Chapter 493: The Harpist Who Wants To Get Into Them
Hill ignored the people who rushed out of the hotel and pointed at him above him. He crossed his arms and doubted life.
He definitely couldn't let people from the Silver Shield Paladin run this shopping street, which meant that he had to come up with several store cores and store-specific puppets, and also had to think about what products to fill these stores with.
He obviously wants to save trouble, but every time because he thinks too much, things don't get much better.
Hill let out a dissatisfied "tsk", and finally decided to leave this matter to Liszt. Just taking care of the floating castle was a bit too much for Liszt.
He raised his hand and built a wide avenue in front of the shopping street leading to the final maze, using long and thin flower beds to separate the sidewalks.
Then the entire perimeter on the opposite side was built into three-story shops.
As for the private houses, of course they are behind those shops.
Close to the main road are several rows of one-and-a-half-story low houses, separated by a small road in the middle, and the second half is a two-and-a-half-story building.
He thought again, removed the shops in front of the alley, and built a tall iron gate.
In fact, these are all measures to prevent gentlemen from villains, but what Hill really relies on is the water magic lock.
He just didn't want to kill him without teaching him.
If Hill has made such an obvious segregation and still causes trouble, he has no right to complain against Hill anymore.
Hill doesn't mind at all that Tire's priests or paladins hold courts in their own territories.
This is enough. Hill has no desire to help others re-establish their ideals in life. It is better to leave these matters to these guys who consider themselves judges.
Although the houses he built were the simplest white stone houses like those in Silver Moon City, when they are erected in rows like this, they actually look pretty good.
Hill nodded with satisfaction and turned back to the castle.
Terry squatted on the roof of the hotel and watched this gorgeous magic show.
Of course, as he slowly walked back to the tavern, he couldn't help but think in his mind that compared to the temple and Hill's floating castle, such a rough stone house could only be regarded as Hill's training.
However, to the people of Faerûn, this is no different than a miracle.
He walked into the tavern and looked at a group of drinkers who were talking to him and were sitting casually on the high chairs behind the bar.
Terry suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with revealing that he was a dragon. The lord here would not trouble him. It was better than a group of people chasing him to ask the truth.
These guys were not so polite in the past. They have been testing Hill's origins and who is behind it. They just don't understand that some people can travel unimpeded across the entire Faerûn continent by relying on their own strength.
I just don't know what those Tire cans want. Terry thought with some melancholy that Hill seemed to have a good relationship with them, and he was actually willing to receive those stiff-headed cans at home.
If they come here often in the future, will his tavern go bankrupt?
Although the cost was paid by Hill, Terry still felt heart-piercing pain at the thought of losing money.
A man dressed as a traditional ranger approached Terry and said, "Terry, that natural mage seems to have a good relationship with the Knights of Justice?
Will it affect you here?"
Terry glanced at the logo on the ranger's chest before slowly sitting up.
No wonder the Harper man dared to ask him directly.
"Don't worry." Terry said slowly, "As long as you don't cause trouble, Hill will not let the Paladin enter the tavern to conduct camp detection.
Moreover, the people in Tire are just crazy, not crazy. It’s not like they don’t know what’s going on here in the North. I suspect they are heading for the ruins of the Temple of Baal.
In the past, if no one stayed here, there wouldn't be any problems. Now that there are so many people here, some people are indeed easily bewitched by Baal. What should we do if something happens over at Baldur's Gate?
Anyway, Hill and I don’t care about the people we send to death.”
"You mean, Mr. Hill will let Tyr's people enter his territory?" The ranger thought for a moment, then asked, "Then can we Harpers come too?"
"What are you doing here?" Terry said lazily, holding his chin in his hand, "Ciel doesn't want to build any power, nor does he want to make enemies, except for Embry, of course.
If Embry is smart enough not to attack Aglaia, Hill might not attack her."
The ranger showed a fake smile.
They all understood that with Embry's IQ, she would definitely come.
Aglaia's divine light is only a weak divine power, and Embry will never think that he is inferior to this new god.
But the people here go to drink holy water every day, and they know very well that it is not on the same level.
"The location here is very good." The ranger said sincerely, "And we feel that this believer will not hate Mielike."
"Nonsense, Hill is a natural mage." Terry rolled his eyes, "You actually want to say that Melikai's followers won't cause trouble in this place, right?
What? In Neverwinter, there was still a fight in Deepwater because of tree cutting?"
"Neverwinter." A businessman next to him said with a smile, "Don't they like to plant flowers? Some businessmen cut down old flower trees that were almost useless and planned to plant more valuable ones. As a result, a druid from Melika happened to see it.
, almost going crazy.
When he hurt someone in Neverwinter, Tyr couldn't help him and was expelled directly.
The Harper doesn't want that guy to come here, does he? That's not the case, we have wood in our cargo."
Terry's expression suddenly became serious.
Just kidding, for many merchants in Neverwinter, Mielikki's fanatic followers are more troublesome than Tyr's.
They can transport wood and furs from Luskan to the main road all year round, and no one wants to face a crazy Melikai believer.
"No, of course not." The ranger shook his head crazily, "That guy has been ordered to stay in the Supreme Forest.
It's just that his successor is a bit troublesome and is not suitable to be sent to Neverwinter, let alone Waterdeep. We are really afraid of big trouble.
I don’t know why the priests sent by Melikai to open the temple are always so independent.”
"Who is it? Dryad?" Terry fell back on the high chair again.
Everyone around looked at the ranger with surprised eyes. If it was a tree demon, that would be great. This kind of creature rarely appears in Melikai Temple outside the forest.
But that cool enough dress, beautiful and pure appearance, and timid and pitiful character, many men in the North love this kind of thing, maybe because the women raised in the real world of ice and snow are strong and strong enough.
Just like the few female warriors who are also drinking here, their squinting and sneering expressions and the giant axes in their hands are enough to deter all men who want to strike up a conversation.
The same goes for the female rangers. If you want to have a drink with them, you must first pass the scimitar they put on the table.
Although the Dryad can only take a look, many people are also willing, and some are even willing to declare their faith in Mielikki just so they can enter the temple and take a look.
The ranger knew very well what these people were thinking and rejected it with a straight face: "No, the tree demons are fine, since they won't leave the temple anyway.
She is a female wood elf with a unicorn. She comes out of the High Forest and is the representative of the Harper Alliance."
"You are so miserable! But why do we have to accept this big trouble? Can't we just send it to Silvermoon City?" Terry finally understood what these Harpers were thinking. Hill's golden elf bloodline was very famous.
Even if he doesn't believe in Mielikki, he will always be tolerant towards a fellow elf.
"She is also a very devout believer who wants to gain faith for Melikai in a brand-new parish." The ranger said, "Where can we find such a place in the North?"
"Our place!" a bald Luskan man shouted loudly, "Luskan welcomes beauties at any time."
"Don't look for trouble!" Terry scolded, and then stopped the angry ranger, "Ignore him, they were frightened when Tyr's people came just now, and now they are looking for something to vent their resentment.
I will ask Hill for you, but he may not agree.
Hill doesn't like trouble very much.
Besides, although Aglaia has stood her ground, she still needs faith!
If Hill disagrees, you can't complain."
The ranger nodded with satisfaction: "Actually, I just wanted to ask Mr. Hill because he could get along with the people of the Knights of Justice.
well!
There has been movement in all the major temples recently, and I don’t know what will happen again.”
Terry lowered his head and thought for a moment. He felt that Hill might have thought something was going to happen, so he welcomed the Knights of Justice so much.
Then bring in more people. The more power there is, the more stable the lord's position will be. As long as his mother is in the good camp, anyone can enter and settle in her territory.
The good gods also have competition. Although it will not be so obvious, most people will never lose the face of their main god in front of the believers of other gods.
Terry decided to go back to ask Hill at night and finalize his dragon nest with him. If an outsider came, he would have to take over the Sword Mountain Range.
When he went back, he saw Hill lying on the sofa with an indifferent expression, talking to his Talling named Liszt, and Aglaia interjected with a smile beside him.
"What happened?" Terry asked curiously.
"Nothing." Hill sat up, "I decided to open the store next to the tavern myself. I have some store cores that are very suitable for opening a store. They are similar to Taling, but more dull."
Aglaia added with a smile: "Liszt is discussing with dad what goods to put on display. Dad doesn't want to care about it, but it's a pity that he needs to make something."
Hill smiled bitterly, and Liszt's words reminded him that as a natural mage, selling medicine is the most normal thing.
The third floor is a large study room, but the alchemy laboratory on the second floor can be divided into a space for an alchemy workshop.
But Hill must choose materials and crafts from the world of Toril, and it is best to use those he grew in Silvermoon City.
This is a big project and requires many improvements.
Hill could only sigh. Why is he always digging holes for himself?