Hill was stunned for a while, thinking of those seaside cities that William valued very much.
"What do Aglaia think? Do you want to control all the oceans in the future?" Hill asked carefully. Once the ocean is opened to the undead, it will be impossible to take it back.
"I only plan to occupy some special places. The power of the ocean lies within many large whirlpools. I don't need the places outside.
Those places were originally meant for the inhabitants of the ocean to live in. I just want to be the God of the Sea, not the King of the Sea. The King of the Sea must protect his people and must accept faith.
I have heard some human beings' fantasies about Poseidon. In their minds, Poseidon is moody and has a bad temper, and everyone is afraid of the power of sea wind and waves.
I don’t want to be like that!”
If Aglaia didn't have the desire to control every inch of the ocean, then there would be no need to worry about whether the undead entered.
The ocean in Trasil has never been developed, and the resources available to people are only what the sea monsters like.
William must be very determined to develop the ocean. The people of Trasil still don't understand that the ocean has many more products than they have ever seen.
After the undead leave, the time and space divine system will probably no longer continue to transport resources from other worlds.
Hill smiled, the products of the ocean are so rich, enough for the undead to embark on a great voyage.
"What William wants is the products in the ocean. Many things can only be obtained from the ocean." Hill thought and said, "If it doesn't affect your plan, just let them go.
Don't you still have very few followers in the ocean now? No matter how hard the undead try, they will never find you.
As long as they don't do anything to make you angry, leave them alone.
You don't care about them eating seafood or anything, right?
Of course, if I piss you off, you don’t have to let it go for anyone’s sake.
Especially those who scold you must be killed without mercy.
Otherwise, the undead will definitely test the limit of your patience little by little.
You need to explain your taboos to William clearly first, and emphasize that as long as the undead violate them, you will directly use your divine power to kill them.
How easy it is to create a storm at sea."
William chose a good time to enter the market.
Aglaia doesn't have many followers who need to occupy territory, and there are rebels everywhere. Even if the undead kill them all, Aglaia won't blink an eye.
Aglaia obviously doesn't intend to accept faith, so there is no need to publicize the dangers of the ocean and show the greatness of Poseidon. Hill really doesn't want his cute little daughter to turn into the image of the shrewd goddess Amberli.
Hill shuddered when he thought that the well-behaved little girl would turn into a terrifying figure with claws, eyes glowing as deathly white as pearls, and hair like living seaweed.
The poison of faith can turn a goddess into a goddess.
As for the chaos of the undead, it seems that Aglaia has adapted to it during this time and likes it very much.
Hill feels that chaos-based gods are actually quite compatible with the undead as long as they don't accept their nonsense.
They are also willing to get into a little trouble for the sake of temporary happiness.
Aglaia happily agreed. As expected, just like Hill, she was very willing to see the undead go to the sea.
If she hadn't planned to ask Hill, she would have agreed immediately without even considering whether the undead would offend her.
"Papa Hill!" Aglaia said solemnly, "The Embroidered Crab and some fish families have already pledged their loyalty to me and verbally acknowledged that I am their main god!"
Hill knew what Aglaia meant. They recognized Aglaia as the master of the ocean, but did not intend to offer their faith.
"That's enough." Hill said quietly, "I don't want you to accept faith. Aglaia is so cute, but I don't want you to be transformed by the power of faith so that I don't even recognize you."
"Of course I will not accept those dirty beliefs!" Aglaia raised her voice, "Aglaia will always be Aglaia!"
Hill smiled and listened to the little girl talking enthusiastically: "I'll go back and think about what I can't do at sea, and then I'll go find William!"
Watching the light on the ice crystal disappear, Hill called Liszt: "Aglaia may want to open the ocean to the undead, so you should first prepare some tools for the ocean.
Once it’s officially announced, it can be put out for sale.”
"Sooner or later." Liszt didn't find it strange. "Some people from the undead have complained in the past two days. They don't like the environment at the Gate of the Abyss.
No matter how high your merits are or how much experience you have, it is useless. They want another battle mode."
Hill nodded: "I remember that there were some practice boats in the past, which were relatively large. You find them and send them to the laboratory, and I will enlarge the space.
Speaking of which, was this ship sold to the undead or to King Salar?
Undead, you can’t sail such a big ship, can you?”
Hill muttered and went down to expand the space. The undead have always won by quantity. No matter how small a ship is, it must carry 10,000 people.
Moreover, the accommodation must be better, and various functional cabins are indispensable.
Aglaia was very straightforward and told Hill three days later that she had reached an agreement with William.
At sea, if you scold Aglaia, you will be swept directly to the bottom of the sea by the storm, including the ship and people, without any possibility of escape.
However, William demanded that if the people driving the ship were Salar citizens, as long as they were not the ones who cursed, Aglaia would save the lives of these people.
William will pay the ransom.
Aglaia agreed after seeing the price. She said a little embarrassedly: "There are still many places in the Kingdom of God that have not been built yet. The price William gave is really generous."
Hill laughed: "Aglaia is starting to make money to support her family!"
"Well!" Aglaia said energetically, "William told me that the undead must be taught a lesson. If they really say dirty words to me, not one of them will be spared. After returning, he will continue to punish me!
If you say dirty words in front of minors, the penalty will be increased!"
Hill nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. It's better than I thought."
"Everything you get in the ocean will be given to me one-fifth. William said he would take it directly from the undead's bag." Aglaia continued, "He asked me whether it was sent here or not.
Just build a small temple over there in Central City."
"Send it here." Hill thought for a moment, "I'll build a small temple for you at the mouth of the valley. It's close to the pond, so it should be easy for you to control. There will be a waterway across the pond.
There shouldn't be many ordinary people coming here, at most the undead will come looking for lightning strikes."
Aglaia suddenly became excited: "Can I have my first temple?"
"Liszt." Hill called softly, "Go and take the blue and white temple drawings to the shell bed in Aglaia."
"Before the first batch of undead come back, you must choose your favorite drawing!" Hill warned carefully, "For the time being, only build the main temple and let Liszt send puppets to take care of it.
But I will prepare the rest of the side halls and can be built at any time.
After all, this is the place where you were born. When you have a suitable candidate for the Pope, I will build a large temple for you in front of the valley.
But your real main temple still has to be placed on the ocean."
Aglaia didn't care what Hill said, she just agreed, her thoughts already going to the temple.
Hill sighed, nothing else was particularly important: "Go and see the drawings! Make your choice as soon as possible. If not, I will build it for you myself. If it's too late, I can only ask the elemental elves to help."
"Okay! Dad Hill!" Aglaia ran away happily.
Hill felt that she would prefer to have the entire temple built by herself, and it would not take too long.
"Sir, there is something going on over there with the elves." Liszt suddenly appeared, "They are building an elemental protective layer."
"What?" Hill almost thought his ears were broken.
"After His Majesty the King summoned the undead in the Central City, the elements in the Elf Forest almost formed a storm and flowed towards the Central City.
They can't bear it now.
I didn't build it before, probably because I was worried that humans would damage it.
But now, the God-King believes that he no longer owes the world anything, and King Salar should not cause trouble in the Elf Forest again. So he announced this morning that he would build this protective layer."
Hill was stunned for a while before he realized the God King's logic.
He was probably planning to run away if he couldn't fight, so he didn't build it before, right?
Now that he has to stay in Trasil forever, the Elf God King plans to completely preserve the elemental concentration of the Elf Forest.
But in that case, if the elves are used to a life of high element concentration, how can they leave the Elf Forest in the future?
Didn't this person even consider it?
Even if the undead no longer come, those bodies will dissipate after they are completely useless, and who knows how long it will take!
The Gate of the Abyss, look at how cautious the gods are, you know it will not disappear just because the world is completely restored!
Rather than sending Trasil's people to die, neither the gods nor the will of the world care about wasting the power of the elements. After all, it is something that can be recovered.
Even if this world doesn't come, the God of Time and Space can still be summoned in another world.
Hill shook his head helplessly. He couldn't figure out the Elf God King's thinking mode at all. He could only look at the final result.
After Hill's ships were bought by William's men, Aglaia also chose her temple.
She directly took a fancy to the Greek-style temple.
Compared to the splendor of other temples, Aglaia prefers the magnificent and lofty ring-column architecture.
Hill thought of the underwater palace of the Lake Goddess, which was also simple but magnificent.
Hill originally thought Aglaia would like a Roman-style temple, which was more solemn and gorgeous.
But this little girl finally chose the Greek style, which is closer to nature.
Hill also thinks it's good. This kind of temple is also very suitable to be built underwater. Hill can start to consider the main temple of Aglaia.
