodies, praying that vultures and hyenas wouldn't gnaw on their corpses while we slept. Every day in Baldur's Gate felt endlessly long, and we all hoped these endless days would soon end."

Before Rex stood a silent column of Eltoril horsemen. They formed a neat formation before him. As Rex spoke, aside from the occasional snort of horses, there was only a disciplined silence.

Rex's mount seemed to sense something and circled restlessly on the ground. Rex sat in the saddle and tried to soothe it. "However, on this dark night, I have gathered everyone in front of Feilong Rock with two pieces of news to convey: good news and bad news. The good news is that our lives are about to end. The bad news is that our lives are about to get worse."

Rex's voice paused for a moment, then he said, "Everyone, I got the news."

"Our friend, Lord Michael Craig, has died. His body was found at Baldur's Gate. This matter was kept secret. Even the priests of the Church of Kelemvor, who were responsible for funerals, were not informed."

This explosive news caused some small exclamations even among Eltoril's cavalry, and even the defenders on Feilong Rock were talking about it.

"Please think about it, everyone. Was there anyone here that Michelle didn't take care of along the way? Tana, when your big stomach felt your double rations were still not enough, it was Michelle who gave you half of hers. Norril, when you were preparing for the Hell Knight exam, Michelle took time out to help you train for three days—"

"I can talk about similar things until the sun rises! He helps others without asking for anything in return. Maybe you are all like me, planning to help him when he is in trouble one day. But I can't talk about his deeds until the sun sets again. Because Michael, the idiot known as the companion of the companion, the third sun of Eltoril, is dead!" "He died in unclear circumstances, and we can't even see his body! Before we can solve the mystery of the Hell Knight, another relative has fallen in a corner we never knew about!"

Having said that, Rex turned his horse's head and shouted towards the Flying Dragon Rock, "Flaming Fist, do I make myself clear? Can we cross the Flying Dragon Rock, reach Baldur's Gate, and retrieve our friend's body?"

Upon hearing this, the Flaming Fist soldiers at the city gate looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, a bold Flaming Fist soldier shouted, "Sir, we understand your feelings, but the rules of Feilongyan are very clear—lowering the drawbridge at night is not allowed. We cannot lower the bridge and open the gate without orders."

Rex had anticipated the Flaming Fist's reaction. He took a deep breath and shouted, "When searching for a murderer, the most important time is always the period immediately following death. The clues left on the body are disappearing with each passing second. You can use various rules to delay time, or even demand that we leave Baldur's Gate. This is all within your rights as Baldur's Gate's military."

"But there is one thing you need to think clearly about—"

"Someone died in the inner city of Baldur's Gate, how would we know? We're all stationed at Wyvern Rock!"

"Well, it's understandable that you want to clarify that you had nothing to do with this. We can leave."

"But, later, we will return. It's just that in this journey, the rage in our hearts will not die down! This blazing fire will only become a glowing ember, gathering momentum in silence. When we return, we will sail down the Chongsa River and visit you from the north bank, without having to cross this Flying Dragon Bridge. Then, you will be the ones stuck at Flying Dragon Rock, helpless!"

This dilemma clearly left the Flame Fist soldiers on the city wall helpless. Even though the voices on the wall were getting louder and louder, there was no progress at all.

One side became more and more noisy, while the other side gradually became quieter.

At this moment, a quiet voice rang out from the city wall: "Stop making noise! ​​Clear the way."

Then, cheers of relief rang out from the city walls.

Then, the face of an old wizard with white hair and beard appeared from the city wall.

Several colorful runestones swirled above his head, his features faintly visible in the dim light. "I am the Flame of the Flaming Fist, Elios de Karkoros. If you have any requests, you can speak to me."

This person's appearance obviously greatly surprised Rex. He hesitated for a moment, then immediately bowed and saluted: "... Acting Marshal, I didn't expect you to come so late at night..."

Before he could finish, the old wizard mercilessly interrupted him: "Are you surprised? Why? If you thought I wouldn't show up, why did you provoke Feilongyan in the middle of the night? Or was your purpose to provoke me?"

"This is what I want to ask. You clearly know that Ranyan might not arrive at Feilong Rock immediately, and without Ranyan's order, the Iron Hands of the Flame Fist and the Jingweis would not disobey orders and open the gate, yet you are still here talking nonsense..."

Karkoros slammed the staff in his hand against the stone wall. "Why?"

Twenty-seven Each with his own thoughts

In the howling night wind, the southern wall of Feilong Rock fell into a brief silence.

After the Marshal's deputy of the Flame Fist raised the question, he stood quietly on the city wall, waiting for the visitors' response.

As if sensing something, Eltoril's horses snorted continuously, their ears tilted back. Some of them paced restlessly in circles, even attempting to turn around.

Rex sighed softly, "Horses are intelligent and sensitive animals. Although Eltoril has given them sufficient desensitization training, they are still able to sense the approach of danger."

"Because I'm afraid of death." After a brief thought, Rex shouted loudly on his mount, "I have long since sworn in Eltoril to dedicate my life to the great god Torm, volunteering to do my best to spread justice, law, and passionate causes. Lord Torm has always taught us not to fear death and sacrifice, but he doesn't encourage us to die."

Rex spoke calmly, "We are filled with doubts, and a powerful wizard might be standing opposite us—what should we do? Notify him in advance, agree on a time and place, and then walk to the venue provided by others in a meticulous manner?"

He pulled the reins hard: "--I am very scared. I am afraid that I will show up for the appointment in bright clothes, but never come back. Others will not even know what happened to me. And when relatives come to ask, they can only get these few answers:"

"We didn't know he had been here; he had indeed been here, but then he left, his whereabouts unknown; we found out where he was going, but we don't know if anything happened along the way; we deeply regret his accidental death, but we have to spend time investigating the cause of his death; finally, for various reasons, we exhausted all means, but to no avail."

Rex uttered a series of sarcastic remarks quickly and clearly. With just a few words, the Flaming Fist soldiers on the city wall were enraged, and they began to spray foul language down without any scruples. The Flaming Fist soldiers were often more reserved in front of the citizens, but after all, the mercenaries had also struggled in this quagmire, so naturally they were quite proficient in this.

Rex stepped back, watching the shadows roll down the wall and into the surging Chongsa River. He shook his head and asked bluntly, "So, Lord Karkoros—allow me to ask you now: How far have you come in investigating the death of Lord Michael Craig?"

The old wizard looked around coldly, slammed his staff on the ground, and an invisible ripple emerged from the tip of his staff. The transparent distortion tore the moon's light into pieces, and then the ripple brought about a deafening roar, which instantly overwhelmed the noise on the Feilongyan city wall.

"--Quiet!"

Then, the old wizard's voice rang out slowly. His eyes swept coldly over the crowd, and Feilong Rock finally fell silent.

"Strictly speaking, it hasn't fully begun yet," Karkoros replied flatly. "His death is clearly related to supernatural factors. In this case, normal investigations are meaningless. But the Flaming Fist has been put on high alert. The priests of Helm had already begun to rush to the Ocean Tower. But just as we were about to notify all the Flaming Fist spellcasters, a mage suddenly left under the pretext of something."

At this point, Karkoros' voice finally rose. "And now, even we don't know the deceased's identity, and yet an envoy from Eltoril has suddenly arrived, attempting to bring charges against the Flaming Fist? Let me be frank: You who claim to be the messengers of justice, Eltoril, your actions at this moment appear suspicious in every way."

"That's true of me, too!" Rex retorted. "We, the envoys of Elturgard, are not insignificant in Baldur's Gate at this moment, even without boasting. And Michael Craig is the only Eltoril active in the inner city. And you actually say that you, as one of the most powerful people in all of Baldur's Gate, don't even know him?! He probably has more watchers around Baldur's Gate than our envoys!"

"Nonsense," Karkoros refuted without hesitation. "The reports I've received are piling up: Eltoril's emissaries lurking south of Rivendon, chaos within the Flaming Fist, the defense of the Baldur's Gate election, the deaths of Hell Knights, signs of dragon activity—why would I bother getting to know an Eltoril?"