The people of Waterdeep City quickly took the land into their own hands.
The people in Neverwinter seemed to know that they had the other half in their hands, and they tried to cause trouble for them, but after the businessman from Waterdeep City delayed the quotation several times, they simply let it go.
Except for this businessman from Waterdeep City, there is no one else interested in this land, not even a desire to make an offer.
Businessmen want to make money, and normal people cannot do such a thing as keeping goods for hundreds of years.
Many people suspect that the Chamber of Commerce in Waterdeep City may be under the control of some dragon. Only they are interested in territory no matter where it is, and they don't care how long it takes to make money back.
Hill looked at the opposite side again. The deep murderous intent and hostility made his somewhat sharp nerves feel a little uncomfortable.
Although the Woking believer never made a sound again, he had indeed been staring at Hill.
Hill sneered. Alustriel would not give the Seal of Passage to the people of Woking. If he really dared to do something in Silvermoon City, Hill would definitely bury them all underground as fertilizer.
Vol'jin cooperated with the evil dragon this time, and the gods of Toril were almost offended by her.
Indeed, she was not the main culprit, but many gods helped her come out of the abyss, and even stabilize her kingdom after she came out.
Although it was also because she didn't want her to continue to disgrace the gods, even several gods from the evil camp helped.
In the end, just for that little bit of divine power, she watched the evil dragon use the gods as pawns and make a joke!
Even if Corellon hadn't intervened and caused a group of troublesome humans, those false gods who represented the meaning of the gods would have become food for the little dragon to grow!
Vol'jin was fed up with the gods and demons at this moment.
Otherwise, the goddess of joy, who has always been soft-hearted, would not directly let out the news and make it clear.
Hill knew that the beloved of Woking would rather endure the ridicule of so many people and persist until the end. What did he want to do? Isn't it just to see who Hill was and where he lived?
Those mages could find out where Hill's invitation came from, but he couldn't.
Hill didn't care at all that his residence was discovered. They didn't have the ability to enter Golden Oak, so they could only guard their newly purchased house.
As for hiring shadow walkers, Hill almost laughed.
The only assassins who can pose any threat to him are the favored ones of Mask, the God of Thieves, and Cyric, the Prince of Lies.
But those two might be blocking the door outside Wojin Divine Kingdom now!
The biggest advantage of these two people is that they are small-minded and will definitely take revenge from morning to night.
Which God-favored person would risk being shot in the head by the Lord God to help the people of Woking! No matter how much money you have, life is not as important.
Moreover, he also has an artifact on him that can prevent direct death. If someone dares to come to visit him, Hill wouldn't mind sending more flower mud to the flowers, plants and trees in Silver Moon City.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Bilao quickly opened the door.
The supervisor of the auction city came with people from Waterdeep City.
As long as Hill pays the bill and signs the exchange contract, today's matter will be over.
Hill looked at the blank contract paper, which was provided by the auction house and marked with the mark of the sun god Lansander. It even had the emblems of the goddess of magic and Mielikki on it.
This is already the most binding contract paper that Faerun can produce.
The merchant from Waterdeep City, wearing a gorgeous robe, respectfully asked Hill to write the contract in person.
For them, when they come in and see a mage full of natural aura, it is as if they have just kissed the skirt of Tymora, the goddess of luck.
Hill simply took out his sun gold pen: this pen was specially made from sunflowers for writing magical scrolls, and it was full of the power of the sun.
Although this pen is particularly useful for writing magical arts, its ink can only be made from ink made from sunflower leaves, and it can never be used to write lies or evil words that curse others.
Hill doesn't usually use it because he is a bit reluctant to part with ink. Plants like sunflowers are more troublesome for Hill to grow.
But now, he feels that he can use it casually.
The businessman from Waterdeep breathed a sigh of relief quietly after seeing the pen and ink. Tymora is so lucky!
Hill settled the bill with the auction house people first.
Seeing Hill pour out a mountain of gold bricks from the ring, the people standing nearby couldn't help but gasp.
In fact, people at the auction house thought that Hill would use other magic gems to settle the bill, so the manager brought several appraisers with him.
They couldn't help but look at Hill in awe. This kind of person who can still keep his family's mines has no idea what terrifying forces are standing behind him!
"Dear guest." The steward hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but asked, "Do you have any fine gold in your hand? Silver Moon City has recently had some demand for fine gold.
Our ladies have even turned to allies for help."
Hill glanced sideways at him: "I have no need for gold coins."
The steward immediately became energetic: "Can you please wait a moment? I will send someone to get the treasure book. Everything in it can be exchanged!"
If there is still no demand, we can look elsewhere!”
Hill knew that what he was talking about was the treasure house on the three underground floors of Silver Moon City. It was the accumulation of several generations of Silver Moon City lords, and there would indeed be good things.
He turned to look at the Waterdeep City businessman who had been waiting respectfully. He simply wrote the contract clearly and pressed his mark: a big vague tree with the name Hill that you could tell at a glance, and a tree on the trunk.
Bear claw shape.
This is an exclusive symbol he plans to use in Faerûn in the future.
The leading businessman hurried over. Not only did he press the seal of his chamber of commerce, he also dipped it in golden ink and pressed his fingerprints.
Hill glanced at it but said nothing.
The golden ink made from sunflower petals is enough to protect him from evil spirits for a year.
Just like the contract held in the arms of the businessman like a treasure, the light power emanating from it was enough to allow him to pass through places like the Swamp of the Dead safely and without worry.
When Hill put away his pen and ink, people in the auction house and Waterdeep couldn't help but stare at Hill's movements.
For traveling businessmen, this thing is really attractive, and it can be seen that it lasts longer than holy water.
But no one dared to ask.
This is the intimidating power of the sun god Lansander. No matter how friendly or enthusiastic he appears, his terrifying church is enough to shut up most people.
There are no dedicated priests under him, they are all paladins who are part-time priests. They are very brave in fighting, and the chaos they cause every time they attack is actually not much less than that of the evil camp.
Therefore, it is useless no matter how friendly or enthusiastic Lansander appears, many gods are wary of him.
Hill turned his head and glanced at the opposite side again.
The steward of the auction house immediately spoke: "Does the guest need to leave first? We can deliver the treasure book to your residence."
Hill sneered: "No, just finish the work here! If he wants to wait, let him wait."
Even if Vol'jin is possessed, Hill can kill him.
The people from Waterdeep City presented the land certificate and left respectfully.
When Hill held it in his hand and looked at it, the two certificates turned into one.
Hill looked at it in surprise, and then found that almost all the countries, cities, and even temples of faith in the northern continent had stamped their seals on the certificate.
After the two pieces were combined into one, a large piece of land from the Swamp of the Undead to the easternmost side of Sword Peak was included.
"When we first sold this land, Eslazo suggested that we give it a surprise. If someone really has the guts to rebuild a city or even a country there, all the forces in the northern continent will recognize him from the beginning.
People can't waste their efforts to cleanse the Swamp of the Dead.
However, I never expected that it would end up in the hands of the guest. You are so lucky." A lady walked in gracefully.
Hill just nodded, not planning to say anything more, and put the land certificate away expressionlessly.
Just think of this female mage as the steward of the auction house. He has no intention of getting involved in the messy things happening in Silver Moon City.
"I am Xin Enhaihe." The beautiful female mage frowned, and then immediately smiled, "Dear guest, I am here for the fine gold.
Sometimes when I know you are here, I get too excited and rush over by myself.
I'm sorry for disturbing the guests. As compensation, I can expel those uninvited guests directly on behalf of the auction house."
Hill smiled politely and coldly: "Just ensure my safety and privacy in the auction house."
He frowned and looked at the motionless female mage holding the treasure book: "Is there anything else?"
Sinn Hehe handed the album to the steward a little stiffly: "Be sure to entertain the guests well. I'm leaving first."
Hill had no intention of retaining this aggrieved lady. He just signaled Bilao to close the door after the swaying figure left the door.
The high-ranking ladies of Silvermoon City are accustomed to a life of being sought after by all kinds of people. They can't let go of their figures at all, and their methods are much worse than those of aristocratic women.
When Sinnheihe gave his name, Hill knew that this was the dean of the Enchanting Department of the Mage University, but so what?
Do you still expect Hill to give her some valuable fine gold for free?
Alustriel would never have such a sweet dream.
Hill did not want to get involved in the affairs of Silvermoon City. Of course, if the person who came was the supreme commander of the Silver Moon Alliance, Meselamar Elathmei, Hill might be more polite.
After all, that man is not only the future commander of Silver Moon City, but also a half-elf mage with golden elf blood.
According to the tradition of this world, they are Hill's brothers and sisters of the same race.
But as long as you have a friendly attitude, it's fine. There are no good people who can get to the top.
Hill listened casually to the auction that was still going on below. He pointed at the hardwood chairs at the back of the box and asked the steward and Bilao to sit down. Then he lowered his head and flipped through the treasure book.