Candlekeep is surrounded by multiple protective spells. The protective magic circle is also very powerful. Even a demigod-level mage cannot open the dimensional door there. There is also a silver dragon that has been transformed into a ghost. Even if she is killed, it will take one day.
She can also be resurrected later.
If there hadn't been this spell plague, these methods would indeed be enough to protect this towering castle at the end of the Lion's Road. After all, there are many magic net mages around level 30.
But now these mages are almost useless... years of pampering have made them completely forget how to cast spells out of the magic network.
And their enemies must be those arcanists.
Hill was certain that the Netherese remnants would take action there.
If there were only books, those arcanists might still be able to restrain their greed, but there were also predictions made by the prophet Arando about the future of Faerûn.
Nese Arcanists once scoffed at those prophecies, but reality has taught them enough lessons. It is a rare opportunity for them to be powerful again, and they will definitely want to avoid terrible mistakes from happening again.
Liszt solemnly remembered Hill's request in the core. He knew that this task was not only for him, but also required to inform Linn, Laila and the tower spirit who assisted them...
Hill sighed softly, he still had to face the group of elves: "Go and inform those elves that they can go to Luskan, and they can also choose one of the two small islands outside the port to garrison.
But they must promise me that they will never cause trouble in Luskan, nor speak rude words to other gods, nor are they allowed to say discriminatory words against other races, including half-elves.
I can't ask them to be careful, but the elves must know one thing, if they offend me, they will definitely be punished.
Elves who dare to make mistakes will be sent directly to prison in the Aglaia Mountains!
I'm not as forgiving as Corellon."
The newly appeared mountain range was originally between the city of Aglaia and the city of Neverwinter. Hill also gave them some time to think about it... but the city of Neverwinter seemed to be satisfied with the remaining part of the Neverwinter Forest.
Well, no one was sent through the forest to the mountains to investigate.
At this time, Neverwinter no longer has the guts to compete with Hill for ownership of the mountain range. Before Hill left, he had already named it the Aglaia Mountains in accordance with Toril's tradition.
As long as no one has the ability to raise objections within a month, the mountain belongs to Aglaia.
Coupled with the fields between the big lake, Aglaia's current territory is already very large, almost comparable to Silver Moon City.
Liszt dispersed and went to the whale's mouth to convey Hill's will to the group of elves.
Hill sighed silently. The elves should understand that he was strong enough to fulfill his oath.
In a place like Luskan where the entire Faerûn continent must be defended against orcs, there is absolutely no way Hill would allow these elves to affect local unity and stability.
As for what these guys will do in other places, he can't control it... The elves are always only strong for a while, rather than always existing in the powerful force of Toril like humans. In fact, they are not as brave as them.
He is inseparable from his arrogant, far-sighted and impulsive character.
But in addition to being powerful, they also have a brave and tenacious side. They will never bow to the enemy and will always fight until the last second... Although they have an arrogant attitude towards those who are inferior to them, they will not beat, scold or bully them at will.
Hill leaned on his sofa chair and pressed his forehead with a bitter smile: Analyze and analyze... Isn't this the main expression of the villain's character in the novel?
Perhaps, as the legend goes, the elves were born from the divine blood shed when Corellon fought with the orc god... He inherited more of his fighting and competitive side.
It's just that a long life has smoothed their character, so the elves who live longer are more cunning.
Hill's hand moved and touched the book he was copying just now, and he immediately came to his senses: Never mind him! He could go easy on the elves for Corellon's sake, but there was no need to worry about them.
Corellon doesn't care much about the future of the Toril elves, so why does he care so much!
It’s better to copy the book quickly!
It is estimated that we will return to Aglaia early tomorrow morning.
Before that, Hill turned his head and looked at the remaining books in the second row. He had to finish copying them all!
Suddenly, he went back to the days when he was being controlled... Hill felt really happy but also a little bit painful.
Purvi sailed into Aglaia's territorial waters in the early morning and then rose into the air.
Hill knocked on Fran's door himself and took him to the terrace.
"Grandpa, this is my territory, named after Aglaia." Hill smiled at Fran, "It's a beautiful little town, isn't it?"
Fran nodded silently and showed a smile.
He looked around this beautiful city. It was really a very standard Hill style. The whole city was full of natural atmosphere. Although there were many pedestrians so early in the morning, it still gave people a sense of tranquility.
The architectural style is also very unified, and even though it is divided into two obvious parts, it does not feel awkward.
The whale carrying them flew leisurely towards the exquisite castle in mid-air, and a dozen little flower fairies with fluttering wings, accompanied by a group of white swans, came up to greet them.
"Hill~" Vera shouted, raising her voice, "Why are you back so early? Linn said you will be out for at least a year! Did you come across something good again?"
Then she saw Fran, who was wearing a gray robe: "You have guests... Do you actually have such old friends?"
"This is my grandfather, Vera." Unable to stop the little flower fairy from speaking out in time, Hill could only say in a helpless tone, "You have to be more respectful and agree in advance that if you are punished by your grandfather for playing a prank,
, don’t come to me to intercede, let alone complain.
I will only help my grandfather."
Vera immediately looked serious: "I will be good."
Then she secretly glanced at Frank and then at Hill's serious expression, and added: "I will be honest and control other little flower fairies. I swear by our friendship."
That's it. For Vera, her friendship with Hill is a very precious treasure that must not be lost.
Although the little fairy has a lot of problems, if he really gives his trust and affection, he will be more wholehearted.
But if they are betrayed by someone they trust so much, they will directly degenerate into sad and angry fairies: entering the mode of unending revenge.
Hill nodded with satisfaction. Oberon's fairies and swan fairies are the type who don't like pranks. Because of Vera, there are no little leprechauns in Aglaia who like to lie and harm others. As for those who like to make people
Lost Pixies, they are basically harmless.
As long as the little flower fairy is honest, Vera should have judged how serious Hill's words were.
Fran silently observed Hill's little friend. This was the first time he saw the legendary little goblin. He had heard stories about these little guys in the world that Abel arrived before, but he had never seen it.
been.
As long as the natural power of a certain world declines, the goblins will naturally disappear in that world, and no one knows whether they moved away or died.
But he remembered that even if someone could make friends with goblins, they were usually innocent children... How did Hill get the approval of these little guys?
Although his grandson is kind and simple, he is definitely not innocent... No mage would think that being innocent and childlike is a compliment.
However, Hill can restrain these little goblins. Fran doesn't think it's strange. He knows Hill's talent very well.
"Grandpa, this is Vera, my good friend and the leader of the flower fairies." Hill also introduced Vera, who looked proud, to his grandfather.
After they greeted each other, Hill handed the part of the book he had copied to Fran, and then floated the huge bookcase back to the castle.
Liszt has already begun to direct the puppets to remodel the half of the city building opposite where Terry and the others once lived. Especially the alchemy laboratory must be set up according to the highest level. The alchemy circle inside can be left to Fran to modify it himself.
Although the master alchemist has his own magic tower, Liszt doesn't think Hill would let his grandfather go out and live alone.
Seeing that Fran had stopped, Hill quickly turned around and said, "Grandpa, there is also a set of books in the castle, as well as some popular newspapers and magazines in Toril. I did not bring them to the Magic Tower.
You can take your time and read... There is also a booklet called the Candlekeep Collection Catalog. After you look at my collection of books here, you can see what you want there, and all the books there are available for purchase."
Fran smiled with satisfaction.
Then they heard Lynn's voice running upstairs: "Hill, what happened? Why did you come back early? Didn't you get something you shouldn't have again?"
Fran looked at his grandson strangely.
If only one friend said this, he might not feel it at all... But this half-elf who is obviously more stable also said the same... It sounds like Hill's luck is not always a good thing?
Feeling his grandfather's eyes, Hill smiled helplessly: "The relationship between the gods of Toril is too complicated. There are many artifacts and sub-artifacts scattered outside. If you get them, you may be related to those gods. As long as
You can push it as far as possible."
Then he introduced Linn, who had already rushed over, to Fran.
While they were communicating, Hill looked at the huge golden oak tree in the front yard of the castle: Oberon had sealed himself in that oak tree.
Even in Purvi's body, the lord of beasts felt the world's will to reject him. In order not to return to the house of shade, he simply chose to sleep and merged directly with an oak tree.
It's such a pity that I can't introduce this extremely handsome little elf to my grandfather.
Then Hill walked over quickly. He had to stop Linn who had already started to break the news.
