Chapter 521 The Prince of Neverwinter who came suddenly
Lin En is actually quite helpless.
It didn't take just a few days for this guy Terry to get rid of him. Linn knew that Hill just wanted to keep him in the town of Aglaia.
But even if he was promoted to mayor, it wouldn't mean much to Lin En.
If he stays in Cuelva, he will definitely become a senior official in Silvermoon City or even the Silvermoon Alliance in the future.
Among all the elves, the golden elves value their own honor the most and often talk about the glory of their ancestors. Most of the old antiques in human minds are actually golden elves.
Lynn has never denied that she wants to leave a mark on the world.
If golden elves like them who left the forest had no ambitions, why didn't they go back after their travels were over?
How leisurely and happy the days in the forest are!
Of course, those who stay outside are unwilling to be lonely.
But here in Hill, he can only be a mayor. Although he must have great power, the direction of his career has to completely change.
Lin En doesn't really want to change the course he has spent more than 100 years working on every day.
So although Linn never left during that period, he always acted stupid.
But in order to keep him, Hill let so many people into the town that was not originally intended to be opened!
Linn was helpless. He supported many of Hill's small town ideas that Terry had said, but none of them had any impact on the management of this small town.
Even though Hill felt that he was too busy to blame himself, he really couldn't keep silent. After all, the lifespan of an elf was so long, so changing the course of his life was actually not that difficult to accept.
Fortunately, Miriel agreed with his decision and did not want Linn to stick to that small temple.
The God of Songs originally had no ambitions. Music and poetry were his true loves. Compared to the troubles of the Harper, he actually preferred to hear newly composed songs.
It's just that the evil god of Faerûn doesn't even want to leave this little fun to him.
Miriel actually agreed with Lin En coming to Hill, and also wanted Lin En and Hill to learn some music or poetry from another world. It is impossible for a mage with elven blood to know everything.
Although he was a little confused as to why his master said he wanted to make some preparations for the unpredictable future, Lin En made a decision decisively and directly took over all the town affairs in Hill's hands.
It took Lynn a few days to get everything in order, and her only emotion was that Martha was really easy to use.
In the small town of Aglaia, there are no human employees. Even the shops are all self-service. Except for the surrounding puppets whose combat levels are above 12, it is impossible to provide any enthusiastic service.
Even the stores that help new residents of the town sell items are the same. All prices are clearly marked, and you can put coins into the counter if you like. Everything is fully automatic.
This is the trouble-free method chosen by the mage. Lin En shook his head, no, this has to be a rich mage with little place to spend money to do this.
He looked at the mansion named 'Mayor Lynn's House' and couldn't help but sigh.
As a bard, he can actually live in a house with a tower spirit!
Tarling, whom he named "Seymour", was following Liszt to familiarize himself with the production line of the alchemy factory.
The first time Lin En saw this kind of assembly line that could even manufacture low-level rare items, he understood that the world where Hill came from, if nothing else, was certainly rich in resources, but probably short of manpower.
This kind of assembly line can be replaced by dozens of mage apprentices in Faerûn. It will be cheaper to use it for hundreds of years than to make a set of this thing.
This type of thing is usually something only giant dragons would come up with, but they wouldn't be willing to waste so many precious materials on making such low-level items.
It is not that there are no such things in Faerûn, but they are rarely used to make low-level rare items or even lower-level daily necessities.
Cost is the most critical issue.
Linn frowned, but Hill and Aglaia sometimes mentioned some things in the past, which seemed to make people think that they had a lot of spare manpower and could easily find people to do anything.
He shook his head. At least for now, Linn had no idea of traveling to other worlds.
He just wanted to know what interesting stories, beautiful music and poetry there were in Hill.
Hill happily sent Linn books and music scores that were said to come from different worlds, in duplicate, and arranged a large study for Linn.
But what Linn was more satisfied with was a small circular hall where singing and performances could be performed, and there was also a music room filled with various musical instruments next to it.
I don't know how this singing hall was built. When he sang in it, his voice was particularly full.
Lin En thinks that he can invite some friends to be guests. If he performs here a few more times, his bard level can be upgraded to another level.
Lin En has packaged these thousands of poems, novels and music scores to his master.
Before Miriel even looked at it, Linn's priest level was directly raised by two levels.
Moreover, before leaving, the God of Singing specifically emphasized that if he was satisfied, he would definitely reward Linn again.
It seems that he has been interested in Hill's world for a long time, but it is difficult for him to cross Tire and directly contact Hill.
Although he had known for a long time that the priest level was all dependent on divine grace, Lin En, who had a very difficult time raising the bard to level 10, was still a little surprised by such an easy promotion.
He needs to be careful not to let the priest's level exceed his main job, which will easily shake his faith.
He looked at the books beside him. He didn't know why, but Hill had emphasized that he must read them by himself. He also said that Miriel had already read them and there was no need to hand them in. The contents were very interesting.
Lin En glanced at it curiously. Tomorrow he would have almost finished all the things at hand, so he must take a closer look at these books.
He felt that Hill was smiling strangely when he said this, as if he was watching something exciting.
Hill stood on the terrace and looked at the bustling crowd below. After they settled down, they began to decorate their houses.
Liszt stood aside and said: "Seymour has become very skilled in commanding the puppets and the alchemy workshop, and is now working beside Martha to help manage affairs related to the residents of the town.
All store cores have also set him to level 2 management.
According to Sir's instructions, Seymour has isolated and sealed off the part of the core related to the undead. If the undead really come, he can just unlock it.
Sir, do you think Corellon will really bring the undead to Faerûn?
With the Elf God King here, it’s impossible for him not to know how troublesome the undead are!”
"Corylon has never been in the lawful camp." Hill replied softly, "His patience is not very good and he will not give Mystra much room to grow."
He glanced at the Sword Mountain Range: "And why does he have to endure it? He has powerful divine power that spans countless universes! Now he has a very good helper."
Hill laughed helplessly, and the Nine-Headed Dragon God Ao's silence did not mean that he was happy this year.
The thunder since the beginning of summer seems to be more angry than in spring.
"Sir." Martha appeared hurriedly, "King Aragonda of Neverwinter has sent a messenger, hoping to see you.
It’s strange that he came here quietly. If the deputy captain of Silver Shield hadn’t vouched for him, I wouldn’t have dared to confirm his identity.”
Hill raised his eyebrows curiously and nodded in agreement to the request to meet.
The King of Aragonda is indeed a loyal believer of Tire, so it is normal for the Paladin of Silver Shield to be willing to help.
However, Neverwinter has always been stable and prosperous under the management of King Aragonda, and most of its residents are craftsmen and gardeners. During the turbulent decades behind Faerûn, this city, known as the Pearl of the North, has remained unbreakable.
Even if the pirates of Luskan keep causing trouble or even attacking, Neverwinter City has never had any problems relying on its strong defense.
Hill really couldn't think of anything that would warrant the king secretly sending someone to find him.
A young and handsome envoy followed Martha into the study with a weathered look on his face. The deputy leader did not follow him up. Such an obvious avoidance of suspicion made Hill even more curious.
"Dear Lord Hill, good day. I am Ben Aragonda. I hope I haven't disturbed you, but I can only ask you for help."
Hill's eyes widened in surprise, this was the future King of Neverwinter!
He couldn't help but glance at the thick brown-black hair: "Please sit down, Prince Ben.
Is there anything you need my help with? If I can do it, I will try my best."
Ben smiled bitterly. Of course he noticed Hill's gaze, and the mage lord did not hide his attention to his hair.
Who made his father Nasir's reputation as a bald warrior so loud? Bann has long been used to it.
"Two years ago, a disease called 'Howling Death' appeared in Neverwinter." Ben's face looked a little bleak. "For the first time, Neverwinter didn't have so many people die because of the war.
Our people have never been afraid of death, but they are absolutely unwilling to die meaninglessly."
He couldn't help but glance at the road outside the window, where a group of Luskans in leather clothes happened to be passing by: "Although the mages of the 'Star Cloak' told my father that since the disease caused by the Arcane Brotherhood has
Once it was cracked, they wouldn't waste time trying it again, but my father still wanted to be prepared for the worst.
But even if the mages were willing to help my father, they didn't have enough manpower.
The only good thing is that the Arcane Brotherhood in Luskan is not focused on Neverwinter."
Hill said hesitantly: "What can I do to help you? I am only one person."
If there is a manpower problem, there is no point in looking for him, right?
It's impossible for Hill's alchemy workshop to make that specific disease-relieving medicine?
Ben sat up straight and said solemnly: "We hope to get help from the goddess Aglaia."
