Chapter 492 The mysterious businessman Hill is online again
Hill turned his head and thought for a moment, then asked: "What's going on over there at the Star Gate?"
"I don't know about other places. Anyway, Faerûn has been bombed. Many people can only stay in Faerunriel now. Fortunately, there are still some undead people there. Although they are Chaos type, they are really useful.
." Thorne replied with a wry smile.
Hill calmed down. Has Tyr already judged the undead as chaotic? What did they do when they stayed in Farenriel?
By the way, the artifact core is in charge of them now. To put it bluntly, it is a relatively intelligent system. No matter how flexible it is, it will actually be a bit rigid.
He definitely does things according to various rules. In fact, having more rules and regulations is indeed the best way to deal with the undead, but the undead are best at finding loopholes.
When William was here, he could still discover these loopholes in time and quickly add restrictions on the undead. The system would have to calculate whether it violated the core rules, or submit the wrong things to the God of Time and Space for review, and it might be banned.
Go slower.
The undead will definitely take advantage of this period of time when William's hand will be stretched out slowly.
The time when the dog plans to stay away is the best time in the game.
"Actually, the undead should be lawful." Hill couldn't help but speak. He didn't want Faerun to regard the undead as unstable dwarf bombs.
The paladins looked like "How dare you talk so freely".
"That's right, someone needs to be in charge." Hill finished his words tenaciously, "They are more like the devil and like to find loopholes in the rules.
But he won’t do things as evil as the devil, he just likes to play pranks and do a little bit of damage sometimes.”
Hill was silent for a few seconds, and it seemed that the more he explained, the weaker he became.
"If His Majesty King William is here, he can stop the undead's temptation in the fastest way, so it's okay..." In the end, he could only say this.
"In other words, Mr. Hill thinks that although their style is very chaotic, they will obey the orders of their leader? Even if they scold this leader every day?" Thorne was a little curious.
"Yes." Hill breathed lightly, "If it is the rules set by the leader, they will abide by them no matter how dissatisfied they are. In fact, this can be regarded as a kind of lawfulness, right?"
Thorne was silent for a while before saying: "I will ask my friends who are staying in Ferenriel to take a closer look. They have had more contact with the undead during this period.
The undead mission was completed well, but my hands were stretched too long and I liked to eavesdrop and peek, so many of my friends couldn’t bear it anymore.”
"They can go and communicate with the light ball in the undead camp." Hill made a suggestion lightly, "As long as it's reasonable, he will agree to restrict where the undead can't go."
It's been a year, and the people left in Faerun still don't know how to deal with the undead!
He must have really suffered a lot.
Thorne nodded and decided to report to Tyr when he went back.
They all know that the undead are not an evil camp, but the believers of the gods who remain there are indeed a bit incompetent in dealing with them, and they have been suffering.
Since Hill has been with them for so long, the method he proposed should be useful.
"Mr. Hill." Thorn said solemnly, "If we build a temple here, there will be many people coming. There are 56 official members of the Silver Shield and 32 candidate paladins. And then there are us.
Each person has at least 2 followers.
In addition, there are many ordinary people who serve us. If you stay here permanently, some relatives may come over.
In that case, the space we occupy will be very large."
Hill waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Then I'll build a small town on this side of the road. It's best for ordinary people not to live in the far north.
The cold and cold air there is too strong, and their bodies will not be able to bear it if they stay there for a long time.
When your people come, they can move in by paying some rent, 12 gold per year for a big house and 6 gold per year for a small house.
But you also know that I will establish a territory here mainly for Aglaia, and have no intention of establishing a force.
But when your people come, you have to be responsible for managing the security of the town, and don’t go into the tavern for camp detection, no one dares to cause trouble there, and Terry likes all the guests."
Thorne and his team members could hardly control their expressions. He really couldn't understand why Hill let the Paladins of Tire manage public security.
No lord would like a Paladin to know their territory thoroughly, and the shadows in the darkness are their default existence.
"Aglaia has no interest in managing humans." Hill couldn't help but laugh, "I don't want to either, because I didn't originally intend for anyone to settle here.
Since they are your people, of course you are in charge."
Thorne looked at Hill's unconcerned face, and suddenly realized: Hill was a bit like the Silver Moon Dragon Queen who used her harp to her fullest. The golden dragon also had no desire to control, but as long as she was alive, no one would think that the Lord of the North
Will be replaced.
Their power is strong enough that they are not afraid of any threats, so they don't care much about others entering their sphere of influence as long as they are willing.
Thorne lowered his head and thought for a while: "Normal Paladins would not enter the tavern.
Unless they cause something big.
But at that time, we usually went into such messy places only when the lords requested a city-wide search.
We will not watch someone do evil in front of us, but go out of our way to find trouble, unless it is the kind of guy who is too extreme.
The Silver Shield is not that crazy, and Tyr actually doesn't like it either. Unfortunately, there are always people who think they understand the gods better than the gods.
Since Mr. Hill said so, let’s go back and move now, and the Knights will come here first…”
He suddenly raised his head and asked: "Mr. Hill, how well does your lock control the temperature?"
"Are you talking about the extreme winter?" Hill replied, "It should be similar to what you feel in Silvermoon City."
Thorne jumped up: "That's great! Waterdeep City is not that friendly to ordinary people. Let's go back and move everyone here!"
They didn't mention the rent. Even ordinary people who work for them can easily afford the rent.
It's obvious that Hill is just trying to protect his own sovereignty.
Hill sent away the Holy Knights of Silver Shield.
Aglaia, who had been hiding upstairs and eavesdropping, floated down: "Dad Hill, why did you agree to them? Don't you always dislike trouble?"
The paladins of Tire, judging from their style, represent trouble.
"Here in Faerun, there is trouble at every corner." Hill curled his lips, "My prediction was wrong. It seems that Baal is really not completely dead.
That guy is full of bad intentions, I have no interest in a battle of wits with him, that is Tyr's business."
He glanced at Aglaia: "Our mission is to kill Amboli and stabilize your position as the goddess of the sea. Even if Amboli pretends to be dead and dare not come, we don't need to take action.
Forget about other things, it’s too chaotic here in Toril.”
Moreover, the paladins of Tire only said that Umberley needed Aglaia to deal with it, but they did not mention Talos, the God of Storms.
That's because Talos is Tyr's enemy. If his men appear, Silver Shield will naturally fight against him, so there's no need to mention it at all.
It would be no problem for Talos to come by himself. Thorn is the descendant of Tyr, and Tyr will be very excited to directly show up to confront Talos.
Although Hill is not afraid of the leader of the ragers, he will gladly accept an offer of kindness.
There is no need to tell Aglaia these things. Tire also came here for him. It seems that the God of Justice hopes to repay Hill's kindness as soon as possible.
He has never been the kind of hypocrite who writes off his kindness just by saying thank you.
It's just that his way of repaying someone is sometimes weird. A gentle-tempered person like Hill can understand the meaning.
Once there is water here, the Paladins of Tire can build their own temple on the land in front of Neverwinter.
Would Hill or Aglaia still refuse the Paladins to fetch water? To be honest, even the stingiest dragon would not be so stupid.
There was absolutely no need for him to place the temple where Talos could attack at any time. Although Talos was his enemy, it did not mean that Tyr had the obligation to help others resist a powerful divine power.
Hill couldn't help but laugh. Only Tire would choose such a rigid attitude to do good deeds, but most people might not expect this much, and probably would only think that he was here to steal faith, or even territory.
Aglaia glanced at Hill curiously, knowing that something might be different from what she thought.
Since these paladins coming here will have no bad impact on them, she won't have any objections.
The gods of Trasil have long been accustomed to opening temples in one place.
You don't need the power of faith, you are so free and easy.
Hill flew out of the castle and floated in the air on the left side of the hotel to make careful calculations. On the hotel side, no matter how honest they were now, Hill would not let them have any contact with the knights of the Silver Shield.
Even if both parties are very restrained, it is better not to meet if possible.
Hill stretched out his hand and summoned a maze of forest formations with cedar trees as the center at the back of the hotel, completely protecting the rear of the territory.
If this becomes a small town, the vast wilderness behind it represents danger.
The fir tree was the easiest tree to control and summon for Hill. They were even willing to use their long roots to move slowly for Hill.
Hill moved two rows of giant trees along the mountains, and then scattered some unique Northland tree and flower seeds behind the hotel.
He thought for a moment and scattered a lot of pasture seeds before sparingly only using the natural blessing on this place.
In the future, Hill's floating castle will stop above this land.
Starting from the north wall of the hotel's large warehouse and ending at the edge of the woods, Hill built a row of tall three-story stores.
Hill was floating in the air with an unpredictable expression, as if he was about to start selling goods again.
