Chapter seven hundred and forty-ninth flange requirements
In response to Hill's teasing, Linn could only smile helplessly: Tire's followers were once synonymous with stubbornness... When people mentioned them a thousand years ago, they would sigh: Others will not look back until they hit the wall.
But your followers are trying their best to knock down the wall.
As a result, a thousand years later, the priests of Tire understood even these unflattering tricks.
"Actually, the envoy from Neverwinter has been here for several days... but I was very dissatisfied with his attitude, so I didn't mention it to you at all." Lin frowned and said, "As for the Helm Temple being shaken, I'm in my heart
It was clear, after all, they were not very comfortable staying in Aglaia... Not many people here would believe in Heim. After all, there were many non-human races, so it was already very well-educated not to scold him.
But I really didn’t expect that their decision would be made so quickly. They didn’t even wait for the paladins from Luskan to come back. In the past, the Temple of Helm always showed that these paladins belonged to the temple.
The decision-makers are here, and the priests of the temple are not willing to take the responsibility for some decisions... Just like the invasion of Maztec, even Heim was dragged into the water. They can all say that it was the paladins who wanted to protect
The employer acted impulsively...
Gee, no one with any intelligence would listen to their nonsense from now on.
It’s no wonder that the messenger from Neverwinter decided to stay at the Helm Temple after being provoked by me today. I guess he must have offered benefits that the temple priests couldn’t refuse, which made the Helm Temple leave so eagerly.
I probably think you will be very angry if you do this, and maybe you will punish me as a city official for not doing things properly."
Hill took out the contents of his robe pocket and placed it on the table. Throwing the clothes to the puppet on the side, Hill asked casually: "You can leave the Temple of Helm if you want! Is there any place here that I can't help you with?"
Are you happy? Does their life and death have anything to do with me?"
"Probably your decision to let the Temple of Helm garrison Luskan has made many people think that they are allies of Aglaia!" Linn picked up a small ball made of mithril on the table and played it in his hand.
"But the Temple of Helm knew in their hearts that their status in Aglaia was not high... They probably planned to take advantage of the fact that the forces in Faerûn didn't know much about the fighting situation in Luskan.
Take the opportunity to grab the big one.
It happened that the brother of the King and Queen of Neverwinter was so excited by me that he was jumping up and down. I didn't expect that he would have the ability to persuade the Temple of Helm to do this.
It seems that King Bane trusts his wife very much, at least he is sure that Neverwinter will accept the price he offers."
Hill said nonchalantly: "Don't worry about them. This is definitely not the result that Ben wants. Don't think that the messenger is really stupid... He just deliberately cuts off Ben's opportunity to find foreign aid.
The Temple of Helm has indeed been recovered... but the paladins of Helm are not willing to pay the price with their lives for anyone... The believers of Helm actually abide by the doctrine, and they still treat the lords or employees who are willing to follow.
Very loyal...but Ben doesn't have that value.
Bane's queen should be the Arcanist.
He is really brave! This is giving away the future of Neverwinter...
Most of the slightly higher-level arcanists will choose to turn into lichs at the end of their lives... There may not be so many troublemaking nobles in Neverwinter, but which king is willing to always have one standing over his head?
An old grandmother?
Ben may have understood this and wanted to go back to the Temple of Tyr so much... Unfortunately, you see, he can't even make his own decision on who to send to Aglaia City now.
So we don't have to worry about anything.
The arcane masters in the Temple of Helm and Nese are not good people, and there is nothing to regret if either one fails.
As long as the Knights of Justice can escape, I still admire Tyr and his Knights of Justice."
Lin En smiled and nodded: "Ah... I see, it seems that the former king of Neverwinter also had a lot of thoughts... He was not really so desireless and dedicated.
Also, after sitting on the throne, his mentality will definitely change. No wonder he would agree to Ben marrying a wife from an ordinary family.
Forget it, let's not mention this... Neverwinter is not worth your time.
By the way, Hill, why did you make the road this wide?
I just estimated and measured, why don't you use an integer? This requires a lot of tools!
Although it may not be a troublesome thing for you, it is impossible for you to do all the roads! The dignity of the lord still needs to be protected...
So, will other roads in the territory also need this width in the future?
This is a bit too much of a burden for ordinary professionals! Do you still plan to make a special tool for this purpose?"
Hill's hand that was pouring wine froze in mid-air... He naturally used the basic value of a first-class highway. If he continued to build it, he might have to make a two-way four-lane road.
"The roads in the city don't need to be so wide...you can build them according to the width you are used to." Hill said slowly, filling the wine glass with a slight force with his fingers and pushing it to Linn, "I just set it casually, for no reason.
, maybe because the intersection with the Long Road in Faerun is just that wide.”
Linn nodded. He was actually just asking casually to confirm whether Hill would require the roads in the city to be that wide. It would be nice to have an answer.
The lords of Toril have always had their own logic, and there are many who have strict requirements on the color of buildings. As a city official, he still has to ask the lords what they think, but Linn also feels that Hill just took it easy.
A way... This kind of person who can cast spells at will is really enviable.
He looked at the small ball in his hand and asked, "What is this? It's beautifully carved and feels good."
"Oh...the coordinates of the space station of the mithril elves." Hill tilted his head and replied, "I have to contact Corellon later and ask his messenger to help deliver some supplies to the mithril elves trapped in the space station."
Linn's left hand holding the mithril ball couldn't help but tremble. He quickly held it with his right hand and gently put the ball back on the table: "Such an important thing, please take good care of it!"
Hill said nonchalantly: "I just put it in my pocket and put it on the table when I came back. This is made of mithril, how can it be broken so easily?
And I have memorized the coordinates and route map...I just contact Corellon to pass this information to him, but I can't send anything."
Lin En couldn't help laughing: "It's not easy to break? Do you dare to hold it hard? Who is the reason why I am so cautious about mithril?"
In the past, this thing could be used as a weapon in my eyes...but after staying with you for a long time, I feel that the mithril ball is not strong."
Hill said calmly: "It will get better in the future, you will get used to it...at worst, you can try your strength limit again."
Lin En shook his head helplessly: "I won't talk nonsense with you... Then, when we leave the Helm Temple tomorrow morning, we don't need to show anything?"
"Just live a normal life." Hill said lightly, "Their departure is no different to the departure of a caravan, for Aglaia."
Linn nodded happily and decided to say goodbye and leave, leaving the space for Hill who was about to contact Corellon. However, when he walked to the door, he remembered something again: "Mr. Faran asked Martha to get some materials lists.
Give it to me. I have collected most of the materials, but I am really in a bit of trouble with some herbs that require freshness. Herb merchants cannot find so many materials in winter, and there are also problems with transportation.
Most of the undead are now in Luskan, and the merchants in Toril don't have that much space equipment."
Hill grabbed his long hair: "Ah... Grandfather probably thought that I would build a plantation in my own territory. The pharmacists in Trahill would do the same."
He lay on the table and groaned: "But I don't like refining potions very much, so I didn't bother at all."
Hill, who usually has no need for medicine at all, even forgot about this thing.
Linn, who was already familiar with the undead, could understand Hill's words. Trasil was very good at building independent large spaces. With Hill's ability, it was easy to create a magic botanical garden full of magic power.
He couldn't help but laugh, no wonder Frank's request for medicinal herbs was always the freshest... His head felt big when he first received the list.
Hill lowered his head and made an estimate: "Should I put the herb garden in the city hall or your house?"
Linn thought for a while before asking: "Can't it be placed in the floating castle?"
"It's best not." Hill shook his head and said, "Both places require energy consumption.
Although the magic circle in the floating castle can also absorb the power of nearby elements to offset this consumption. However, there are too many things going on here in Toril. Who knows if something goes wrong one day and the energy pool in the castle is instantly drained.
It is better to put the herb garden on the ground...when the energy is not enough, you can still follow the natural growth rules."
Lin En glanced at Hill silently, feeling that his friend's understanding of nature might be a little different from normal people.
He shook his head helplessly: "When the time comes, ask Martha what herbs she has... You can take your time with other things, but you'd better complete Mr. Farlan's request quickly.
Judging from his attitude, he will think I am slow when he delivers it early tomorrow morning."
He showed a bright smile to his friend: "I originally thought that he made such a terrible request because he didn't understand the environment in Faerun... But now it seems that if I can't do it, the unlucky person may be
It's you."
Linn left with a smile, leaving Hill with a twitching mouth.
What Fran always disliked the most was Hill and Adrian's habit of being partial to other subjects... If he didn't want to be dragged over to make a whole set of potions again, he'd better hurry up.