Chapter 373 The green leaf elf who wants to know who Hill is
The moment the Temple Square appeared, Hill heard a burst of familiar laughter.
That was Aglaia greeting herself.
He showed a smile, landed on the square, and walked into the Poseidon Temple on the right.
On the aqua blue goddess statue is a beautiful long dress carefully made by Hill for Aglaia.
Although Aglaia's soul has not yet officially settled in this statue, the flickering light proves that her arrival is not far away.
As the undead travel farther and farther into this world, the names of the gods of Trasil will spread more and more widely.
As long as most of the humans in Gerns have the impression of these names, the gods of Trasil will naturally and successfully become the gods of Gerns.
Although this statue is surrounded by divine power, it is still impossible to contact Aglaia.
Alice jumped out gently, and her slender body quietly circled around the soles of Aglaia's statue a few times: "I miss Aglaia a little. Although she and I competed for Hill's attention.
Very annoying."
Hill looked at the thoughtful kitten and said nothing. He knew that when he thought of Alice of Aglaia, he must also be thinking of something else.
However, Alice's character is still deeply influenced by Hill in some aspects.
They are always serious about their emotional investment, but once they withdraw, they will never look back, no matter how painful it is.
Hill clapped his hands gently, waking up the silent white cat.
She jumped up, jumped into Hill's arms, gently stretched out her head and licked Hill's cheek: "Kissing Hill in front of Aglaia's statue, it feels so good~"
Hill shook his head, smiled, and took Alice back into the pendant.
He looked back at the statue, hoping that the statue didn't have the ability to retain images.
However, hope is a bit slim.
Hill walked out of the door slowly. As a smart man, he would never intervene in the quarrel between Alice and Aglaia.
Hill was surprised to see two elves entering the Silver Moon Temple.
He thought carefully and understood that before the silver moon in the sky completely fell, it was normal for these elves who had lived for a long time to worry about the moon god they had known for a long time.
They wanted to see if the Silver Moon goddess in Trasil would take action against the Silver Moon in this world for the sake of the priesthood.
Hill lowered his head and thought for a moment. The Silver Moon in their world might not come to this world.
The Silver Moon Goddess loves and protects her own world very much. Generally speaking, she will not spread her love for her own world to other worlds at all.
If they were in the same universe, they might still fight for it, but they basically don't have much interest in going to other crystal walls.
Just like Shar, although she is not Silver Moon, she was actually born as the goddess of the moon.
All she pursues is Toril's authority, and other universes don't care at all.
Hill saw two glorious knights standing quietly outside the Temple of the Sun, unwilling to leave for a long time, but unwilling to enter either.
You can somewhat understand their complicated feelings.
The sun god of Gernes really fell so completely that even the divine crystal was smashed into pieces, allowing the devils to be divided together.
William waved in the air and asked Hill to follow him back to the palace.
Hill sighed. It seemed that William still felt unsafe and planned to go back to the Star Gate to use the original crystal first.
Also, there are two demon lords with similar abilities to him, not to mention the God of War who the demons value so much.
Although he is still fighting against the devil, no one knows where his limit is.
The Devil Duke, who dared to call himself the God of War, did not let the two Dukes disguised as Black Moon and Red Moon attack him. At the very least, his ability should be considered extremely powerful among the Dukes.
However, Hill's way back was blocked again, and the undead would never let go of the opportunity to return to mana for free.
Obviously Hill is going to follow William back to the Star Gate. This is really the last time to enjoy it during this period!
In the loud voice of "Sier, please, please reply Lan Lan", Hill helplessly attracted water mist from the sky and released the water of tranquility.
Feeling that his mana was rapidly recovering, Hill threw a few more natural blessings before returning to the palace.
He didn't notice that the two elves looked at him in shock. It wasn't until his back disappeared from the palace gate that they pulled the familiar undead and asked Hill who he was.
If Hill knew, he would definitely...
He couldn't do anything but hide and pretend he didn't know.
After Hill returned to the palace, he hurriedly said goodbye to William and went back to his room to continue polishing his fine gold ball, completely unaware of what happened.
Of course, he would not see the sympathetic eyes of William and Spencer behind him.
If the original "Hill's Biography" was already so bad that Hill didn't want to meet people, after layers of undead arrangements, Hill's story has been upgraded to unknown extent.
In their naturally loaded mouths, Hill is already a representative of beauty, strength and misery.
As for the elves, they are trying to find out about Hill with such undead people.
Even William didn't know what kind of pitiful little creature Hill would become in the story where the elf finally got it.
Spencer gently asked his king: "Hill is indeed the most powerful human being behind Trahill, right? If I remember correctly, no one in our world dares to provoke him.
Even those legendary mages and warlocks are regretting it now.
Why can the undead still create such an image for him?
Don’t they also know who is standing behind Hill?”
"Because Hill is so approachable." William shook his head helplessly, "Although he acts very indifferent, he can usually do anything with a little effort.
But what the undead really value is this little effort.
In their hearts, Hill is one of their own.
Then those backers will have no pressure on them, and all they will see is Hill.
But no matter how powerful Hill is now, in the hearts of the undead, he is just a poor little boy who had an unfortunate childhood."
"Although the earl is stupid and Melanie is a bit too lax, among the Salar nobles, their behavior is not excessive, right?" Spencer said incomprehensively, "There are more unfortunate people than Hill.
He's here! At least he has his grandfather here. The count can at most be indifferent to him and it won't endanger his life.
No one dares to count the number of noble children who die in this kind of family struggle every year."
"Those people have nothing to do with the undead! They won't go anywhere to ask these nobles if they treat their children well." William sighed softly, "No one would feel sorry for someone they don't know."
He looked at Spencer again: "Besides, there are worse people, but that doesn't mean it's okay for the Earl to do that, does it?"
Spencer nodded: "The story of that earl has become a negative example for all nobles to educate their descendants. As long as he is a little bit nice to Hill, he will not end up like that.
However, it is enough that none of the three sons does not hate him.
Even the heir hates him to the core, which really makes people speechless."
"The earl is just a villain. If it weren't for me, Edward would be the one in charge. In fact, he made the right choice. What he didn't expect was that the youngest son was not his son." William said as fairly as possible.
"Impossible." Spencer shook his head, "As long as there is a problem with the death of the old king, the person in charge must be Prince Charles.
No noble would allow such an obvious usurpation of the throne.
That is the greatest threat to the aristocracy.
They can use conspiracy and tricks, but they must not let the whole world know about this conspiracy.
Nobles and kings should be superior and should not become a joke in the mouths of common slaves.
In a world with gods, once commoners and slaves no longer regard nobles and royal families as extremely noble, sooner or later a god will be born who will completely pull them down."
William was silent for a while: "Only you will tell me this. It is true that the nobles and the God of Royal Power insist on fighting me to the death.
My appearance is the greatest harm to the aristocratic system, right?"
Spencer smiled carelessly: "I understood it the first day I swore to follow you.
Anyway, it’s a matter of time, you just advance the time for this to happen.”
William shook his head and smiled, leading Spencer to his room.
Sure enough, for a system to exist in the world for a long time, even if most of the people in power are idiots, there are definitely some people who are smart and capable enough to support the entire system.
William asked the undead to invite back a few guests, and they were about to set off.
Although he felt a little sorry for Hill, William almost laughed out loud when he saw the elf priest holding the enhanced version of "Hill's Biography".
The alchemy carriage no longer moved slowly along with the undead army, but was traveling very fast.
William frowned, he could feel that the demon lord had really been following him.
But his target doesn't seem to be William.
"Spencer." William ordered softly, "Please ask the elves to mark the location of the Green Leaf Forest on the map. We will send them a way first and then return to the valley."
Spencer left without asking any questions.
After William's carriage arrived at the border of the Magic Kingdom, it made a long circle.
William discovered that the demon lord disappeared directly after discovering that the direction of the carriage was the Forest of Green Leaves.
He felt a little strange. For demons, elves are really not the kind of enemies that must be killed.
After sending away the grateful elves and knights, William turned to leave and seemed to understand a little bit.
The people the devil wants to kill are the people who have been around William.
What they want is to create hatred between the natives of Gerns and the visitors of Trasil.
"So, who said the devil has no brains?" William complained to his cousin and Hill, "They just don't think there is a need to use their brains, not that they don't have any.
If I hadn't been cautious, I would have really been in trouble."
After discovering that the route had deviated, Hill, who had been staying by William's side for fear of being attacked, took a long breath: "It's good that nothing happened."