Hill divides his time very well. When he wakes up in the morning, he first makes the space pendant. In the afternoon, he refines the alchemy hut for several hours. The materials are so good, Hill is very careful in making them.
When night falls, I start to meditate in a quiet room and outline the wind runes.
He completely forgot about the ups and downs of the outside world and was immersed in the world of magic.
Frank couldn't feel so comfortable, he wanted to curse.
Looking at the great mage talking endlessly in front of him, Fran felt that luckily Hill knew how to ask Liszt to tell him about Edgar.
This archmage from Cortez arrived very sneakily this morning and had to communicate with Fran. Adrian tried to communicate with him several times but failed.
Seeing him acting like the situation was serious, Fran finally set aside time to meet with him.
I really regret it now.
He directly asked Martha to call Adrian in: "Please, sir, go to Edward's camp, ah, no, it should be his son Ramsden's camp.
The countess is probably still alive, right?
Her son is in Cortez and she needs to pick him up!"
The archmage first stood up angrily, wanting to accuse Frank of how he could make such a decision over Hill.
Then he suddenly shut up. Did Fran mean the countess? Not the count?
He was indeed entrusted by the former royal bloodlines of Cortez to come to Hill, and his purpose was very clear, to make this guy who had harmed the Cortez royal family pay a price.
If Hill ignores Edgar and lets them go find the earl, then a natural warlock with a good alignment will not even care about his young and ignorant little brother, and his alignment is about to shift! By then, nature will definitely abandon him.
If so, they would have made a long list of supplies.
However, those who get together with those mages are more or less related to the nobles.
At the very least, he could still understand some of the hidden meanings of the nobles.
In this world, it is very common for aristocratic couples to have separate lives, and even the woman will have an illegitimate child.
But this kind of illegitimate child is often not given the man's surname. After all, nobles are all professionals, and blood cannot be confused. This kind of illegitimate child is also owned by whose blood it belongs to.
If this child is pretended to be her husband's bloodline, it would be almost the greatest humiliation to this nobleman.
In particular, he thought about Edgar's blond hair, which was somewhat similar to brown, and suspected that this child's father's lineage was not a traditional aristocrat.
He bowed lightly, expressed his apology for not knowing the truth, and walked out like a sleepwalker.
Adrian walked in with a snicker: "Hill hid instead of facing this embarrassment directly."
"He's already Bolaño, what's the point of being embarrassed?" Fran leaned back gently on the chair, "You're so busy, and you still have to deal with that idiot Perast."
"The news from Liszt, the undead people who took over Manton's life, said that Perast has not come out.
He had been urging Manton to take him away immediately, and even gave Manton an earl enfeoffment order.
Manton was very angry. If the count had taken out this thing earlier, he would have followed the Krall family.
The count has been hiding it, he must have wanted to give it to Edgar."
"How can Perast have such a good heart? He just doesn't want to be with the Krall family." Fran said disdainfully, "In front of Manton, he is still a great knight and can stand up to his father.
When he gets to the Krall family, who hate him to death, he still has to be tortured to death."
"Manton also asked the undead to help him find the location of the Krall family." Adrian said with a smile, "He doesn't care where the count's face is. Perast, after playing this trick for so long, ended up with a
My sons are gone."
"The bloodline is not broken." Fran held the pen and said slowly, "He is not too miserable."
"I've been looking at those mages for a few days, but there's been no progress." Adrian changed the subject and said, "I don't know what's going on with His Majesty the King."
"That's because they don't understand the divine text." Frank touched Hill's translation and copied divine text.
"What do you mean, teacher?" Adrian was extremely surprised.
"The reason why those temples are not in a hurry must have known about it a long time ago." Fran sneered and said, "It is simply another way of writing sacred texts. It's just that there is a kind of viciousness in the words. If you read too much, your mind will be disturbed."
"Then we don't have to worry about it, right?" Adrian responded.
"Your Majesty the King, I guess he understands everything." Fran smiled bitterly, "Let's wait until he wants to say it!"
"I have to take a good look at Hill's translation." Adrian frowned and said, "The divine text looks really difficult. I didn't want to learn it."
"If you don't have enough mental strength, you won't be able to read into the spiritual sea." Frank concluded, "It's because your spiritual sea is not stable enough that you will find it difficult. During this time, you need to settle down more."
"Ah, I am really jealous of the warlock now!" Adrian fell on the sofa and wailed.
"If Hill is a mage, do you still have to worry about your disciples now?" Frank gave him a heavy blow.
"Teacher, why bother hitting me like this?" Adrian sat up and said, "It doesn't matter to you. Even if you become a legend, you might not be able to survive Hill."
Fran looked at this evil disciple and drove him out impatiently: "If you don't have an apprentice, just work by yourself!"
Hill lived a leisurely life with occasional minor troubles, but he didn't know that Bex had encountered some trouble because of his space box.
Bex cried, missing his beautiful big box that had been robbed by the elders of the clan who came to the beach to observe the undead.
Hill's aura was easily expelled by Bex. Even though he knew that Hill wanted to use this box to store items for trade with him, Bex decided to stay shamelessly.
At first glance, Hill looked like a pampered rich boy in the human world. Mages who had dealt with sea monsters all knew that they were in desperate need of such beautiful things that could survive in seawater without decaying.
It’s so practical! It can fit almost all of Becks’ belongings.
When human mages were trading with them, they knew that the huge metal boxes they used were extremely ugly and no one would like them except for weak monsters using them as their lairs.
Hill's is different. It's jewel-like and full of gems. It's been carefully refined and is not afraid of the invasion of sea water.
Bex liked it so much that he showed it out every day and didn't even notice the beast coming from the deep sea!
Fortunately, Bex kept all the delicious food given by Hill in his shell for fear of being touched by the sea water, otherwise it would have been swept away.
Bex looked at it with a depressed heart, poking at the box with his paws to look at the old thing, hoping that he would go to the undead and get away with it soon.
What about demigods who are more powerful than legends?
After luring the human king over, you might as well go home in despair.
Bex didn't think that a demigod could be much stronger than a legend holding an artifact.
"Bex." A huge whale called him in a voice that he thought was low, "Which human did you buy this box from? What did you exchange it for? Can you still buy it?"
Bex looked at the legends of various races who had gathered around him in an instant, and the old bastard who seemed to be admiring the box but looked over secretly. He could only swallow his curse words: "If you go to trouble the undead in that city,
I can't deal with him anymore.
He lives on the other side of the mountain, and we all trade with the undead."
"What did you use?"
"Pearls, ice lilies, amber, coral and some shells." Becks became angry and pretended that the food didn't exist!
The human legendary mages who come to trade also want shells, and everyone knows it.
There’s no need to mention the pearls that fill boxes, but do you actually want the other three? All Bex can bring out are some magician-level sea monster shells, and the asking price is so low! This mage can be dealt with!
The sea monsters all looked at the demigod boss: Just stop fighting now, right?
Demigods and a bunch of legends emit huge elemental fluctuations. This place is not far from the shore so far that humans are not aware of it. Lord Spencer, who is squatting in the city, has been called to the magic tower.
Seeing the few archmages who had no desire to take responsibility, Spencer had no choice but to return to his lord's mansion to contact the king who was far away.
"Spencer?" William quickly connected the communicator, "What happened?"
"There are many high-level sea monsters coming, and the mages suspect there are demigods." Spencer said solemnly.
"Just save your own lives first." William said irresponsibly, "Leave the rest to the undead. Is the underground shelter completed?"
"Don't worry about anything?" Spencer was almost shocked, so what's the point of asking me to come over?
"Don't worry about it. If you can't defeat it, the undead will call for help." William said with a smile, "Turn on the automatic defense of the mage tower. If those great mages don't want to stay, they can leave. If you don't want to leave, just go with you.
refuge."
"Then what should I do?" Spencer could hardly control himself and asked his Majesty the King a little rudely, "Squat in the shelter and watch the fun?"
"No!" came William's pretended shocked voice, "Why do you think so? Of course you are staying there to distribute supplies to the undead!
Their merits must be replaced somewhere, right?"
Spencer almost choked on the curse he swallowed: "The meaning of my existence is to deliver goods?"
"Dear cousin, dear Naven." William continued to say with a smile, "If it weren't for you, those undead people might be able to steal the supplies directly. They always have more ideas than methods, and they are more courageous than anyone else.
It’s still big.”
Naveen Spencer sighed helplessly: Yes, since Queen Spencer finally became a god, as a blood family of gods, they are covered with a layer of divine favor. If they dare to come and kill them, they will be killed immediately.
We have to face the divine thunder flying from the sky.
On the contrary, it was the Salar royal family. Little William did not choose to protect them, but gave his protection to the Spencer family.
Naven reluctantly agreed, but still asked: "If there is really a big trouble, will you come back?"
"Of course!" William said without hesitation, "It's not about me that matters about the devil, it's about how stupid those countries are?"
Naven really felt that the family’s decision to let him have more contact with William because they were similar in age had deceived him.
If he didn't know this man's true temperament and watched from a distance, he would always admire and respect William.
However, William seemed to be tired of pretending to be outside, and always let himself go a little bit when facing a few relatives and friends who knew the truth.
When he ascends to the throne, he will almost fly to the stars, but his temperament remains the same.
When he was with William, he also had contact with the God of Time and Space. For such a serious person, it was impossible to tell that he was the same person!
Yes, unlike other worlds where the God of Time and Space has the same soul, William was the God of Time and Space who felt that he might completely dissipate, so he cut off the largest soul fragment and threw it back to his original world.
After he replenished his soul, he felt the death of the fragments before going to that world again. After seeing him, William's soul remembered everything.
However, without experiencing the long torture and sleep of the long river of time and space, and living a new life, William's temperament was completely different from that of the God of Time and Space.
The final result is what it is now. Neither of them wants to be changed by the other and has no desire to be together again.
If it weren't for the breath of this world, William wouldn't be able to live in place of little William so calmly.
Naven couldn't help but sigh, forget it, just do what William said,
Fortunately, although the few great mages of the Magic Tower dare not take any responsibility, they are not stupid enough to let His Majesty the King's cousin face the danger alone.
Spencer sent everyone below the Grand Knight to other cities.
Anyway, it was just opening an exchange office in the shelter, and he was already used to it.
After Spencer moved to the shelter, he sounded the alarm about the undead in the city.
As William expected, these undead people became excited almost instantly and called for friends. In a short period of time, the city was full.
When these undead people came, someone actually brought a small boat in the river and planned to go out to sea in this thing.
Spencer looked at the several large ships in his supply warehouse and was speechless for a long time.
He had always thought that these ships, apart from being strong, could neither fly nor be fast, so they would definitely not be sold, but William asked and he let them in.
He said to himself again: William only has one shortcoming: his mouth. Putting this aside, what a powerful and wise king he is!
After discussing for a day, the sea monsters still felt that they could not tolerate humans building cities on the seaside.
Even though Poseidon's revenge has been avenged, humans are still not worthy of trust. If we stay here for a long time, we don't know what will happen.
Bex looked at their decision and immediately showed an attitude that since the box is gone, I am autistic.
Most of the sea monsters felt that they could understand Bex's performance. Although the demigod gave him enough compensation, anyone could have these things after saving them for several years, but this was the only box.
The demigod also felt that Bex's combat power was not needed and he could just rush over with the other sea monsters.
Bex lay down on the seaweed with his tail facing the direction of the large group. He didn't slowly turn around until all the sea monsters were gone.
Anyway, the demigod from the same race will most likely not die. Those from other races don’t care what he does.
Relying on a demigod, he entered his own territory so arrogantly, and he still wanted Hill's contact information. What a sweet dream!
Bex lay down comfortably, smiling and waiting for the battle to end.
I almost thought I was running out of time!
Do I have to save a chapter in the future?
Miserable Nasiriya
This chapter has been completed!