The mansion Hill summoned this time was an ordinary type that could last for seven days. He felt that he would have a satisfactory place to live by then.
Hill's construction speed and quality are beyond the reach of most gods.
Taking Terry into consideration, Hill specially used casting materials that would make it easier to enlarge the space this time. Sure enough, a tall stone villa on the prairie appeared inside, and Terry's dragon shape could easily walk through the door.
As soon as the golden dragon entered, it happily returned to its original shape and soared in the air for a long time.
When he had finished playing and fell down, Hill asked him: "How do you know it's not Mysrien's ring? Hasn't that person fallen long ago?"
Terry followed Hill into the house: "Mysrien's clone is still there! My mother specially let me smell his scent, and told me to stay away as soon as I smelled it.
Although the clone is now in the Sharptooth Forest, who knows if some desperate adventurer will bring him out.
Although that guy Mysrien used to be a good person, after being tricked to death for so long, his mentality must have changed a lot.
What if we were tricked into promising to help him find the real Ring of Mysrien? That is the crystallization of his divine power, which can directly restore him to a weak divine power!
There is no known information about how many treasures Mysrien has in his hands. It is difficult for the dragon to refuse this temptation. It is best not to see him.
Fortunately, the one you have is not real, otherwise, a dragon will definitely come to snatch it, but the elves should also know where he is.
Not many humans know about this. My mother said that sooner or later, a so-called human warrior will enter the Tooth Forest and embark on a brave and fearless journey to find the ring.
In the end, I found the broken ring in a nook and cranny. I might even have a fight with Mala. Let me just wait and watch.
By the way, is this ring of yours an imitation of Corellon? Is he that strong?"
Hill shook his head: "Not the father of the elves. But I did find it in the elves' treasures."
Terry sighed a few times: "No wonder the five-color dragon queen has always wanted to rob Corellon's treasure house. There are indeed many good things!"
Hill glanced at him. Even though they hated the Five Color Dragon Queen and her men, these metal dragons did not seem to regard all five color dragons as enemies.
At least some of the news from the Five Color Dragon Queen must have been told to these metal dragons by the neutral five color dragons from the chaotic camp.
There has never been such a legend among humans and elves, such as the news that the Five-Colored Dragon Queen covets Corellon's treasure house.
That's a powerful divine power! Just when the Five-Colored Dragon Queen didn't want to start looking for trouble on her own, a sharp arrow suddenly flew from the sky.
And the metal dragon who hates the five-color dragon queen has never told these things to humans or elves. He would only say it casually when listening to bedtime stories.
Hill has a feeling that the reason why Mystic Locks can no longer appear in Toril is because Mythrien sealed all the laws related to it into that ring. However, that is the Mystic Locks Ring, and he does not understand the principle of Mystic Locks.
No one can eliminate the defense of that ring and absorb the divine power inside.
So Mysrien is not in a hurry to come out of the Tooth Forest. He has enough time to wait for a perfect start.
The ring in Hill's hand was imitated by the Protoss, using the laws that are common in the universe. And Hill is not from the world of Toril, so he can bypass the various settings of Mysrien.
Successfully understood some of the principles of the Mystery Lock.
If that's the case, then Hill doesn't need to pay attention to this matter, and just wait for a subplot to save the God of Mystery Locks.
He has more important things to do now.
Hill stood upright and said with a smile: "Terry, please allow me to introduce you to a new friend."
Aglaia, wearing a marine gradient dress, appeared in the hall. She held her weapon and looked at the golden dragon with curiosity.
Although she could see the giant dragon outside from the pendant, she still couldn't help but be curious when facing it directly.
"My daughter, Poseidon Aglaia." Hill said very proudly.
Terry looked at Aglaia blankly, then looked sideways at Hill, and suddenly wrinkled his nose and smelled Aglaia carefully.
The harpoon in Aglaia's hand was almost pierced into Terry's big nostril, and the golden dragon suddenly woke up and roared out: "Poseidon from the good camp? Bahamut comes up again, I'm still here
Dreaming?"
Aglaia looked hesitantly at Terry, who was yelling and stamping his feet. She was a little at a loss, but she also understood that Terry was acting so rudely because he was too surprised. He didn't mean to offend, so she could only look sideways.
Hold Hill and wait for him to deal with it.
"Terry!" Hill floated up and grabbed his dragon horns, "Have you calmed down? Not every sea god in the world is like Amber, okay?"
The aura of another world on Aglaia's body was so obvious that if Terry had been calm enough, he would have discovered it long ago.
Terry took Hill's words into his head, and after thinking hard for a while, he finally understood what Hill meant.
He exhaled heavily: "It's from other worlds! That's no problem. If there are gods who can compete with Amber for the authority of the ocean, the entire coastal areas of the world will offer their faith to you!"
"Although my father read me some books about Amber, I still can't believe that if a god can even curse its own believers, how can she still exist?" Aglaia asked curiously.
Terry.
"Robbery and violence, there will always be people who worship her out of fear.
In order to show her majesty, Amber will even attack her own followers directly. If she does not give her enough gifts, she will overturn the boat and the people."
Terry thought for a while and pulled out a huge book that was almost as tall as Hill's entire body from his bag: "My mother made a special atlas of the gods in order to let me know about the numerous and confusing gods in Toril.
You can only take a closer look at Amber. She is relatively weak. It’s okay to scold her at the beach.
For other gods who are stronger, if you watch them too much, they will feel it.
I don’t have anything wrong with you, but the gods in the outside world may be dissatisfied with your observations.”
Aglaia nodded solemnly, and regardless of Hill who was hesitant to speak next to him, she said cheerfully: "Just look at the goddess of the sea who has the same priesthood as me!"
Aglaia soon regretted it.
She looked at the lifelike portrait, and the expression on her face almost collapsed: "This crazy woman is Amber? Why doesn't she have a lower body? At least it has to be a fish tail, right?
Why doesn't she even have any clothes? How can she go out wearing a cloak made of seaweed?
Daddy Hill!”
Aglaia looked at Hill with tears in her eyes. She couldn't stand that her kind behaved like this.
"This is the poison of faith! Aglaia." Hill took the opportunity to warn, "She is still chaotic and evil! She becomes ugly more easily. People who know her will not think that such a terrifying god is a beautiful girl.
of!"
Looking at the worried Aglaia, Hill said comfortingly: "Actually, there is no need to worry too much about Aglaia. She is just a sea goddess. Her power is too weak and cannot correct people's impression of her. Instead, she has become a negative image in people's hearts.
Just imagine it.
When she incarnated, she also had a lower body, which shows that she also knows what looks good."
Aglaia said with determination: "Dad Hill! I will never go evil! I will never absorb faith. I would rather grow slower in strength, as long as the ocean recognizes me!"
Hill nodded with satisfaction.
Terry watched from the side and suddenly said: "Hill, you are really a good father! Much better than the one in my family. He would threaten me with violence."
Hill was stunned for a moment, and then said in a matter-of-fact tone: "You are a boy! Of course my daughter is different."
Terry snorted indifferently and lay on the ground: "If I had a sister, the end would not be so good."
Hill suddenly thought of his own Orianna, and could only twitch the corner of his mouth: "No matter how naughty the child is, he or she belongs to his family, and if he is loved, he must be beaten.
Aglaia is very well-behaved, so I never have to act so harsh.
Of course, a guy like you who dares to run away from home cannot be treated the same as my good daughter. Isn't that too unfair?"
Aglaia, who was frustrated next to her, suddenly became happy: "Of course! I am the best-behaved child!"
Jin Long smiled with an unknown meaning: "Ah! Chaos! No one knows which will come first, accident or whim!"
Aglaia quickly raised her head, holding the harpoon in her hand tightly: "This is the seaside! Do you want to see the water that reaches the top of the mountain?"
Terry quickly corrected his attitude: "Hello, Aglaia, I hope we can be friendly neighbors. For Hill's sake!"
His big golden eyes that kept moving hinted at his inner unrest.
Hill did understand a little bit of what Terry was thinking.
The Sword Mountain Range next to her gave Amber a hundred opportunities and she couldn't catch them, but Aglaia's tone showed that she could do it if she wanted to.
Toril is already used to that useless sea goddess, and few would take Aglaia seriously before seeing her power.
Although it is a bit embarrassing, for Hill and Aglaia, this time of not being looked down upon is actually very important.
Once Aglaea has purified part of the Swamp of the Dead, no one will be able to drive her away by exiling alien creatures.
The biggest trouble with the water elemental incarnation she is currently using is this.
There's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to fighting, but if people are kicked out in this way, Aglaia will lose face.
Hill thought about it and decided to go to the study room to deal with his magic book, leaving space for the two eldest children, who were actually very willful, to communicate.
