There was a surge of divine power outside. Hill put away William's letter and stood on the terrace.
Lin En has opened the control core of the God of Time and Space with the help of Martha, and golden light spreads in the town.
Only bypassing the two temples and the Harper's Building.
Aglaia has more facilities on its side. In addition to its own main temple, the square outside, including the two small houses for passers-by to spend the night, has given away management rights.
She should have considered that a place where people from Faerun Continent can enter at will is not suitable to prevent the undead from entering, so she should hand over the surveillance power to the God of Time and Space. Aglaia has no interest in handling it at any time.
A farce that can break out.
This is also a common method used by allies of the Time and Space God system. They cannot prevent the undead from appearing near their temples, but they can let the God of Time and Space directly deal with their violations.
No one wants to supervise what the undead do by themselves. That requires not only patience, but more importantly, enough reason.
Even the Silver Moon Goddess, who was most interested in the undead, honestly kept the distance away.
Hill could quite understand Linn's approach of not caring about his power being dispersed at all. He would never want to be the manager of a group of elves that could mix with the most terrifying Seraph in his mouth.
Linn's thinking was not as simple as Hill's. After listening to Martha's words, he was really interested in this core that could help manage the city.
He just wanted to! There are so many laws and regulations in Trasil, and people with good memories have big heads. How can ordinary people remember them?
It turns out there is such a good way to alert managers before trouble occurs.
Moreover, if there is an accidental violation, you can also get a reminder, which is really suitable for elves who don’t like to use their brains!
It can't be said that elves don't use their brains, Lin En thought deeply. It's just that elves are too quick-thinking and can easily get into trouble.
My own head is prone to conflicts, so no wonder I am so contradictory when doing things!
As for the group of old antiques on Everjum Island, they have actually lived for too long and can no longer see anything else except the Elf Throne.
In fact, all the elves with real blood have joined the navy, and the rest are just a bunch of fools who deceived themselves!
Lin En picked up the pen. Since the elves arrived at Evermeet Island, the fertility rate has dropped again. There are only a dozen cousins of his generation left. Apart from these few idiots who joined the Elf Crusaders crazily, the rest
All of them entered the navy according to family tradition.
If it were in the past, he would never have invited his clan members over. Life in the navy was pretty good, and the family could remain neutral in all political struggles. This is the duty and right of a soldier.
Even chaotic elves can adhere to this principle.
Moreover, Linn has been worried about how to balance the relationship between the Elf Crusaders and the original town residents these days. In terms of the strength of that group of elves, even the Silver Shield Knights next to them are not much stronger than them.
Fairness in Toril can only be found when people of equal strength are equal. Ordinary people have to retreat by nature.
As long as their lives are not harmed at will, ordinary people are used to a life of hiding.
But Linn didn't want the residents of Aglaia Town, who had always had a harmonious relationship, to become as fearful as those big cities. He always felt that the comfortable life of the residents of Silvermoon City was what he yearned for.
So Linn has been struggling with how to discuss with the Elf Crusaders the basic principles of getting along well with the humans in the town.
It's fine now, and he doesn't need to have a headache at all.
Lin En accepted Martha's suggestion without much thought and directly opened the management core.
No matter what happened to these original undead people, whom Corellon renamed as "Trasil Elves," Linn was quite willing to believe that Corellon would never sacrifice his loyal followers.
Moreover, for the elves in Toril, although there are many rules, Corellon recognizes them. Unless something happens that they are particularly dissatisfied with, the elves are still willing to obey Corellon's will.
Lin En wrote invitation letters one after another with bright eyes. It would be best if the entire Gal family came.
The blessings of the elven gods on the Crusaders should have spread to Evermeet Island. Those guys must have been greatly affected. Just thinking about it made Linn feel happy.
Yongju Island is still the seat of the Elf Royal Court, but its status as the center of politics and power has since been compromised.
The town of Aglaia will be the place that elves yearn for from now on.
Linn felt that he would be able to become the consul of Aglaia City in a few years.
In that case, the future Aglaia City should also have its own navy!
Linn wrote the letter to the clan leader very carefully and carefully. Although his grandmother may not necessarily give up the Elf Royal Navy, eggs cannot be put in one basket, right?
What if the Elf Queen loses the fight?
Although his grandmother had always remained neutral in the political struggle, Linn knew very well that Admiral Garr's butt had become a little crooked after his mother was expelled from Evermeet.
Linn wrote the letter happily. He believed that Hill was definitely capable of building a fleet that was much stronger than the Everjum Island naval fleet. As for the specific drawings of the elf giant ship, hey! What didn't Corellon know?
Hill didn't know that his friend had fallen into a crazy fantasy at this moment, and had already thought of a way to burn money for him in advance.
He returned to the study and gently opened the exquisite little box.
The first thing I saw was hundreds of small bags, and a neat letter on the top of the small bags.
Hill opened the letter, and Alice's somewhat eccentric handwriting appeared in front of her eyes:
Dear Dad Hill!
I really miss you so much!
I heard from the undead that they are coming to your world soon. In fact, I also want to go there, but Alice is also a queen now!
I also have loyal and sycophantic subordinates, as well as some suitors who surround me every day.
Listening to these words every day, I seem to understand why Merkel became stupid later.
If nature hadn't told me that they were lying every day, so many beautiful words would have been enough to make me feel like I could do anything in heaven and on earth!
Power is really a double-edged sword!
Dad Hill! I don’t know how long I will like this kind of life, but I still want to know if I can hold on to myself in this kind of life.
Only when you have experienced some things can you know how to choose.
My only regret is that I can't be with you.
Enclosed are some special plants in this world. I think you must know from the undead that Quins is a very interesting world.
Except for normal plants, humans and animals often fall into self-confusion and some inexplicable entanglements.
The undead are not very adaptable to the life here. Although they seem chaotic, they actually have a standard that they are never willing to violate.
That is a concept that has been instilled since childhood, and most people can stick to it.
Moreover, even those who engage in destruction actually have some ideas. Even if it is for temporary happiness, it is still a choice.
You know what you want to do, even if it is evil, it is actually in order.
I think William seems to hope that Salar will become like this in the future.
That's not the case with Quins. I think they are like the fish's memory spoken by the undead. They don't care what happened 7 seconds ago, and the decision they just made can change instantly.
They were rescuing people in the front, but they started killing people in the back.
So Hill's father can rest assured that although there are many suitors here, I will never be tempted.
This is a world without even marriage, and the relationship between a man and a woman is not as long-lasting as a rabbit.
But it's fun, really, Dad Hill, it's so funny, it's like watching an absurd comedy every day.
For the first time, I saw a world where the undead all wanted to finish their work and leave as soon as possible.
But it may also be because all the attention is focused on the same species. The plants here are very comprehensive, and the species that lived hundreds of thousands of years ago lived very well.
I have collected a lot, some of which are even species that have disappeared in Trahill as mentioned in Hill's dad's encyclopedia of plants. I think dad will like them very much.
Then there are some very beautiful gems.
I compared the ones in the jewelry box that Hill's father gave me, and they are not the same type.
I don't really know the difference between these gems, but for Hill's dad, as long as there are enough to analyze the structure, it's fine, right?
I hope these can be used. If not, dad will tell the undead and I will collect them for you.
As a queen, wanting more and bigger gems is absolutely natural in this world.
Although the undead are unwilling to stay in Quins permanently, there are always people who come to take a look every once in a while.
Especially the members of the Young Master's family. I heard from the undead that they are all artists and they like to come to Quins to watch these natural dramas. It seems to inspire them.
Although I don’t understand why absurdity represents art, it’s not bad that someone can help me deliver the letter.
Dad Hill, please never forget Alice!
Also, Dad, when you return a gift, please use this box to put it in. I like it very much.
Hill sighed after reading the letter, not knowing what to say.
Alice would make such a decision, and he seemed to understand that cats are actually very realistic creatures. They only look at what is in front of them and do not think carefully about the results. They just do what they do.
If a cat is meditating in front of prey, she is not thinking whether to move her paw, but which paw to move first.
But at least Hill won't worry about Alice anymore. Quins is quite suitable for her changeable temperament.
There was another noise outside, and Hill turned to call Liszt, asking what happened.
"Sir." Liszt said with a smile, "The time and space artifact has been connected to the town's control core, and the undead can start taking on tasks."
Hill hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help walking to the terrace to watch.
