Fran looked at the castle in front of him and smiled happily.
Although it is tiring and troublesome, at this stage, it is really difficult to find opportunities to improve his alchemy.
He is already very satisfied.
"Do you plan to keep this forest array for a long time?" Frank asked Hill, "I think the undead are going to build tree houses in it. I'm not afraid that you will send all these trees back someday."
"I basically can't move the forest array. I don't know what to do with the dwarves!" Hill sighed, "Even if there are no demons, the evil gods don't come from the abyss! They are all evil, there is no difference."
Fran nodded: "To you, there is indeed no difference."
Hill looked helplessly at his grandfather.
He is indeed a standard mage.
This means that Frank will not react to those who deal with gods of the evil alignment unless he is provoked.
Things about gods have nothing to do with mages.
Unless they are those who study the mysteries of gods, no mage cares about the alignment of the gods that appear.
I don’t believe it anyway.
Those who truly believe in God do it for profit.
Of course, this refers to the legendary mages, the low-level ones who have not yet come into contact with the reality of the world, and there will always be people who are attracted by the power of the gods.
Hill found that sometimes he only divided mages into two categories.
Legend and Beneath Legend.
As he became a legend for longer and longer, he also understood a little bit why the legendary mage was so arrogant.
In the eyes of the legendary mage who can control the wind and rain by triggering the law, even the magician is weak and vulnerable.
Not to mention those low-level mages.
Hill feels that he is a very gentle person, but now, he will ignore low-level mages as ordinary people, let alone professions such as knights.
The fluctuations of the elements were too weak to attract his attention.
So Hill can now understand the arrogance and disdain of other professions among the legendary mages.
As time goes by and there are not many people in the world who can arouse their emotions, the legendary mages will naturally become more and more indifferent, care less and less about the world, and live their lives as solitary beings.
No wonder Frank has a good attitude towards Miller and Karl even though he looks down on them.
It is so rare to see a legendary mage who has lived for thousands of years and is still interested in the mundane world.
Hill doesn't know what he will become in the future, but at least now, he is full of interest in exploring the world.
Whether it is flowers, plants, trees or joy in the world, it can arouse his nerves.
Hill also didn't want his grandfather to become the kind of person who had no fun except magic.
Although Fran is devoted to pursuing the truth of the law and the greatness of alchemy, Hill always feels that human nature is still very important.
Otherwise, what is the difference between a mage and a god?
But then again, it is difficult for the legendary mage to ignore the undead. Even a little knight is a walking group of humanoid elements.
So Hill's biggest headache is seeing those guys trying to hide their whereabouts and sneaking around to take embarrassing photos of Hill.
This is the so-called candid filming in person! He was deceiving himself, not Hill.
Hill is now very used to it. With a wave of his sleeves, a tornado will come and send them flying thousands of miles.
Rather than resurrecting them quickly nearby, Hill prefers to let them run around.
Hill turned to look at the camp, and William's boat suddenly moved.
Hill and Fran fell to the ground and watched the king ship fly directly into the castle.
Several other ships remained motionless.
"Why don't you put these ships away? The undead don't need them anymore!" Hill asked quietly.
"Probably we need to separate those people and take away some of them." Frank pointed to the two small camps where slaves and civilians in the Triangle were still kept. "They must not live in the same place."
Those slaves, after they come out, might want to beat those civilians to death.
Even if they won't do it in the short term, they won't hesitate when they become professionals.
William will never give up the basic education he has insisted on for so many years just because they have hatred in their hearts.
There is no need to consider how hard these once-tortured slaves will work to become professionals.
Therefore, everyone can see their future, and their hatred cannot weaken.
Including those little kids.
The suffering in childhood will accompany a person throughout his life, but it will fade with time, but will not disappear.
Even if these civilians are not the ones who have oppressed and insulted these slaves, the slaves who have restored normal human emotions will not think of this rationally. In their eyes, these are all accomplices, and no one is innocent.
Hill also knew that William would only take away the civilians and leave behind slaves who hated the original owners of these cities.
"I'm leaving first." Fran suddenly said, "There are a lot of new and good things that need to be studied carefully for a while.
It won't come out again in a short time.
Let me give you two magic books to read first. Remember to write down your thoughts and I will read them.
After reading it, remember to come to the Magic Tower to change it and take your notes with you."
Hill took the two thick magic books and suddenly felt a faint sadness.
Is this homework?
He knew that Frank would attach such importance to these magic books. The original owner of these magic books must be a very powerful legendary mage.
Think about who Fran has seen recently, and you can guess who it belongs to.
But it had been decades, and he didn't expect to encounter the terrible thing of doing homework again. He still felt a little uncomfortable.
Even people who study well don’t really like doing homework!
Hill followed Fran dejectedly.
Fran walked to his magic tower and put it away.
Adrian, who saw it from a distance, immediately flew over.
"Teacher, are you going back?"
"I have nothing to do here." Fran nodded and said, "The Mage Association will probably send many people over, so just stay in the castle!
It will probably take some time before everything in the castle is built.
If King's College doesn't have any objections, you can bring some students over to practice."
"Okay, teacher." Adrian replied cheerfully, "But do I really don't have to leave?
People from the Mages Association will also go to the castle.
I looked at their Adventurer Hotel, and it seems like they plan to put one in every city here.
It seems that His Majesty the King wants to sort out the ranks of adventurers."
"Those who can be sent here by the Mage Association will not cause trouble." Fran sneered, "They are all carefully selected, there are no messy people.
On the contrary, over in the capital, His Majesty the King is not here, so there must be a lot of things going on recently."
Adrian and Hill looked at each other, what's going to happen to the Mages Association again?
The president is back, who else dares to cause trouble?
Adrian looked at Hill, "Where's Hill? Are you going back together?"
"I'm worried that demons will appear and stay for a while." Hill said simply, "But I won't live in the castle. There is too little natural atmosphere there.
I will hide in the clouds and float in the sky, not knowing where I will go.
If Uncle Adrian comes to see me for anything, he can come directly to the forest array. As long as there is lily of the valley among the white vines here, he can contact me directly."
Adrian nodded in surprise: "So many lilies of the valley?
Is your lily of the valley legendary?
Then you can contact your valley at any time? You don’t need to go through the communicator?”
Hill nodded cheerfully: "Yes.
But I can only contact Liszt in the valley directly.
Others can only listen and cannot communicate.
That's enough, I don't want someone to suddenly interrupt me when I'm talking to my magic tower."
Hill felt that William, who had to stay here during this period of time and waited for the outcome of the dwarf war, must be bored.
Although Suzuran couldn't talk to the other party, it was enough to find Hill.
As for the phone call, after Suzuran became a legendary magic plant, she split once independently.
Only this branch hanging on the cloud house can have most of the functions of the main branch, and Hill can use it to directly contact Liszt.
Everything else is a one-way conversation.
If anything happens, Fran can go to Liszt directly, and Hill can also hear it.
Adrian is right here. If you need to call him, just come out of the cloud house.
Unless it was extremely urgent, Hill would never turn on his communicator.
Even if William is tight-lipped and won't tell anyone, Hill doesn't like the feeling of letting others know everything.
"I don't know if those who are coming know that our King can easily hear the sounds transmitted in the air?" Adrian murmured.
"Not many people know." Frank said simply, "His Majesty the King is not stupid, he just didn't want people in his camp to misunderstand that he was being monitored, so he told us so directly.
Of course, it has to be those of us who can feel it.”
Adrian glanced at Hill: "Only people above the level of magicians can feel it, right? Unless they are innately sensitive like Hill."
"That's right." Fran said crisply, "So those who want to win over you through the liaison are either stupid or bad."
"So, I'm here, and the person who insists on getting me involved is either a fool, or treats me as a fool?" Adrian said to himself, his face not looking good.
It seems that someone has been looking for him these days.
Fran didn't say anything more. As far as he was concerned, everything that needed to be said was said. If anything happened again, he would be the one who brought it about. There was no need to waste his words.
Both Adrian and Hill are adults who can take responsibility for their own lives.
Fran flew directly into the teleportation array, and he was anxious to go back and read a book.
"Fortunately, you have a teleportation array at home." Adrian said with a smile, "Now, many people are struggling to death whether to build a space-time church in their own territory.
They wanted to come here immediately, but they also didn't want everything about them to appear under the eyes of His Majesty the King.
The teacher doesn’t care about the king’s sight, but it’s a bit embarrassing to build a church in the mage’s territory.”
Hill looked at him with a death gaze, should I just do it casually?
"You are a warlock." Adrian smiled happily, "Even if a warlock builds ten churches, no one will think that he believes in gods."
Hill curled his lips. Adrian would be beaten sooner or later because he had an open mouth.