Hill took the time to send away Linn who was in a daze.
After a while, Lin En would be able to realize his deception: It is not just the university town that needs Lin En's management, residential areas and commercial areas are the real big troubles.
The dwarf who opened the shop met the undead... Well, just thinking about it makes Hill sweat for Linn.
If the dwarf couldn't hold back and started, the undead would never give him a chance to finish.
Of course, if you can't beat someone, there are non-physical solutions. The undead are rich in time and words.
But since there are dwarfs and dwarves living in Aglaia City, Hill thinks that he can also move the people in the large residential area there.
Hill was quite happy about this. He had always wanted to build a large botanical garden under his floating castle.
It's a pity that since Silver Shield came here, the situation can no longer be controlled by him.
Compared to the botanical garden in his heart, Hill would still choose to let more people in. He could not let the people of Silver Shield become the only residents of this town.
In that case, who does this city belong to? Even if the paladins have enough self-control not to want to do this, their followers and families do not.
Now I'm finally back on track.
In the future, in the city of Aglaia, flexible puppets and magic arrays will be used to monitor alleys, and elven crusaders will guard the security posts on the main roads. They can be deployed at any time after receiving a warning.
The Silver Shield will only continue to patrol this side of the road, mainly watching the taverns and commercial streets.
Wherever the Knights of Justice appear, it is indeed a constraint for those who want to do bad things.
Many people will want to avoid these white armors when they see them.
But compared to the "Trasil Elves" who use "Faction Detection" at will, they would rather endure the discomfort of seeing the Knights of Justice.
There won't be many caravans here in Hill.
After all, Luskan in the north is not the end, there are even more terrifying frozen lands and the Ten Towns in the North.
The caravan coming from there only has the destination of Waterdeep City, and only there is the place with the highest price.
However, there are also some caravans that are not very influential in Waterdeep City and will sell the goods brought from the frozen soil directly to Hill.
Hill's price for purchasing various materials and ingredients is not much worse than that of Waterdeep City.
They can also save a lot of taxes, especially the entry tax in Waterdeep, which is paid per vehicle and is very expensive.
They could just store the cart in the warehouse next to the Hill Hotel, and they wouldn't even need to bring the camel with them.
The various camel animal feeds here in Hill are all well matched. After being stored for half a month, almost all of them are fat and strong.
They would even bring them here to the town every time they recruited new people to judge whether they had the plague.
After such a long time, people in Faerun have more or less understood the reason for the spread of the plague. As long as they don't accept gold bars and various ancient gold coins that look like they are within a year.
Nowadays, caravans ask new people not to bring any money before accepting them.
The caravan will directly pay them the first month's salary.
As long as you don't stay within a certain range of these problematic golds, even if there is a plague-carrying caravan next to you, the caravan who now drinks pure water when going out can avoid being infected.
Nowadays, the value of gold coins in major cities is so high that no one dares to use gems to offset the price.
Although the trouble this time was caused by the big cities in the Sword Coast, they didn't have to worry so much at all.
Even if they don't have enough pure water to protect the entire city like Neverwinter, with their financial resources, they can still get enough pure pearls to clean the treasures they get.
As long as the nobles don't hang out with friends and party every day like in the past, they will rarely get into trouble. No matter how poor a noble family is, they can buy one or two pearls to save their lives.
Only when the plague first spread, a large number of nobles died, and the treasures they obtained were too much. Even some people who had become formal professionals could not bear it.
Hill felt that the caravans that were now very wary of the undead would soon continue to come shouting "Such a fragrance".
After discovering Hill's agency store, the undead crazily stuffed things inside.
Trasiel can no longer sell the large number of products they have produced.
Hill gave the families of the Silver Shield Paladins two options: continue to rent in the town or buy residential housing in the city.
If they move to the city, Hill plans to turn the entire hotel area into shops and warehouses.
Hill thinks they will choose to move into the city, where housing prices are not too expensive.
In other words, those single followers will still choose to live here, so Hill just needs to move their small houses to the end and put them together with the apartment buildings.
Lin En's mayor's mansion was moved directly to a dedicated open space in Aglaia City, and it became his private residence in the future.
There is a special city hall for him to use, and all the facilities and buildings related to the municipal government are complete. Even the military barracks for the city guard have been set up.
The undead are already skilled workers in this field, and William has been hiring them to do this kind of work since Salar.
As long as Lin En starts to communicate with the time and space artifact, he won't have time to come to Hill to worry about the deception.
Now, Hill needs to find Terry, who has been squatting on the mountain waiting for him to explain, to have a good chat about the future.
Hill walked through the maze and walked to the door of the dragon's lair. He couldn't help but stand there and blink.
How come Gulanba, the god of earth element, got involved with Terry?
They were playing a ball game. One used his tail and the other used his fist. They tried their best to control their strength and hit a light ball.
The mountains of broken balls next to the dragon's nest told Hill that in the past two days, they had not worried about the outside world at all, but had been playing this game.
"Sir." Martha appeared next to him, "When the undead were playing ball, the earth element lord saw it. He was very interested and always wanted it, so I bought a lot with the undead and sent it to Mr. Terry.
Here it is.”
"Well done." Hill nodded, "Thank you Martha, you are very thoughtful. Neither Terry nor this person is suitable for contacting the undead right away."
"Why?" Of course Gulamba had noticed Hill a long time ago, "Even if there are thousands of Lansanders, I won't be afraid~"
Hill couldn't help but laugh. To the elements, Ransander's troubles were indeed nothing. When they did things themselves, they caused even greater damage.
After all, as long as there is a trace of consciousness left, they can completely recover in the elemental world.
"At least one-third of them know the banishment spell." Hill directly said what is most likely to happen. "Don't think that just because you are much higher level than them, there won't be any problems. The banishment spell is always a matter of probability.
.
If you really want a group of people to test your luck every day, you can do whatever you want."
Gulamba was so big that he was more than half taller than the lords and commanders watching the fun nearby.
As long as they are within the casting distance of the banishment spell, the undead's first reaction when seeing him will definitely be to use this spell.
After all, Gulamba is different from other earth element elves. Those were summoned by Hill and need to obey Hill's orders, so they have a green name in the eyes of the undead.
But Gulamba is different, he is neutral.
The banishment spell can be used.
Hill didn't want to mention this matter at all. If he emphasized to the undead not to use the banishment spell on this tall earth spirit, it would only have the opposite effect: reminding every undead who saw Gulamba that this guy can actually
Give it a try twice.
And the undead who can't break through the defense at all will definitely use the banishment spell at a glance.
Game play is an impulse that everyone who plays games can never restrain. Everyone will have the beautiful fantasy of ‘what if I succeed’.
Gulanba thought about the number of new elves, and annoyance appeared on his stone face: "But I still want to take a stroll in your city. It's rare that there is a place where I can take a walk at will."
Terry pressed the ball in his paw and couldn't help but tilted his head and asked: "Why don't you sign an alliance contract with Hill? It's not that you obey his orders, but at least you have to ensure that you won't cause trouble for him!
Otherwise, in Hill's city, you will never be regarded as one of our own by the defensive array."
Gulamba said depressedly: "The elemental gods must be neutral. They have too many things to do."
"You?" Terry accidentally exerted some force with his paw, and the ball broke with a pop. He screamed "Ouch" a few times, then flapped his wings in frustration and asked, "My mother told me
So many stories, you..."
"That's different!" Gulanba said dryly, "Also, don't listen to what they say, what nonsense love story, how could I think an orc goddess is more beautiful than a stone.
It's just that she is pious enough to the earth, so I have a friendly attitude toward her.
I really don’t understand. I just gave her a gem mine, but how about giving myself more followers?
It’s just that everyone knows about her propaganda, and my followers have no interest in showing off my gifts.”
Seeing the disdain on Terry's dragon face, Gulamba simply turned to look at Hill: "You are also a child of the earth, although you are not from the earth like me.
Tell me, do you think that female orc is pretty? She is not even as tall as my legs!"
"For gods, when did height become an issue?" Terry couldn't help but interjected.
"Don't judge the God of the Earth with the eyes of a giant dragon!" Gulamba was angry, "We have our own aesthetic vision! It will not change according to different races!"
"Terry, shut up." Hill said calmly.
Terry shrugged his shoulders and finally asked: "Do you still want to play with the ball?"
"Of course I want to play!" Gulamba said quickly, "It's rare to buy such a cheap ball! The new elf must be very good at alchemy!"
Hill touched his cheek and suppressed his complaints: the undead were really the only ones who could make these things well, and for some reason, the manufacturing level of the leather ball was higher than that of the magic lamp.
Hill understood very well how many balls the undead would have in their hands, and few Trahill people would waste so much money on buying a ball to play.