This world that is willing to accept Hill is very strict in its requirements, but its approach is very gentle.
When all the chaos calmed down and Hill returned to the top of the tower, he found that his magic tower was located on a very high cliff. Light clouds and mist surrounded the bottom of the tower, but did not block his sight.
The seaside city about seven kilometers away from the cliff was clearly visible to Hill, who had always had good eyesight.
This is a very prosperous city, with lots of traffic and pedestrians.
The clothes and attire also made people feel unexpectedly familiar, as if they had suddenly arrived in the Victorian era... Those old TV series that Hill had watched repeatedly seemed to flood into his head at this moment, especially some of them dressed very Sherlock Holmes.
The male...top hat, evening gown, holding a pipe or cane.
"Hill?" A thin voice interrupted Hill's trance, "What are you thinking about? Is it safe now?"
I...can come out, right?"
"Pulvi..." Hill, with his eyebrows downcast, cheered up, "You can come out, but don't leave the magic tower. The magic power in this world is too low, and you need to get used to it."
“Okay~” The little whale swung out of its skull briskly, “Then, Hill, can Liszt be able to get out?”
Hill nodded: "Hey~ we have to live on our own from now on... Really, even though we are just arranging puppets to do things, it feels very troublesome when I think about it!
I really haven’t cared about life issues for many years!
It’s really...as if I’ve suddenly returned to my teenage years.”
Purvi swung her tail and said seriously: "Then I'd really like to see it!
Hill must have been very interesting as a kid."
Hill blinked: "Ah...I have always been obsessed with studying, even when I was a child."
Unable to understand the grudges and hatreds contained in Hill's words, Purvi, who never liked learning these two words, flew around the puppet in the study and couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you let the puppet use the magic?"
The tower is set up?
Although these low-level puppets are not that smart, they can do their daily work, right?
Or... Hill, you’re not going to give up on this magic tower, are you?”
Hill laughed: "How is that possible? The demiplane is hung on this magic tower! It's just that I was a little emotional when I saw that... strange yet familiar... scene!"
“Familiar?” Purvi hung on the window and stared at the city, “It’s a bit unclear, but it doesn’t look like Aglaia?
Is it the city of Trashil?
No...I think it's a bit like the port in Calishan! They are all the same buildings, and you would get lost in that one.
Could it be that you are talking about clothes? It seems to me that the decent people riding in the carriage are wearing short robes and gowns that the undead like to wear... tight-fitting ones.
But most of them wear similar clothes to ordinary people in Toril...well, not as good as ordinary people, their clothes are so shabby!"
“Toril, after all, is a world where even vines are tough enough to pull out silk to make clothes.” Hill had already regained his composure, “The plants in this world are not that powerful. It is estimated that only specific plants can be used to make clothes.
As for the civilians... it all says the same. The civilians in Toril who are in a slightly better situation can barely satisfy themselves with food and drink, but they are in danger!
Here! A world that doesn’t even let me use level 16 puppets must be very peaceful.
Tsk~ I guess most people have never seen a professional above level 10."
Hill is still brooding about his puppet... Level 16 is exactly the bottom line for an intelligent puppet, the kind of good employee who can talk, laugh, and knows how to take the initiative to work.
For the rest, someone has to give orders before they can work according to the orders.
In the past, the reason why they could use higher-level puppets in Trasil was actually because of the abnormal abundance of life energy... This world is not the same.
Although Hill is very grateful that the world is willing to accept him, he is not willing to use the best energy crystals to consume it.
For other things, just use them.
He held the pendant around his neck and silently communicated with the spirit of the oak tree inside... The oak tree whose body comes from the branches and leaves of the World Tree is, to a certain extent, an extension of his body, so it will not be banned.
But for the things inside, Hill could only take out the lower-grade ones. Even the pearls, the top-grade water-purifying pearls given to him by Aglaia, could not be used.
Hill couldn't help but sigh.
Since the creation of the demiplane, Hill will of course put a large amount of accumulated materials there... The most important function of the oak pendant is to provide him with daily needs and to store some precious things that he does not want to leave.
: Not price, but value.
The inside of the current pendant was created by the spirit of the oak tree like a magical forest... There are all kinds of rare fruit trees.
Hill tried it, but he couldn't even bring out the golden apple... It only allows people to temporarily return to their youthful state for ten years, but it's not even allowed!
In this world, life-extending medicine must be incredibly expensive... Although he didn't intend to make money, Hill, who was always thinking about it habitually, rubbed his palms and finally decided not to do anything.
After all, he promised not to cause trouble.
For a low-demon world, it is very likely that a person who has reached the end of his lifespan can cause a terrible chain reaction if he lives for one more month.
Hill turned over the storage tool in the puppet's hand... It was a bit strange. He discovered that some of the too fantasy-style decorations were also sealed. He didn't look carefully when he threw them away because of time constraints.
Hill frowned... This world seems to dislike surprises.
Then when he goes out in the future, he must pay attention to his style of doing things.
Although the world may turn a blind eye to him because he is of the same lineage as the earth, Hill has always been unwilling to cause trouble to others...especially those who are friendly to him.
Hill simply rummaged through all the storage tools that could be used.
In addition to the various levels of utensils in the magic tower, the things Liszt prepared for Hill were mainly clothes, fabrics, furniture and small items needed for daily life, as well as a large amount of food and drinks.
After all, he was about to arrive in a new world. When he was packing his things, Liszt didn't know whether the other party was friendly...and Hill liked to nibble on something when he was happy or unhappy.
Hill plans to observe for a while longer.
This new world's style is a bit like a combination of magic and machinery... Of course it is not the steam age. The energy they use should be one or several ores with energy equivalent to petroleum.
But after Hill sat by the window and observed for a few days, he discovered that energy equipment could be used, including some beautifully designed vehicles... Although horses were still used, the horses were obviously only controlling the direction and speed, and were not very responsible.
weight.
A beautiful white horse can even pull a carriage that looks like a small house on the main road... Judging from the uniformed guards next to the carriage and the way pedestrians on both sides avoid it, this is probably a member of the powerful class.
Or military vehicles.
You can tell at a glance that the horse definitely does not have the ability to bear weight, and its muscles also appear to be very relaxed.
Hill scratched his head, pointed to the carriage and said to Purvi: "Can a carriage like that be okay?"
Purvi hung on the window and watched for a long time, then whispered softly: "Can it look better? Something like the undead will do!
It’s so dark, it’s a bit ugly!”
"That should be nothing." Hill could still guarantee this. "Some carriages that are not that big are quite beautiful. I saw a shiny silver one in front of me with patterns all over it.
We don’t want to carve random flowers, just take a look at the plants on the mountains and pick one that you like and carve it.
Anyway, if there is something you like more in the future, just change it!
Let’s make it two floors, and the inner layer is mainly for hiding the magic tower...I will definitely take the magic tower with me, who knows in the future..."
“Sir, can you please not say anything? Who knows?” Purvi quickly interrupted him, “I am just staying in my skull, not sleeping to death!
I still know what happened!”
Hill could only remain silent and close his mouth... He suddenly wanted to know how Mr. "Xueyunfeng" persisted in himself amidst the boos of millions of people.
To be honest, it’s really difficult...
Fortunately, the basic materials are all available...including the Joseph Garden string.
Perhaps it’s because although these things have excellent properties, they don’t have particularly incredible functions, that is, materials that are fireproof, waterproof, and resistant to various elements.
There must be such materials in low-demon worlds, especially worlds with earth attributes. At best, there are not many of them.
But Hill just wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to dress up in disguise or travel incognito.
He knows very well that his temperament and appearance will definitely attract attention... It is not impossible for him to hide his appearance, but there will be sensitive people in any world. If he is found to have changed his appearance, it will be more likely to cause problems.
Hill would certainly do it if necessary.
But how can I put it...a world with low demons doesn't make him so cautious.
Everything Hill does is respect this friendly world, but if someone is really itchy in this world, he will not hide.
The world that is willing to accept Hill's arrival certainly understands this.
But he seems very confident...that is to say, even if this world also has his son of the world, the will of the world also believes that this person will not offend Hill.
This is enough.
If there were no undead, Hill felt that he was a person who was easy to talk to and didn't like to cause trouble.
In such a troubled world in Toril, he is...well...Kelben himself is sick, right?
Even without Hill, Corellon would not let him go!
“Hill. Purvi, who was spinning around in the air to observe the plants near the magic tower, suddenly shouted, “You haven’t said the name of this world yet!”
Hill, who was sitting among piles of materials from various departments, raised his head and said, "Oaises."