Equipment Printing School Mage

Sig thought for a moment, then stepped forward, grabbed Emiya's hand, and raised it forcefully, waving it towards the two Flame Fists. "Well, you two, it's too late today. We'll meet in the Supreme Hall tomorrow!"

Emiya took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows slightly. "It's indeed abrupt for me to suggest this. I'll go back and weigh it carefully."

If Flame Fist had believed in him from the beginning, he wouldn't mind helping him out. But when they met again tomorrow, he would undoubtedly raise the price.

They had just walked down the bridge to Dragon Rock when Imoen's message reached Emya's mind from nowhere: "Very good, you have left Dragon Rock safely. Go to the Temple of Mirriel in the Twins' Hymn, I will wait for you."

Obviously, unlike in the past, this time Imoen was keeping an eye on their movements from beginning to end - perhaps because this action could indeed lead to a series of chain reactions.

Emiya couldn't help but ask back: [Even though we've only just met... I thought you would be more inclined to contact Mars?]

It was obvious that Mars was Adrian's student, and had followed this holy warrior for ten years. The two of them seemed to have no children and no students, so it was not an exaggeration to say that Mars was half-adopted son of Adrian.

Imoen's reply was also unusually straightforward: "He made me unable to see Adrien for ten years. I'm lucky I don't take revenge on him!"

[Is it okay to say that...?]

To put it mildly, the relationship between these two doesn't seem like they've been together for a hundred years, but more like they're still in love... Although for a couple, this probably isn't a bad thing.

As soon as they left the illuminated area of ​​Feilong Rock, they used the invisibility orb again to conceal their tracks. Sig was naturally familiar with the route to the Temple of Miril. He led them along a winding road of the Twin Hymns, turning a few corners, and finally arrived at their destination.

However, Imoen, who was always elusive, changed into a pink robe and leaned quietly against the wooden wall of the Temple of Mirriel, waiting for their arrival - she didn't look like a wizard, but more like a mysterious wanderer.

After checking her surroundings, Emiya couldn't help but ask, "...Miss Imoen, isn't it a bit too conspicuous for us to hold our meeting place at the entrance of someone else's temple?"

Imoen did not answer his question directly, but calmly said to the bard: "Sigur, how long has it been since you last visited the Temple of Mirriel?"

"Huh?" Sig nodded in confusion. "A while ago, the brothers and sisters from the Temple of Miril said they were preparing for a performance at the Oasis Theater and would be moving to the vicinity of Little Calimshan for the next while."

"Then your news is a bit delayed." Imoen turned slightly and took a look. "There was a bloody incident in the outer city. Almost the entire Mirriel Sacred Theater was killed. Only the playwright survived."

"Ah!?" Sig screamed almost immediately. "Have the criminals become so ruthless now? They're going to kill a group as harmless and impoverished as the Mirriel Sacred Troupe?!"

"What's even more bizarre is that their belongings and jewelry are intact." Imoen sighed. "According to Lorian's inquiries, this seems to be a murder of passion."

Sig couldn't help but choke. "—A murder of passion, resulting in the deaths of nearly ten people? Isn't this network of relationships a bit too complicated... Although their relationship is indeed complicated..."

"In the final analysis, this is a murder caused by a bizarre misfortune. I heard that the new play by the playwright from Myril, 'Toxic Love,' will be performed at the Oasis Theater in Little Calinshan in twenty days."

Mars' pupils shrank. "A bizarre misfortune? Wasn't Flame Fist's recent experience a deliberate attack?"

"I don't know." Imon said coldly, "My latest confirmed news: The third largest church in Baldur's Gate, the Church of Tymora, seems to be planning to leave Baldur's Gate in the near future."

Sig gasped. "Bensaba, the goddess of misfortune, has a new chosen one... I was just spreading this as gossip. Could it be true?"

"What follows is not suitable to be said here."

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Behind the thick walls, Imoen's roar echoed between the narrow walls. "I knew letting this extravagant wizard be the Marshal's deputy would cause trouble, but I didn't expect it would cause such a big problem! Hundreds of thousands of gold coins were transferred to the Flaming Fist in one go? Does the Baldur people's money just fall from the sky?"

Mars sighed: "Mr. Karkoros is actually quite easy to get along with. Is that why he became the acting marshal?"

"That's because he previously paid Slanica to support him. Therefore, he was an exceptionally wise and approachable mage. While his fellow mages were mostly just advisors, the strongest among them was active in Wangyang Tower and Feilong Rock year-round. Add to that his unrivaled strength within the Flame Fist, and it's perfectly reasonable for him to officially take the position of Marshal, let alone acting commander." Imoen pursed her lips. "But what happened after the Flame Fist... I don't think it was [misfortune], but simply a targeted attack."

She sighed. "Karkoros is a powerful mage, but he's still not qualified to be the Marshal of the Flaming Fist. Hundreds of sets of high-grade armor in good condition... Baldur's Gate isn't a battlefield, so how can we gather them so quickly? Furthermore, the Flaming Fist and the mages within the group are still mercenaries. If we specifically ask them to cast a spell to solve a problem, they still have to pay for the spellcasting service. Asking a mage like Karkoros to scour every city for armor? That would be just as expensive."

Emiya was silent for a moment, but finally decided to shamelessly raise the issue again: "Actually, I might be able to help solve the armor problem."

Apparently, his words were so bizarre that although Imoen's reaction was not as exaggerated as Karkoros's, there was absolutely no approval, only the same disbelief.

"...You can?" Imoen's eyes widened slightly. "How do we solve this?"

Emiya sighed. "I've used my magical skills fairly well, so it's relatively easy to use them to make weapons and armor. I think if I give it a try, I can probably turn in several hundred sets of armor within ten days."

"Are you serious?" Imoen asked in astonishment. "I can use the Divine Craft, and I've tried using it to make some souvenirs for Adrien... but the results aren't as good as if I carved them myself. Using the Divine Craft to create something is so awkward, it's like trying to cover your eyes and copy a scroll with your feet. Trying to use it to create anything even slightly more delicate is practically impossible!"

"You actually said you could?"

Thirty-fourth and sixth ring arcane scroll: Weapon Divided

Emilia answered with absolute certainty, "I can."

Mars shrugged. "--Although I don't like to praise others, I have to say that if I deny his extraordinary achievements, I will probably be directly judged as a broken oath."

Imoen's eyes shifted suspiciously between the two of them, and then she sighed.

"You two little ones are really quite convincing when you speak so seriously... I hope you won't use the same face when you lie in the future. Come with me."

With the movement of Imoen's fingers and a humming sound, a dim, dark door appeared on the wall of the secret room. Imoen simply waved at the group, signaling them to follow. Then, he stepped into the door on his own.

Mars and Sig had already walked into the door. Emilia was about to turn around and ask Yin what kind of spell Imoen had cast, but she found that her sleeve had been grabbed by someone first.

Miss Yin, who had been dozing off all night, now had a glint in her eyes. Just as Emiya was momentarily stunned, her second hand followed suit. "Can the spell of Uncanny Craftsmanship really be used to create precision objects?"

"I don't think anything that can be hammered out with a hammer can be considered particularly sophisticated..." Emilia flexed and stretched her arms in vain, but ended up pulling Yin all over the place. It was obvious that she had no intention of letting go.

He sighed and asked, "Using uncanny craftsmanship to create items... is this truly rare? After learning this spell, the first thing I thought of was using it to forge swords. I used steel to create a replica of the Confessor, and it went very smoothly, without any obstacles at all."

"In theory, there's no problem. This spell can definitely do that." Yin nodded, then shook his head violently. "But in reality, no wizard would go in that direction! Isn't the purpose of a craftsman's son becoming a wizard so he can stop being a craftsman in the future?"

In other words, in the Silver Age, doing so would be seen as a lack of ambition and a disgrace, and would be looked down upon by peers... although it's probably not much different now.

This reason is a bit too realistic.

But he didn't care about any of that. Not to mention that he'd only met less than five mages so far, and they were probably at least a thousand years older than him on average, and he didn't even know any mages his own age. The so-called social pressure was a joke.

Even if he knew her, he didn't care what others thought.

After struggling with Yin for a long time, he finally succeeded in dragging Yin into the door.

This portal is a door to a demiplane. A single spell creates a plane all its own. However, planes created this way cannot compare in size or power to true planes—technically, planes refer to the Material Plane, Hell, the Abyss, and Mount Celestial. Even the planet Toril cannot be called a plane—so, it can only be called a demiplane.

Imoen's demiplane wasn't very large, but it could still be called a house. Its decor was more like a castle: renovated stone slabs made up the entire demiplane. However, it was clearly used solely as a warehouse. Wooden cabinets stacked one upon another blocked Emiya's view.

Of course, what is even more eye-catching is the countless collections on the wooden cabinets - rings, amulets, potions, scrolls, clothes, and wands.

If buyers could be found for these collections, they could easily fill the financial gap of the Flame Fist - however, with magical items, it is often extremely difficult for buyers to find sellers, and sellers to find buyers.

Yin's gaze was instantly drawn to the collection on it, and he nodded as he looked at it: "Oh - this is what the magic items look like now. Some of the shapes haven't changed much..."

As she spoke, she began to criticize, "There are just too many things related to necromancy."

"I have no interest in necromancy. But Adrian and I's enemies do." Imoen's voice drifted from behind the wooden cabinets. "Those red-robed bald fellows at Sel have become increasingly interested in necromancy in recent years. It's turning what was once a gold mine into a mountain of garbage. It's simply absurd. It seems Adrian's Holy Slash hasn't slain them enough."

The only people who dare to compare the notorious Red Mage to a mountain of gold are the Sons of Bhaal, who are even more notorious in Faerun.

While mercilessly mocking the glorious deeds of the red-robed wizard, Imoen walked out of the wooden cabinet, and Mars followed her with several heavy metal ingots in his hands.

Imon took the piece from Mars and gestured to Emiya with difficulty: "I definitely don't have ordinary steel ingots here. This piece of cold iron that can restrain fairies is already the most common one - try it. Mars, is there anything you want? I'll give this cold iron ingot to you."

"Aha……"

Mars originally thought that he was just here to do hard labor, but he didn't expect to be given such a valuable gift so easily. He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Imoen..." Mars hesitated for a long time, his face flushed red, and finally he mustered up the courage to say to Imoen's youthful face that showed no trace of time, "Master's wife, thank you very much."

"Heh." Imoen shook his head. "That's enough for me. Go on."

Mars looked at Emilia and replied, "Emmia actually gave me a set of armor and a sword before. But the situation was urgent at the time, so she only made a half-handed sword. If it were now, I would like to help forge another cold iron two-handed greatsword - if there is time, it would be even better if it can be enchanted."

Emiya's face flushed slightly and she coughed lightly: "Sorry, I should have started doing these things earlier."

"No, I don't mean to blame you," Mars replied seriously. "When I signed the contract, I expected the equipment update cycle to be several months or even a year. We've been so busy these past few days that we haven't had time to sleep, and you've only just been promoted to the Fifth Ring. Of course, you don't have time to make weapons for me, so I have no intention of blaming you at all."

Having said this, he paused and said, "Of course, now that I have this opportunity, I won't hesitate."

"That's a familiar request." Imoen laughed and tossed the cold iron ingot over. "How long will it take you?"

Emiya shrugged.

He looked at the metal ingots flying in the air and gently clasped his hands together.

He had seen Mars wielding a two-handed giant sword countless times, and he didn't even need to think about the form.

With a little attention, the properties of cold iron are deeply imprinted in the mind.

The physical properties of cold iron are almost identical to those of steel, requiring no additional adjustments. The true difference between cold iron and steel lies in something more... subtle.

Under the gazes of the crowd, the cold iron ingot seemed to melt while still in mid-air and splashed in all directions, rapidly stretching and deforming in mid-air.

The flame-shaped blade, the intricate and gorgeous guard like a vine, the wide hilt that is large enough to accommodate Mars's hands, but it is deliberately made thin in order to add leather in the future, and finally an extra weight is added for easy swinging - all the most important parts of the two-handed giant sword are formed in mid-air.

By the time the cold iron ingot landed in Emiya's hands, it had become a two-meter-long, frigid weapon. From the moment it left Imoen's hand to the moment it became a murderous weapon, only a few seconds elapsed.

Emiya gathered her strength and held the weapon horizontally in her hand. "I can only manipulate one substance at a time. The animal hide covering the hilt can only be refilled later. I'm afraid it's still unusable now."

The demiplane fell into a brief silence.

Among all the people present, only Mars had seen this rare miracle, and Yin just missed the opportunity for him to use his supernatural powers.

But this scene, even in this fantasy world, obviously challenges the limits of imagination.

Even if someone could do it, it shouldn't be a wizard of Emiya's level.

"...hiss..." Imoen reached out and slowly covered his mouth. "This is outrageous. How could the thing I made with such incredible skill be such garbage that it's hard to even chop for firewood..."

Xige was even more straightforward. He started counting on his fingers, his eyes gleaming with gold. "One full-body plate armor is 1,500 gold coins. Flaming Fist needs a thousand pieces of plate armor... That's a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million...?! I'm going to be rich? I'm going to be rich?! I can eat gold for food from now on?!"

And Yin's speech was even more earth-shattering.

She had been following behind Emilia and had simply grabbed Emilia's waist and shook her violently: "Hey! Hey! Emilia!"

"Have you ever thought about turning charcoal into diamonds?! Have you ever thought about turning charcoal into diamonds? If you don't have a project yet, why not make this your next one?! Okay! Magic is meant to perform miracles. It's a waste to use it only to create armor and weapons!"

"Even if I succeed, if this magical artifact is judged to be a fake diamond, I will be blacklisted by all the churches and gods in Toril! By the way, how do you know that diamonds are also carbon?"

"Then let's take a step back! Take a step back! How about considering compressing the speed of creating magic items to within a few seconds? The goal is to allow all Toril residents to use magic items!"

"That's too far-fetched!"

Just as Yin was in ecstasy, Miss Imoen fell into thought.

She pondered for a moment, then quickly walked to the bookcase. After a while, she came back holding a scroll box that was obviously quite heavy.

She opened the scroll box, revealing a mountain of magic scrolls. She searched inside for a long time before finally pulling out the one she wanted with satisfaction.

She held the scroll in her hand and slowly unfolded it. "This is an arcane scroll. Many years ago, Adrian and I seized it from the Cyrans. It has six rings and is called Divide the Blade. Although I have a rough understanding of the function of this spell, I am completely confused about its principle. It is clearly an arcane spell, but I cannot decipher it."

"I wouldn't be willing to leave such a wonderful product unsolved until I've uncovered its secrets, but I've been making no progress, so it's been kept with me. Emiya, have you reached the sixth ring?"

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "Miss Imoen, I just reached the fifth ring less than ten days ago."

Even if a genius is promoted very quickly, it is unlikely to rise two levels in just over ten days.

"It's best not to. This kind of promotion speed is often accompanied by mountains of blood and gore. I don't want to see Baldur's Gate turned into a living hell." Imoen shook the scroll in his hand. "Anyway, take this scroll. I think only a weirdo like you can successfully decipher it."

Emiya held the giant sword and glanced at Mars. The paladin, whose hands were still full, could only shrug: he obviously couldn't take the giant sword now.

Emiya sighed, used levitation to freeze the giant sword in mid-air, and took the mysterious scroll that even a Nine-Ring Mage couldn't understand. "So, what is the effect of this spell?"

Imoen looked at the ink on the back of the scroll and said in a somewhat bleak tone, "The spell on this scroll can theoretically replicate a bladed weapon that the caster has touched or seen."

Mars behind Imoen said casually: "This spell is nothing special, Emilia can do it now..."

Having said that, Mars paused for a moment, his voice filled with disbelief: "...It's impossible that the enchantment above can also be copied."

"Otherwise, this scroll wouldn't be worthy of me keeping it for decades. Unfortunately, there's something even stranger." Imoen carefully placed the scroll in Emiya's hands. "The scroll claims that if the caster has ever seen the original owner wield a weapon, they can infuse the original owner's martial arts into the weapon when casting the spell. They can even give the weapon to someone else to use."

"Ha!" Hearing this, Mars couldn't help but laugh out loud, the metal ingots in his hands clanging non-stop. "This spell is a bit... too arrogant, huh, right? Just by seeing it once, you can copy the martial arts of the original user? This can be done with just the eyes? Is this really something that arcane magic can do?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, I do think so." Imoen sighed softly and said to Emya, "Perhaps you have a chance to learn this spell? You are already the most weapon-savvy wizard I have ever met. Even if you fail, this scroll will just be left to gather dust somewhere else. It won't do me any harm."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, then took the spell solemnly: "I am very interested in this spell. I will try to decipher it as soon as possible."

"Then I'm afraid you'll have some time to wait." Imoen yawned unhappily. "--You guys, it's time to get some rest. I'll give you the pile of metal ingots in Mars's hand as well. Fine gold, mithril... I've also spent a lot of money tonight. As for turning them into armor and weapons, or the most luxurious way, into guitar strings, it's up to you. Do whatever you want with them."

"Tomorrow, you will go to the High Hall in the Upper City and listen in on the quarrel of the Council of Four at Baldur's Gate. Present my ring in the hall, and you will be guided."

Author's Note: *Note: Regarding adamantine and mithril, a DND expert once boasted about this: [Adamantine, judging by its properties, is likely a titanium alloy. Mithril, on the other hand, is an aluminum alloy. However, this book will not adopt such a realistic statement.]

**Note: This spell, called Double Steel, might seem a bit déjà vu today, and given the protagonist's identity, it seems like something the author made up... but it's actually a legitimate DND spell, even a legitimate Faerûn spell. In fact, it's a rare spell from the Seven Sisters and Harpers. You can find it in the adnd2e spellbook. However, in this book, its background has been adjusted, and its connection to the Harpers has been removed.

Additionally, this spell is of the evocation type.

Thirty-five people are the bustling streets of the Supreme Hall

Baldur's Gate is an out-and-out commercial city-state - the cities and countries neighboring it often have large tracts of farmland and villages outside the city, but Baldur's Gate has shown an astonishing concentration of resources in this era.

From the outer city to the upper city, within a vast area of ​​nearly ten kilometers in radius, anything that occurs there, as long as it is considered impossible to resolve privately, will be submitted to the Supreme Hall in the upper city and jointly discussed and decided by the four-member Council of Baldur's Gate.

The so-called High Hall bears some subtle resemblance to the Friendly Arm—years ago, it was a towering fortress. Thick rock formed the solid outer walls of this famous Baldur's Gate landmark.

The Flaming Fist knew this fortress better than any other faction within Baldur's Gate, and the reason was simple: this fortress had previously been the Flaming Fist's headquarters.