Hill opened the treasure book and couldn't help but smile with an unknown meaning.
There are many elves and half-elves in Silvermoon City, and they have brought many seeds from all over the world, some of which Hill has only heard of.
I saw them all today.
Hill believed that even in Silvermoon City, the only one who knew more or less about his identity was Alustriel.
But at most she knew that Hill might be a powerful mage from other worlds, a being that transcended legend and could be close to the origin of Toril's magic.
Facing Hill like this, Alustriel would probably rather his men think that Hill is a half-elf with a deep background.
Then these seeds are a bit interesting.
The people at the auction obviously knew the identity of Natural Master Hill and put all this on the first few pages.
Most natural mages like to collect seeds.
But if Hill hadn't thought of buying all the plant seeds he didn't have, then the person behind the auction could probably determine which forest Hill came from.
Hill looked through it calmly, and it seemed that the person behind the auction house was indeed the current city lord.
It is true that Alustriel did not share with him some secret information that the goddess of magic told her.
Unfortunately, Hill has the simplest solution, which is to wrap the circle.
He has never been a thrifty mage.
Then Hill saw some plant seeds and strains from the ground.
Hill will definitely buy these things. He is really interested in these plants. He used to find it a bit difficult when constructing the underground plant cycle in Trahill.
Once the underground plants here are well cultivated, they can easily build an underground recycling ecosystem that does not require sunlight.
This should be the result of the invading forces that expelled the drow from the North a few years ago.
Hill called to the steward: "Give me a portion of all the seeds in this album. Is your portion 10? There are so few, so let's get ten!
Please bring 100 copies from these drow areas."
"These...these are the seeds of magic plants!" The steward stuttered a little, "The price is based on the same level of spellcasting materials."
Hill raised his head and glanced at him lightly: "If I buy more, won't you be able to get more fine gold in exchange for it?"
The steward quickly shut up, turned around and walked out the door.
The manager actually came to dissuade Hill from buying it all. Could it be that he still wanted to help Hill save some money?
It seems that this manager's status is not low, at least he understands the significance of putting seeds at the front.
Hill flipped through a few pages of spell materials, and many magic books appeared behind them.
It seems that his behavior of scanning books in the bookstore yesterday was also noticed.
Hill looked at it for a while and then decided to give up.
What he needs is either the inherited knowledge from the Grand Arcanists or the latest university research results.
The books here are very expensive, but there are not many particularly rare spells.
What Hill needed was citations, not antique books.
He turned over those pages directly.
Then he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. They were all pure gems of various series.
Looking at the steward who came in with a plate, Hill ran his fingers from top to bottom: "The more gems of this purity, the better. Why are there only a few of each?"
The steward took a look and said with a bitter look on his face: "Dear guest, it's not that I'm trying to shirk, but the quantity of these gems is very limited."
"Then it depends on how much fine gold you want to exchange for!" Hill said with an innocent face, "It's not me who wants to exchange, so I don't need to consider how much gold you need to exchange for it, right?
The price of these gems plus those seeds probably can’t even be exchanged for a fist-sized piece of fine gold, right?”
"Fist... what a big fist!" the steward murmured, raising his fist and trembling, "Do you need anything else?"
Hill turned back a few pages, looked at the so-called weapons, armor, and high-level magic robes, and shook his head: "This kind of thing is of no use to me."
Unless it was an artifact, Hill would have no need for any weapons and equipment at all. Wouldn't he make the others himself?
No matter what the people behind the auction house wanted to test, it all lost its meaning under Hill's fist-sized fine gold. They gave up spying on Hill without hesitation and sent pure gems of various types according to their categories.
Dozens of dollars.
Hill pondered the reactions of these people and more or less understood that it was Alustriel who needed the fine gold, and the need was urgent.
Even though he has many petty quarrels in his heart, the current Lord of Silvery Moon City is still Alustriel's trustworthy deputy, and he will not affect the Supreme Lady's important matters because of himself.
Hill readily accepted all the gems, took out two fist-sized pieces of fine gold, and then asked the auction house to make up the difference in gold coins.
He suddenly remembered that if he wanted to go to the Swamp of the Dead, he would have to buy some supplies.
No kind god will prevent people who are in danger or difficulty from taking shelter in their temples. Hill must prepare a hotel for Aglaia to allow passers-by to stay overnight and a hotel for those who have no money to stay temporarily.
The main slum room.
Then the food that ordinary people eat must be stored more. No matter how kind he is, Hill knows that he can't give too good food to those who ask for help. He can just give out a potato.
As for the food grown by oneself, it is absolutely impossible to give it to passersby to eat or sell. For ordinary people, it can almost be regarded as a good medicine to prolong life.
Hill has no plans to build a city, so it depends on Aglaia's final decision.
Hill glanced at the auctioneer below. He was shouting at the top of his lungs. It seemed that it was coming to an end.
The final big shot is a luxurious mansion located in the aristocratic area near the Silver Moon Palace.
The nobles in the North almost went crazy.
Alustriel has now moved to the apse, and the straight-line distance from the mansion is incredibly close.
If the Supreme Lady is interested, she can directly see everything in that house.
Hill took the large bag of gold coins he found and sighed. Is this the so-called romance of losing everything just for a fleeting glance?
The auction ended quickly, and the price of the property ended up being about the same as the dock warehouse that Hill had purchased.
This made Hill a little surprised at the trust and admiration of the Northlanders for Alustriel. You must know that Hill's price increased by more than 5 times in the end. The normal price of the dock warehouse was about 100,000, and the Wojin Family
Those who shout 200,000 are actually using money to bully others.
Normal businessmen will not casually engage in loss-making business. They will do their best to support it later just to save face.
However, many people actually don't want Wo'jin to reach into Silvermoon City. If a Wo'jin station appears in the Warehouse District, it will be easy for a loan business to appear, and even places like casinos will start to appear.
For Silvermoon City, which is dominated by the good camp, no one wants to see such a thing, but Alustriel once said that Silvermoon City is open and everyone is welcome to come.
There are even half-drow mages serving as professors and deans at the university in Silvermoon City. No matter how bad Wo'jin's reputation is, he is still better than the drow.
They cannot show that they are not welcome.
Hill estimated that those two chambers of commerce were just helping Silver Moon City buy time, otherwise it would be impossible to compete with him for more than 200,000 yuan.
Therefore, Hill's action surprised many people. There was actually an enemy of Woking here!
There is nothing anyone can say about this except that Wo'jin's fate is bad.
The auction ended and people began to leave. Everyone seemed to want to leave immediately.
Hill saw Lin En with sharp eyes, and he walked out of the door among a large group of people.
There were a few people he seemed to have seen in the atrium of the hotel.
It seems that no one really bothered Lynn.
Hill is not worried that someone will cause trouble for Lin En in Silvermoon City, as there is the great temple of Myriel, the God of Singing.
Anyone who has the ability to offend Miriel will definitely come to Hill directly.
The Woking believers on the opposite side were still in the box, and Hill didn't move either.
He doesn’t have anything to do anyway, so everyone just has to endure it!
It's just concentration. Hill, who can meditate, is not afraid of this.
In less than an hour, I won't be able to stay there.
Hill then left calmly.
He knew that the person was standing at the stairs on the first floor of the auction house, waiting for him to appear.
Is Hill afraid of how he sees himself?
Of course not, what Hill wanted was for him to stand below and wait for Hill's appearance like the stewards and entourage.
If you want to make a bad idea, you have to see if you have the ability!
Looking at the young man in golden attire who glared at him, Hill spoke calmly: "Wojin can't even protect himself now, let alone his own bastard.
With so much money on you, how much can you keep under Mask's hands?"
"Don't talk nonsense! My Lord and His Majesty Mask are definitely not enemies!" The young man's face darkened, and he immediately realized that he did not reject Hill's previous sentence, "My Lord is very good! He just plans to stay in the Kingdom of God and be promoted.
Medium divine power!”
Hill opened his eyes slightly, and then quickly remained calm.
If Wo'jin really thought that he would soon be promoted to mid-level divine power, he could only have reached some kind of deal with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.
For example, the Dragon Worship Cult.
Hill didn't say anything more. Vol'jin had already lost the favor of Toril's world will because he offended most of the gods.
If she gets mixed up with the evil dragon again, it will be more glorious during the dragon disaster, but Woking will definitely be even more miserable a year later.
The level of weakness is reduced to weak, which is already close at hand.
At the very least, the sun god Lansander has actually usurped many of Woking's priesthoods, and it doesn't matter if he adds a trading priesthood related to gold coins.
They are all golden, who says they cannot be from the Sun God family.
As for whether Mask is Wo'jin's enemy, Hill thinks he can just go out and try.
The moment Hill walked down, he could already feel the twisted shadows outside the auction house door.
Compared with Hill who may spend almost the same amount of money, Vol'jin's Favorite who competes with Hill to the end is the target of these thieves who are at least level 17.
