Hill pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly: "Let them go as they please! Remember to leave a copy for me, I don't even know what I can summarize. Where is Lina?"
"I went too." Liszt said quickly, "I gave him a large amount of money, and Lina seemed to talk a lot about the past."
"Let her do whatever she wants, that's fine, she won't even be qualified to beg me in the future." Hill suddenly remembered: "Do the undead have any memorabilia of the Salar royal family?"
"Yes." Liszt said quickly, "People from our territory are not writing, but they all know each other. Even before it was finished, our territory put it in the church library, and people came to read it. They were writing
chronicle."
"Don't worry about it, they just want to write stories about gods and the like. Remember not to put them in the territory's library, only in the magic tower."
"Okay, sir."
Hill had known for a long time that the plot party of the undead would definitely appear, but now it was already too late.
If it weren't for the elemental bodies they used and their 100% perception, Hill was worried that they would find the world different.
However, Hill could sometimes hear from their conversations that the games in their world were also controlled by the brain and issued random tasks.
With different choices, the tasks will take different directions.
Moreover, all NPCs in the game are intelligent, but William's game is more flexible.
This group of undead have all played more than one game. The cohesion of the family has been slowly accumulated.
Of course, there are more and more enemies.
Hill once heard them praise William's game company, saying that their entire building is mainly composed of a super intelligence and his server. There is no follow-up planning at all. After inputting the main tasks, the main brain automatically generates other branches.
Task.
They were satisfied, but they still wanted to scold William.
Of course, the chief planner will always be scolded.
The God of Time and Space and William must have been searching for a long time before they found this unique world among countless worlds.
And they have no intention of exposing the existence of this world.
Sooner or later, this game will go out there and no one will care about it.
Just like in Hill's world, games that have existed for decades slowly lose their players and close servers one after another until they are completely finished.
Hill shook his head, it wouldn't be too early. He waved away his unnecessary moans, saying that when he left this world and went to the starry sky, he would still be able to see that girl's child!
Hill's life was very leisurely, and he was still in the mood to watch the excitement of the dead.
As for the so-called memorabilia, Hill didn't take it seriously.
The study of mages took up most of his energy before his teenage years. After the only time he tried to please Melanie but failed to produce good results, he plunged headlong into the world of mages.
Lina and Locke actually spent most of their time managing servants and fields.
Hill was surrounded by only Bonn and some maids.
But compared to her own mother, Lina, who would come every morning to see what the little master's needs were, and come every evening to see if anything was wrong, was already very good.
She is a dedicated housekeeper, and Hill also paid Lina the best treatment.
He didn't think that Lina, who still lived in the French territory and hoped that her two children would have a good future there, would say anything about her shortcomings.
However, Hill's desire to turn into a poor little boy whose father doesn't care for his mother seems a bit slim in other people's mouths.
Hill didn't want to dwell on these things. He had encountered too many things recently, which made him a little annoyed.
Sitting in the quiet room, Hill was immersed in the spiritual sea. He needed to clear up his somewhat depressed mood.
Hill had been thinking about wind magic for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.
He knew that his knowledge was still somewhat lacking.
In the end, I could only find a way with the basic spell of Wind Blade.
Hill, who watched the wind blade spell every day, repeatedly combined the runes, and then compressed and solidified the summoned wind blade.
I don’t know if the will of the world gave him some inspiration, but Hill finally turned the wind blade into countless small crescent-shaped boomerangs that could be sent back instantly.
Satisfied, Hill fell to the ground, looked at the blue darts flying in the quiet room, and smiled quietly, let's call it the Blade of the Wind!
Hill stood up and walked onto the terrace.
The night is beautiful and the moonlight is bright.
This is Hill's home, the silent valley and the swaying forest, which are his spiritual haven, allowing him to enjoy freedom and peace.
Hill's thoughts were flying quietly in the mountain wind.
In such a beautiful scenery, Hill turned the depression he had accumulated during this period into a spell of mixed wind and earth, flying sand and stones.
He had long wanted a magic combination of wind and earth, but he had been unable to finalize it.
I originally thought of just using the wind to accelerate large boulders, but it didn't seem to be of any use.
The boulders thrown by the legendary knight with all his strength might be more powerful than this. Then he gave up.
On the contrary, I came up with this flying sand and stone that I was bursting with inspiration today.
An enhanced version of the tornado is enough to consume high-level magic shields.
Hill washed up and went to bed in a happy mood. He was about to start retreating.
He already felt the fullness of his spiritual sea and his eager desire to expand.
Hill knew that the opportunity for his promotion was just around the corner when the family of Sylph Kais was officially formed.
Hill soon locked himself in a quiet room again, sorting out his spiritual sea and magic ring every day.
The valley outside is also guarded by three legends, Merkel and the two earth element lords, so there is nothing to worry about.
Hill's life was dull but fulfilling, while Adrian's life was a bit dire.
William's personality is too out-of-the-box, and Adrian really doesn't understand what colorful black is.
Although William retracted his unreasonable thoughts under his extremely terrifying sight, Adrian was really a little exhausted.
Fran's magic circle has been carved and he is ready to return to his magic tower.
William had already agreed to Adrian's architectural drawings with satisfaction, but today when Adrian was talking about the decoration of the King's Hall, this strange idea suddenly came to him.
On the black background, the glittering transparent crystals of various series are added. In addition to looking good, it can also charge the magic circle on the wall. This was a setting that Adrian was very satisfied with.
When the time comes, under the illumination of the crystal lamp, the various colored crystals will sparkle with different colors and be brilliant, which must be very beautiful.
Unexpectedly, William suddenly wanted something colorful black!
Adrian almost flipped the table and quit.
Even if he uses transparent crystals of various colors, he must consider the unity and harmony of colors.
It’s so colorful. If you don’t consider the aesthetics, just put all these crystals directly on the black background! If William wants that kind of thing, just put it together himself!
But Adrian also knew that what William was talking about was black, but it should give people a colorful feeling.
He doesn't have that level of appreciation and hopes that the goddess of literature and art can do it for him. Adrian really told William this.
Either you can put together colorful flowers on a black background, or let the goddess of literature and art create the kind of black that William wants.
Adrian's self-feeling is very clear. He definitely does not have that kind of artistic level. He can only express his beauty in the mortal realm. William had better find trouble with the goddess of literature and art.
William can enjoy the past time. He was not taught a lesson by Queen Spencer at that time. Adrian cursed secretly in his heart.
However, the undead are really useful! Adrian looked a little envious at the earth mages who quickly converted his earthen house into stone.
Although Hill can do it, it takes too much effort and time.
Unlike now, in just ten minutes, rows of undead earth mages stood in a row and turned all the walls into obsidian.
So the current Great Border Wall in Salar is really well built! Adrian's head slipped to the news he saw a few days ago. The Holy Alliance fighting against the Noble Temple requested the construction of the same Great Border Wall as Salar.
Defend the Great Wall.
The implication is that either you send more mages over, or we ask King Salar to let the undead come over.
Adrian will see this news because the Mage Association has sent over most of the mages who know earth magic.
Are you planning to jump to the front and say that the Lawyers Association is at odds with Salar?
However, when there is a real fight with the elves in the future, won’t their elders who are beyond legends also take action?
Adrian thought about it for a moment, and estimated that those mage families were putting pressure on other countries to follow Salar's example.
Even if the Lawyers Association establishes a school, their methods are just more subtle, and they can always achieve the goal of strengthening the family.
But if other countries follow Salar's example and train their own mages, then they will really have no future at all.
Adrian walked slowly in the palace, inspecting the newly built palaces.
Behind him were a group of mages directly affiliated with the Salal royal family. They needed to learn from Adrian how to maintain and host these magic circles.
Adrian doesn't care about the mentality of these mages who want to steal their masters. If you really look at it, you can understand it. If you understand it a little, you can learn the essence of their school. Why is Adrian so hard to find students?
Rather than having to call these people over to be maintenance workers if they don't understand, Adrian would rather teach them more now.
Adrian didn't care how dissatisfied these people were. Anyway, since William handed over the construction of the palace to Fran and him, there have been murmurings among the mages directly under the royal family.
In their minds, how could the construction of the Salar Palace be left to outsiders? How much better could even the legendary alchemist master be than them! The magic circle has not been the same for tens of thousands of years.
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Where is my ticket?
Which new concubine did you fly to?
I'm going to explode~
This chapter has been completed!