Equipment Printing School Mage

Mars hesitated for a moment: "If I use the prayer technique..."

The wizard's wish spell is almost universally recognized as one of the most powerful spells, and can be said to be the embodiment of all wishes coming true.

The bad news is that this wish is also one of the mage's most unstable spells.

Hearing this, Imoen's eyebrows shot up. "Wish?! Are you really from Candlekeep? When I was in Candlekeep, 'One Hundred Ways to Die by Wishing' was a popular publication! I wouldn't use a wish in a situation as complicated as Emya's!"

Mars was silent.

In fact, in Candlekeep, the book "One Hundred Ways to Die by Wishes" has already reached the sixth volume.

After rebuking the Candlekeep-born paladin, Imoen glanced around, then glanced at the crowded Ocean Tower. He immediately said, "Take those captives and follow me immediately! The Flaming Fist has been infiltrated on all sides, and we can't let them know."

At this moment, Yin glanced at Emiya, who looked as if she were dead, and suddenly said, "The suspended animation technique only stops diseases and poisons. But Emiya is also cursed."

"Huh?!" This time, even Imoen was shocked.

She walked quickly towards Emilia, took a closer look, and couldn't help but sigh.

Emiya was clearly in a state of suspended animation; her body functions had completely stopped developing and she was not easily harmed by the outside world.

Even in this situation, black smoke with a sulfurous smell came out of her wound.

The Archmage pursed his lips and said, "This is extremely rare."

But cursing is much easier to deal with.

She waved her sleeves, lifting the curses that came from nowhere, and thought about it.

"—Protect the three short thorns. These three short thorns are probably very special, so they must be carefully protected. ... And we need a real healer... a healer... reliable, willing to work hard, and willing to keep secrets... Damn it, what if Gutenberg doesn't want to get involved in this?"

Which pastor to find to save them is obviously a big problem.

The adventurer priest is unreliable, his strength is uncertain, and there is no place to find him in a hurry.

And the priests of the church? The interests within Baldur's Gate were now entangled in a tangled mess, and it was impossible to tell who was reliable and who was not.

Mars hesitated for a moment and said, "...Actually, we have an agreement with Fenwë, the new Archdruid of the Sharptooth Forest Circle. She is willing to provide us with any medical assistance she can free of charge. Well, if it was Emya who was dying, she would probably be more proactive."

"Huh?" This time, Imoen was truly shocked. "An Archdruid? Why? A free agreement? Even Adrian's services in the Church of Mystra weren't completely free. Why?"

Sig, standing nearby, yelled, "What the hell? Aren't all druids considered unappealing and unsightly? They'll scold you if you eat meat in the forest! And our team even has this kind of perk?"

Mars was silent for a moment, then replied, "About this... you should ask Emiya herself."

Forty-nine Reunions and Reorganization

It is a very special experience to have your body completely shut down.

At first, he simply lost control of his lungs and felt the air circling in vain in his mouth, but no longer being inhaled into his body as usual.

-Although this was already deadly enough-but he soon vaguely realized that this was just the beginning.

It was as if all his bones had disappeared, and he was slumped to the ground, completely powerless.

He was still instinctively trying to control his body, but he couldn't feel any feedback. He just felt as if he was in the deep sea, with the ocean and the sky pressing down on him - perhaps because his body could no longer move, or perhaps his brain had gone on strike altogether.

Or perhaps, the so-called ocean and sky that oppressed him were actually his own body.

But at the same time, his body fell into severe stiffness, unable to move like a piece of wood, and even the smallest muscles in his body were tightly taut.

But the result is the same - his consciousness still exists, but the body no longer belongs to him.

The good news was that this process didn't last long. Soon, his neural feedback began to become completely chaotic.

It was like having a high fever of over 40 degrees Celsius, and countless psychedelic images, real or fake, were flooding into my mind.

Sometimes he drifted along the fetid river, struggling to breathe, and sometimes he seemed to be tumbling from the top of a cliff, falling from one world to another under the rush of a waterfall.

The stench of sulfur and the alternation of cold and heat were slowly peeling off every part of his body like a rusty brush.

He was in great pain, but he was still alive.

So, he could only experience the pain of all his nerves being tortured.

He may have fallen from the continent seven or eight times, but the journey seemed endless.

He fell again. He had even become accustomed to the feeling of being caught by gravity from an unreachable height—it was nothing more than another long, endless fall. Only when he had completely forgotten he was falling would he crash into the fetid river again.

Maybe next time he would simply be crushed to pieces on dry ground. But time and time again, death refused to come - as if two silk threads kept pulling him, preventing him from falling to the bottom of the world.

However, this time the fall was indeed a little different.

The world of extreme heat and cold quietly became mild, and the stench of sulfur turned into the fragrance of forest grass.

He fell into the encirclement of tall trees. A large net made of vines blocked his way below, slowly extending downwards, gently blocking his fall completely.

At the same time, vague sounds began to invade his world.

Several voices became clearer and clearer.

It seemed to be the voices of several women.

"...Should he be rescued?"

"Perhaps so... Just in case, I'll use it again to neutralize the poison. That dagger is coated with far too many toxins. While most aren't rare, the quantity is overwhelming. Including the ones he managed to resist, the total number might be closer to a hundred... I don't know how they managed to coat a single dagger with so many poisons, but they did. The demons of the Nine Hells are truly not a group I can fathom."

After another warm current, Emilia first understood what it meant to awaken.

A faint light shone through his eyes, pulling him out of his deep dream. His brain began to warm up, but unfortunately his limbs were still out of control.

Both female voices sounded familiar, but Mr. Emiya's brain hadn't fully recovered yet, so even though the names of the two women were on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't call them out.

However, he still struggled hard, trying to break free from the suffocating powerlessness. However, his efforts were first discovered by the person in front of him.

At this moment, a third voice hummed. After a moment, it became clearer, as if freed from its restraints: "Emiya is awake."

After a brief silence, a calmer adult female voice replied:

"Perhaps. However, he was just tortured to the point of death by poison. Even if the poison is cured, he still needs to rest. Moreover, Archdruid Fenwe, he has been rescued now, and that is enough - your situation is not much safer than his. The priests of Baldur's Gate are more than enough to deal with his situation now. You should be cautious with the forces of nature... This is not your circle."

...Fenwei.

This name served as an anchor, successfully bringing Emiya back to reality.

Another woman, who sounded about the same age, was stunned for a moment before sighing, "I understand...but at least I don't have to go back right away, right?"

"I have no right to give you orders." The calmer woman was obviously very satisfied. She then asked the voice that had been whining, "Miss Yin, can you give up your plan now?"

"Huh!" Perhaps because the restraints on her mouth had been ripped off, the girl, finally free, breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, she began to yell like a machine gun, "Why are you tying me up? What's wrong with what I said?"

The other two were stunned for a moment, then retorted in unison: "You're planning to burn him to ashes and then regenerate him, and you still think you're not wrong?!"

"What have I done wrong?! Toxins rely on the body to take effect, so if I just burn the corresponding body and regenerate it, of course it will be cured."

Wait wait wait!

Someone's whimsical treatment plan quickly sobered Mr. Emiya up.

What do you mean by burning something with fire and then regenerating it? Isn't this treatment too radical?!

A woman shouted angrily, "I've only heard of this treatment being used to treat Mind Flayer tadpole parasites, never to treat poison! Who were you before?"

Emiya understood that if he didn't wake up, when he would become an experimental platform would all depend on the mood of these people.

The girl showed no sign of remorse and immediately retorted, "What's wrong? I've never had any problems using this method before!"

"Have you tried?!"

"What's wrong?! I've even tried it on several people and nothing happened to them. They all said it worked great! I just don't know why they don't want to use it anymore."

Praise be to fate, Miss Yin now has absolutely no ability to regenerate others—not even to burn them to ashes.

However, it is precisely people at this stage who are most likely to get into trouble.

"Uh……"

Emiya wanted to make a sound to announce her presence, but unfortunately her vocal organs had not yet fully started working, so she could only make a hoarse and low voice like a skeleton.

However, this hoarse voice immediately attracted the attention of the three people present.

One of them rushed over almost immediately, hugged him without saying anything, and whispered in his ear: "Emya? How do you feel now?"

The scent of green grass and flowers made Emilia feel dizzy. He hesitated for a long time: "...Fenwei?"

The Archdruid of Sharptooth Forest was stunned for a moment, then hugged her tighter: "Your first reaction was... I'm very happy.

Then, she lowered her voice a little: "Also, I heard that before you fell, you were calling my name. I didn't expect I was so charming."

His current condition was still very bad, but he still tried his best to squeeze out his exhausted brain.

The last thing he did before he fell was calling Fenwei's name. He must have been thinking about something at that time, which is why he blurted it out at that time.

Assassin, assassination, devil.

The things I could recall immediately swirled around in my mind for a while before finally connecting them together: "...Right. Right. Has the forest... been attacked?"

Fenwë is the Archdruid of the Fangwood Circle. If the demons attack them, perhaps the demons have realized the demise of Korhal... They may try to eliminate the threat posed by the new circle represented by Fenwë to their plans.

Contact Fenway now.

This is what he was really thinking before he collapsed.

Fenwei's body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly figured out the key points. The smile on her face became even brighter, but she hugged Emilia with increasing strength, gradually evolving from a gentle embrace to a bear hug that was intended to strangle her spine. "I knew it! Thinking of me before you fell... That can't happen to you!"

At this time, Yin's voice sounded dissatisfied: "So, can you let me down now? I understand your previous actions, but I will be really angry if you tie me up again."

Emiya blinked hard, and then she could see the current situation clearly.

He seemed to be in a stone house of some size, the faint light of the crescent moon shining through the silk curtains into his eyes.

"How long have I been unconscious?! What happened during that time?"

He didn't sleep through the entire Baldur's Gate incident, did he?!

He was currently lying on a soft and elastic bed in the stone house, while Yin was pinned down firmly by dense vines at the other end of the room—although he wasn't actually tied up, he couldn't move either.

The third person present was, of course, Imoen. The great wizard was sitting leisurely on a chair in the stone house.

Imoen replied leisurely, "The way the world works is completely different in the eyes of ordinary people and in the magical world.

"Ordinary people think that minor illnesses should be treated, but serious illnesses that affect work require going to church to seek help from the priest. If you are unwell, staying in bed for several days is common."

Yin replied, "But someone like you, even if you were once on the verge of death, would be able to jump around again in no time. So, it was less than an hour after you collapsed. However, Sig and Mars were both so exhausted that they could hardly move. They cast spells frantically for several minutes without interruption until they had drained every last bit of magic power from their bodies. They are now resting in a nearby house."

Imoen added, "This is one of my safe houses—you should be safe."

"...Huh." After receiving this reply, Emilia tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but could only utter a short, hoarse sound, "...Okay. I should... express my gratitude..."

Then, he paused for a moment, and finally remembered that he hadn't asked the most important question yet: "...Fenwei? Why are you here?"

Fenwei's face was visibly displeased by her first words. She leaned back, then turned and waved, letting the vines binding Yin retract through the window. She replied, "I'm collecting the body of a nasty individual—though I rushed here as quickly as possible. When I saw you, you were practically a dried corpse—your breathing and pulse had stopped. Technically, you were dead. If it weren't for your two teammates, who were so tirelessly using healing magic to keep you alive, we'd be discussing resurrection instead of detoxification."

At this point, her cheek twitched slightly, and she pursed her lips and held Emilia's hand: "I have never seen a dagger like that. But I have seen its power... Just a tiny scratch can have such power. What a terrifying weapon, the only one I have ever seen in my life..."

At this point, her face flushed slightly and she scratched her cheek quietly: "Although, my knowledge is not that broad."

Imoen sighed, "While the Archdruid was busy, I managed to analyze the spoils you captured—this dagger, I've never seen it before, but it's probably the devil's latest creation. It's been imbued with countless toxins in a way I can't fathom. Most of them aren't meant to have permanent effects, or are incurable."

"Their thinking was very clear - quick onset of action, quick death."

Fenwei added, "The rest are the exact opposite—they have no immediate effect, but only seek to leave a permanent mark on you. I detected a large amount of addictive hallucinogens on that dagger... so I had to use a spell to remove the effects of those hallucinogens for you."

This time, he had truly walked around the door of death - it could even be said that the god of death, Kelemvor, had probably sent a guide for his soul.

Now it seems that Death may have to wait a little longer.

I hope it will be a few more years, not just a few more days.

Emiya struggled to get up, but found that she didn't even have the strength to lift the blanket on her body - she was still moving like an empty shell -

"You're completely exhausted," Imoen concluded simply. "Of course, theoretically, you could urgently recover by asking a priest to cast a few Greater Restoration spells... but unfortunately, this is a sensitive time. Priests everywhere are almost all preparing for war. They won't easily use so many high-level spells on strangers. And revealing your identity? Then your condition will probably be exposed to everyone in no time."

She tapped her palms lightly. "In the eyes of the devil, you should be dead by now. This is a rare opportunity."

"How could this be an opportunity?!" Emiya was confused and couldn't understand it immediately. "The enemy is already so unscrupulous—"

"Of course it's an opportunity." Imoen shook his head. "You should have noticed that Karkoros isn't really good at communicating with people. But now he's tied down by his position as acting marshal, and as a result, he's been forced to do what he's least good at."

"Actually, I don't understand why they would commit the crime in front of Wangyang Tower. I can only explain this as serving not Baldur's Gate's plan, but the devil's larger plan. This assassination will obviously cause chaos in Baldur's Gate for a while. But during this time, everyone's plans will be thrown into chaos by this assassination."

Fenwei hesitated for a moment and asked, "Madam...what if things don't go as you planned?"

Imoen replied without hesitation, "Don't worry. I'm not just monitoring Emya's group—leaving Karkoros aside, I'm also keeping an eye on the others."

Emiya was stunned for a moment: "--Even including the Council of Four?"