Equipment Printing School Mage

"Including the Council of Four, of course." Imoen waved a finger with a smile. "I heard everything you said in the High Hall clearly - otherwise, how could I have arrived in time to rescue you?"

This kind of harpist is a bit scary. Emilia could only complain in her heart.

Miss Imoen, however, clearly didn't think her actions were wrong. She threw Emiya's dimensional bag at him, swishing him in the face. "Use this precious time to improve yourself. You were recently promoted to the fifth ring, and instead of seizing the opportunity to learn all your fifth ring spells, you're busy running around. That's sheer nonsense. Can a dead person save the world?"

"Haa..." Emiya knew she was in the wrong and could only sigh.

In reality, the spell power of a mage's various levels is quite uneven. Several even-numbered levels are clearly weaker. He should have learned at least dozens of fifth-level spells. This trip to Baldur's Gate was truly too hasty.

"And what about the assassin?"

This time, Imoen was silent.

After a long pause, she finally replied, "By the time I arrived, their heads had already shattered on their own. Scarlet liquid flowed onto the ground, outlining the divine emblem of Baal and a bloody number."

"Perhaps, one of these assassins is also a son of Baal."

Emiya sighed deeply - judging from the enemy's style of action, they probably wouldn't leave such an obvious flaw.

However, he was still unwilling to give up his most unique skill: "Can I see those short spears? I'm curious about their casting process."

"Of course, this is your specialty and your trophy. But please be careful. If you get cut again, you might lose your life—although I don't think you can tell anything."

Meanwhile, Yin, while massaging his numb limbs, remarked, "Those short thorns are certainly worth a look... They appear to be divine artifacts."

"Oh...ah? Ah?" Several people present jumped up at the same time. "What do you think those short thorns are?!"

Fifty Artifacts: Debt Collector

Even though Emiya was more or less accustomed to Yin Yu's shocking way of speaking, this sentence still made him feel dizzy and fall backwards.

Artifact, a term that carries a lot of weight even in Faerun, appeared too hastily.

Fenwei took the opportunity to hold him in his arms and asked Yin: "-Are you serious?"

Archdruid Fenwë is well aware of the mystery of silver.

With just a slight wave of her hand, she easily made the sacred oak tree complete hundreds or thousands of years of growth in just a few minutes - this powerful and mysterious power was something she had never seen before.

Therefore, her attitude towards silver is actually quite complicated - on the one hand, although bank matters are strange, that's all, and she almost never pretends to be profound. There are even many times when she can be said to be ignorant of the world or even willful, making people feel that she is indeed a little girl.

On the other hand, she clearly harbored a deep secret, one so heavy she dared not dwell on it. When she faced Yin, her attitude was formal: "I don't mean to object, but it's just a little... hard to believe."

Imoen raised her eyebrows slightly at the Archdruid's subtle attitude. But she didn't say anything further, simply shaking her head. "In that case, it seems I'll have to wake up the two sleeping little ones—I'm sure they don't want to miss the moment of witnessing the artifact with their own eyes."

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"Where is the artifact?! Where is the artifact?! And, how much money can I get from selling this artifact?! This is outrageous! Ever since I changed jobs, I've been living out of poverty one day and becoming rich the next, but before those three days are even up, I'm already seeing artifacts?!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

No matter how hard or tiring it is, the person who will immediately be revived to full health and rush over without stopping when they hear about the treasure - except for the bard lady in the team, there will naturally be no one else.

The bard strode out the door and kicked it aside with a bang: "Where is the artifact?!"

Imoen's angry voice followed immediately: "Sieg! I'm warning you, there are neighbors near this safe house. Don't mess around and expose your location!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." The bard's voice dropped for a moment, but then rose again. "So there really is a divine weapon? Where is it?"

As soon as she broke in, she saw Fenwei pinching a few raspberries, opening his mouth slightly, trying to put the magic berries into Emilia's mouth.

And Yin was sitting on the other side of the room, looking unhappy.

The bard was stunned for a moment, and at this moment he showed his professional qualities as a poet.

She turned around and left without hesitation: "I took the wrong way, I took the wrong way, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"What do you mean by wrong?" Emilia swallowed the berries that had been stuffed into her mouth with difficulty. "What are you thinking about?"

Fenwei said with a smile: "I just fed and treated the injuries of a patient with limited mobility. I didn't do anything else."

Silver said, "I think that Godberry is one of the stupidest spells in the world... Who would need that pitiful bit of recovery power? Seeing someone actually use this spell to heal injuries is unbearable torture."

Fenwei sighed and retorted, "Miss Yin, you're wrong. The healing effect of the Godberry technique isn't particularly significant, but it's perfectly suitable for rescuing slightly injured animals! One Godberry can give them a full meal and heal their wounds. It's very useful in everyday situations!"

"No, why are you arguing about this?" Sig's facial expression changed several times. Finally, he pulled his face and forced his expression from disappointment back to his previous high-pitched expression. "So, where is the artifact? These days, these assassins have to carry artifacts to kill people? And there are such wealthy people?"

"Because, in their opinion, these assassins shouldn't have died here." Mars followed behind Sig, his face tense as if he was about to yawn. "I kept reviewing the game before falling asleep... I just feel that this victory was too lucky.

"These assassins remained invisible until their deaths. Their invisibility seemed permanent... and they wore almost no protective gear. This made their movements almost completely silent.

"Then, they only need to quietly inflict a tiny wound on the target's body, and then leave just as quietly... This assassination method is almost impossible for weaker individuals."

Having said that, Mars couldn't help but take a breath and looked at the person who first issued the warning: "Xige, you saved our lives."

"Thank you very much. Miss Yin should be more sensitive to their activities anyway, and her reaction won't be much slower than mine."

To Emiya's surprise, Sig showed no signs of boasting or taking credit for his achievements. She coughed softly, "I don't want the extra bonus. Anyway, whether I give this artifact away or keep it for myself, I can definitely earn enough money..."

"Of course," Emiya replied. "That's what we agreed on. If a piece of equipment can be used—whether it's kept for ourselves or passed on to outsiders—the profits generated must be quantified and divided equally among the entire team. But I must say, this weapon looks very hot... If we have to keep it and let it gather dust, we won't have anywhere to share the profits."

"Oh, you're looking down on our Lady Adrian's financial resources!" Sig quickly retreated to the door and respectfully invited Imoen into the stone house. "—I won't say more, Lady Adrian, just one! Just one! Are you interested?"

"Under different circumstances, I would have said: I will give you a short thorn as a reward for my rescue." Imoen reached out his hand without hesitation and flicked Sig's forehead. "I'm not that easy to deceive. Put your thoughts aside. I won't say anything until the appraisal is complete. And this may not be a divine artifact."

Yin's eyebrows shot up: "I told you, this must be a divine weapon!!!"

Before the situation inexplicably flared up, Emiya struggled to clap her hands. "So, can we get started?"

Such advanced magical items, of course, need to be appraised.

The so-called identification is nothing more than these few steps.

In the first step, if there are knowledgeable people in your team, they may be able to recognize the origin of this magic item just by looking at its appearance. The subsequent steps can be skipped.

In fact, with the team Emilia was in, most magic items could be identified at this stage—Emiia had learned a great deal from her teacher. Paladins weren't particularly good at this, but Mars was a rare exception. With the two of them present, even the most common magic items were easily recognized.

If the first step fails, then you need to go to the second step.

Second step: First-level Arcane Identification—This spell is one of the most popular services among low-level mages. This spell allows the mage to know the full magical properties of the item before him. Often, this information is enough for the current owner to use it as desired, avoiding magical traps that might kill the unsuspecting user.

Next, if you want to know more detailed information about this magic item - such as its history, its origin, and its previous owner - then you must use a higher-level arcane spell, such as Legend of Mir.

Now, they are now in step two.

The three short spears had been previously stored by Mars in Emia's dimensional cave. Imoen carefully placed the three extremely dangerous short weapons on a small table in the room with her mage's hand. Then, she pulled a scroll box from her waist, pulled out a scroll of identification, and read it in front of the short spears.

The scroll of identification dissipated in the wind, and everyone's eyes stayed on Imoen's face.

Imoen was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "Identification spell, no results returned."

Emiya and Mars both gasped, while Silver's face was filled with smugness. Sig had already started cheering.

Fenwë was stunned for a moment. She knew very little about this kind of magical knowledge that was more focused on daily life—after all, druids mostly lived in their own forests, rather than seeking help from mages. She whispered in Emiya's ear, "Why are you all reacting so strongly? Didn't they identify it?"

"No," Emilia replied, "First of all, the Identify spell is effective on the vast majority of magical items, with almost no exceptions. The only exception is..."

"Identification magic cannot identify artifacts."

Imoen shook his head and pulled out two more scrolls, dropping them on the remaining two short spikes.

The results are exactly the same.

Three magical weapons.

This fact made Emiya feel dizzy.

This is obviously beyond common sense.

Artifacts aren't just objects created by gods. Generally speaking, they can also be created by mortals. However, each artifact is unique and inevitably comes with its own legendary stories.

However, three almost identical broken thorns lay quietly in front of them.

The jet-black handle, forged from hellish steel, is almost completely invisible in the darkness of night.

And the spikes are also so thin that they are almost transparent.

Even in the hands of an enemy without stealth capabilities, this is a terrifying weapon that is equally difficult to detect.

Now, they have reached the third step.

Imoen pondered and pulled out the fourth scroll: "Knowing the legend——"

The scroll peeled off and dissipated in the air, transforming into a mysterious matrix surrounded by ivory in mid-air, enclosing the three short thorns. In the milky white light, Imoen gave the information she had received.

"This weapon is called the Debt Collector."

Emiya blinked in surprise—the name was somewhat ambiguous.

"The wise man who lurked by the river finally waited for an opportunity that would never come back, and ascended to the highest position. His long-cherished wish finally came true. Thus, he created this weapon and gifted it to his subordinates."

"He has already placed too much debt in the world, and now he needs help collecting it—perhaps these debt collectors are themselves debtors."

"Those who wield these weapons will gather the souls of all who fall from their blades and deliver them into the hands of the All-Knowing One."

The more powerful the magical item, the more mysterious and vague the legends given by the legend master. In theory, vague references like the current one, which almost completely do not involve the true name, only occur for the most powerful magical items.

Then, Edmonton paused. "Those who do not enjoy exploiting the rules are forbidden to use this weapon, or they will be burned by the flames of hell."

"Oh..." Sig, who had been cheering, suddenly became sad. "My money... Lord Imoen? Would you like to keep one for your collection? Hey? Hey? Hey?"

To translate, this weapon is limited to lawful evil.

In Faerun, many weapons and garments choose their masters, the most typical examples being a paladin's holy sword and a mage's robes.

The robes of the Archmage of Karkoros are only allowed to be worn by those of good alignment, and the holy sword of the paladin is just an ordinary iron sword if it does not meet its master.

To translate it again, these three weapons were smashed in their hands - how could they have any lawful evil allies?

Imoen was silent for a moment, then continued, "The so-called sharp edge is but a deception. Steel is like dust before the blade."

As he spoke, the great wizard controlled the wizard's hand, tentatively raised a short spear, and stabbed it into the stone table.

The hilt of the sword, made of hell steel, collided cleanly with the stone table.

The sword tip had already sunk into the stone table.

This weapon seems to be able to ignore the obstruction of entities.

This horrifying truth made Mars touch his neck uncontrollably: "... During the pursuit, I used the shield technique to protect myself once and withstood a counterattack..."

Obviously, if he had chosen to use armor to resist...Emia would not be the only one who was poisoned.

Emiya sighed and looked in Yin's direction: "...Yin, you are right, but how did you know that these three weapons are artifacts?"

"It's obvious," Yin replied, his eyes shining as he stared at the Debt Collector's blade. "For these three weapons, the runes and blades are one and the same. In other words, the weapons weren't forged first and then enchanted. They were directly created as magical weapons, from nothing. Such items are clearly artifacts. Artifacts are extremely difficult to destroy, but the downside is that if they are destroyed, it's completely impossible to repair... You could say there are pros and cons to each?"

The magic rune and the blade are one. Once damaged, it is impossible to repair.

Silver's unintentional words passed through Emiya's mind.

Then he shuddered uncontrollably.

Actually, he has another sword that seems to fit this description.

Confessor.

There are huge problems with his understanding of the confessor's condition.

"Silver, the Confessor...that sword!" he cried. "That huge sword, is it a divine weapon?!"

Yin looked up blankly. "Yeah, it's obviously a divine weapon, don't you know?"

If you don't tell me, how would I know?! Magical items that can't be identified by the Identify spell are artifacts. But the Confessor has always been a broken sword, so of course he wouldn't identify a broken sword!

Discussion about the ending of this book and the number of male and female protagonists.

I've been tossing and turning these past few days, fretting over the future of some of the characters.

Now, I feel that the characters also have their own lives.

What I mean is that the ending of the book will no longer be predetermined, and the protagonist's single life will no longer be guaranteed.

To be frank, this book might become a harem in the future. As long as the mood is right and the intensity of the emotions can't be dragged out any longer, kisses happen, and then it's time to [go]. It's not like the male protagonist can't get up.

Some readers of my previous books may have said that this book is theoretically a prequel. Now, it has probably become a parallel world.

Fifty-one So-called Sacred Artifacts

In Emiya's understanding, the so-called runes are the standard patterns used to enchant various items.

Theoretically, as long as you engrave inscriptions on high-quality items in various ways, you can create the magic item you want.

Emiya hadn't learned anything about artifacts from his teacher—after all, artifacts weren't supposed to be particularly common. In fact, not only ordinary people, but even the most knowledgeable adventurers might not encounter an artifact once in their lifetime.