Even though Adrian acted like he was waiting for the crowd and quickly dispersed, Hensley still did not give up and asked: "Does Mr. Adrian attach great importance to this territory? He actually brought so many people here."
Adrian rolled his eyes slightly and said without hesitation: "What can I do? The undead are always working day and night! The royal shops in Salar are not closed!
Then my store cannot be closed, and I must arrange for two shifts of people to open the store in turns."
"I didn't expect Mr. Adrian to attach so much importance to the undead!" Hensley said with a sigh on his face: "Mr. Fran, is this what you mean?"
Adrian glanced around at the undead who were watching the excitement, and suddenly said loudly: "Alchemists, always respect all customers!"
He glanced at Hensley: "We are not as powerful as Legend. We can obtain various materials directly from outside the material world. We can only rely on powerful professionals!"
Hill almost laughed out loud when he heard a sentence from the crowd: "Respect all customers who can afford to pay."
Adrian blinked: "If you don't have money, you can work hard. And there are no undead people without money.
Don’t take Hill’s shop as the standard for alchemy shops!
An ordinary alchemist can afford a grocery store."
Hensley looked thoughtfully at Adrian, who was so friendly to the undead.
Hill is not worried about him imitating Adrian.
Due to his nature, seeing the friendly and enthusiastic attitude of players toward NPCs, he could easily slip into the abyss of pure exploitation.
When the relationship between him and the player changes from friendly to neutral, he should know what it means to turn against someone.
Adrian had paid attention to the players as soon as they appeared. Coupled with Hill's careful advice, he completely showed the noble style of being polite and courteous when facing people of the same level, but keeping a distance.
Phillips snorted again and said goodbye to Adrian coldly: "Don't forget that you are still a magician. I'm leaving first."
Hearing these words that looked down upon players at all, Hill felt that Phillips was going to be in bad luck.
This is the base camp for pvp players.
He glanced around with the corner of his eye: some players were already discussing why Phillips was still in the friendly camp.
It was just that they asked why he was still green. Neither Adrian nor Hensley understood, but they both felt keenly that the atmosphere had taken a turn for the worse.
Hensley said goodbye quickly, pulling the archmage and walking back quickly.
Adrian looked at Hill, who shook his head and said it had nothing to do with them.
He smiled again and said to the onlookers: "Can you please go outside the corridor? I'm going to build a store."
Then he handed a drawing to Hill.
Hill rolled his eyes and summoned the earth element from his shop.
"How to find Hill?"
"Sil seems to be a summoning mage. The earth element follows him every day."
"Is it like one person can defeat an army? They are all magician-level elements!"
"Then below legend, isn't Hill the best?"
"It doesn't seem possible. It's said that all the magicians and priests here know how to banish. Even at the level of magicians, they can send away 7 or 8 of them at once.
Anyway, it seems that Hill is difficult to kill, but people are not afraid of being killed by him."
The players were discussing as they moved towards the corridor.
Hill controlled the twist in the corner of his mouth: I have only taken action a few times, how did you collect the information?
"Does that mean the legend can kill Hill?"
They actually continued to discuss it!
"How is that possible? Just look at how wealthy he is!
How could there be no means of escape?"
"There is an alchemist master backing him up! Last time I went to Obastian, the mage there said that he was traveling, and Frank would definitely give him a legendary puppet. He looked envious and jealous!"
"So Fran is the strongest?"
"I didn't look at those two legendary students. They rushed over to say hello. There are so many rules here, and those two raised their faces so high! If Adrian's status is lower than them, he will definitely not come up!"
Sometimes Hill really wished that William could block these discussions about NPCs. NPCs didn't want to hear it.
Just like the two people below, they must have put all their mental energy here, but they can only tolerate these chattering words.
There is no other way, there are more people than cows.
Adrian put a large pile of materials on the open space with an expressionless face, and took a few apprentices on the boat to fly.
Hill held the drawing, tried hard to ignore the gossip outside, and carefully meditated and sketched it in his mind.
The earth element quickly resonated with Hill's soul and quickly pounced on the various ores on the ground.
The frame of a 500-square-meter two-and-a-half-story building was set up in about 10 minutes.
Anyway, Hill is only responsible for construction, not decoration.
Adrian used obsidian as the building material, carved a magic circle, and used an intermediate tower spirit as the core of the store. It was not enough for these apprentices to escape into the underground secret room when danger came.
So Adrian had to let Hill build it. Only his earth element could quietly create a secret room dozens of meters deep underneath.
While the earth elements above were roaring loudly, another one secretly dug directly into the heart of the mountain and built a three-bedroom house.
Everyone knows how to build a secret room, but it must not be easy for people to find the specific location.
Amidst the voices of the surrounding players loudly lamenting the convenience of building houses with earth elements, Adrian jumped down, entered the house, and began to carve out the magic circle and make simple decorations.
Watching him quickly take out a large piece of crystal to make a floor-to-ceiling window, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Together, these two people can kill a city's contractor, right?"
Hill took a quick glance: Black Rose's.
As expected, he is a subordinate of the contractor, and he is quite sensitive to this aspect.
"So why doesn't Perfect Baldhead play an earth mage?
With a few more earth elements, why do we have to build our own houses!
I can pay to hire him!
The contractor has worked a lot, has he returned all the things he learned to school?"
Hill looked at the young master complaining loudly and felt that he was really not afraid of death! The people standing around him were all Black Rose people!
But soon he twitched the corner of his mouth and watched those people all agreeing. It seemed that they wanted him to help build a house more than the dignity of their leader.
Hill looked at the players standing in the corridor, and gently used magic to transform the material of the stone corridor. He thought that it would be impossible to protect it in a fight, so he didn't want to waste mana to strengthen the material of the corridor.
But they forgot that players also like to stand on the roof.
"Has this stone changed color?" Someone soon discovered it.
"It must have been Hill, he looked at us several times.
Are you afraid that we will collapse the roof?"
"666. Look at the magic they use, it's so quiet!"
"You can also use silent mode!"
"Are you stupid? You know what to use just by looking at the gestures."
"I don't know. Why should I remember other people's gestures?"
The man was speechless for a while, but after a long time he said: "Aren't these all for PVP?"
"Why didn't I know how Wen Jian became a PVP player?" Another person was even more angry.
"Asking about swords!
Then you have to ask the young master."
Hill found this sudden realization and his attitude of not intending to continue the quarrel to be very insulting.
"Ask P. He doesn't even know."
However, the person who asked the sword didn't care at all.
Hill vaguely heard someone singing: "The young master is in a gust of wind, and everyone who asks for a sword is confused."
The young master himself was right in front, watching the fun with his arms folded, completely ignoring the discussion about himself that followed.
These gang leaders, regardless of anything else, are definitely as thick-skinned as the others.
They are all typical examples of people who get used to being scolded.
"Hill! Hill!"
Hill heard someone calling him and looked back.
"The ink pen is outside, looking for you."
He nodded, flew up slightly, and landed next to Mo Bichenxin who had his feet raised.
"Why don't you just fly in to find me?" Hill asked in surprise.
The girl next to him laughed heartily: "Mr. Hill, this guy flies to the ground, resigned to his fate, and his voice is loud and crooked.
There are so many gang members, so he better not go in and be embarrassed."
Mo Bichenxin did not refute at all and acquiesced.
Hill blinked, a little confused as to how their flying technique was used.
It probably has something to do with the sense of direction!
Mo Bichenxin cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Hill, I heard that you have a kind of puppet that can cook?" He asked eagerly: "Can we buy it too? Is it limited?"
"This thing is easy to make, but it requires a powerful tower spirit to instill skills." Hill replied: "I am not in the tower now, and Liszt is more free. I should be able to do something.
Just go to him directly.
But the number of puppets I make is not very large. The first ones can be chosen based on their appearance, but the latter ones are only the standard puppets made by the alchemy workshop."
Huabi Youxin smiled cutely at Hill, then took off and ran away.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hill." Mo Bichen scratched his head, "Hua Bi wants to open a restaurant."
Some of you have thought of opening a restaurant!
"That's good." Hill answered him with a smile: "I only have simple meals there. It can be done for a while, but not for a long time."
"Hehe." Mo Bichen said sheepishly: "We also heard that there is a puppet that can cook, so we dare to open a restaurant!
Otherwise, who would dare to eat what we cook?
Hua Bi doesn’t know how to cook at all, but he still wants to do it.
No one wanted to poison her.
It’s best to have a cooking puppet and let her pretend.”
Can you tell me this? Hill glanced at this silly kid: There are so many people around here listening!
I don’t know how many people have already sent these words to Huabi, right?
Mo Bichen was completely unaware and continued to ask: "Mr. Hill, how long will the two stores be open?
If they leave, do I still have to keep the store for them?"
Hill suppressed his eyes roll: Do you want them to leave and just occupy those two houses?
"When they leave, just ask them." Hill said, "Give them a period of time and then take back the territory."
Mo Bichen nodded happily: "Even with their lofty moral character, they will not stay here with me."
Hill twitched his lips: "Please be polite."
Mo Bichen suddenly understood and said: "Ah! It is said that some mages like to use their mental power to eavesdrop, right?
Don’t worry, no one will argue with us about such bad words.”
So even though you know they can hear it, you still say yes?
He suddenly waved his hand: "Can they also listen to me in my lord's house?"
"I don't know." Hill could only say calmly: "There should be an introduction in your lord control core."
"Then I'll go take a look first." Mo Bichen quickly left, "I'll go to your store later."
What's the matter? Hill frowned and thought, since he came to the player's territory, his brows were about to wrinkle.
He looked back: the black crystal-like exterior wall of the store had become gleaming.
Adrian has opened the core of the store, and the lights of various magic circles are shining.
"Mr. Hill!" a player shouted.
Hill looked at him and tilted his head in confusion.
"Can we add some tables in the corridor? There's no room for water!" The player shouted loudly, ignoring the commotion of the crowd.
Hill thought about it, and the earth element emerged from the soil and stood on both sides of the corridor: they used spells together to inlay small folding round tables that could be pulled down on the supporting pillars.
The table is not big, but enough to put some food and drink.
Hill quickly flew up and went back to his store.
He felt that if he stayed any longer, there would probably be strange requests.
Hill sat on the third floor and waited quietly. Adrian came upstairs soon.
"Hill, do you understand what Hensley means?" Adrian asked seriously as he sat on the sofa.
"Understood, he said that I am already a magician. When he does things, he will only treat me as an equal person, sow discord and conspiracy, and will never exclude me."
Hill glanced at Adrian: "Uncle Adrian, you don't need to worry about me.
I don't like these things, but that doesn't mean I can't handle them.
My father's third wife was much higher in rank than Hensley.
I watched it for four years."
Hill thought to himself: How many years have I watched novels and TV shows? These methods are not as good as those talented people in those harem novels.
Hill doesn't understand politics very well, but he's not afraid of sowing discord with his mouth.
Adrian nodded: "That's true. Hensley's methods can only be used by arrogant mages.
For those who come from a noble family, few of them are effective.
But don’t act stupid. What I’m saying is that he might trick you in the future.”
"Uncle Adrian." Hill laughed and said, "I have to be careful to guard against this kind of thing. It's impossible for me to let down my guard against people other than you and my grandfather.
Even Bonn, after leaving me for so long, I will never completely trust him again."
"You can figure it out yourself." Adrian said, "I always treat you like a child.
Hensley taught me a lesson.
You are already a mage, no one thinks you have extraordinary qualifications.
You are already a thorn in the eyes of many people!"
He looked at Hill worriedly: "Natural consciousness still surrounds you, right? But don't rely entirely on Him.
Just in case it doesn’t work anymore or abandons you, you should be prepared.”
Hill felt the anger of the natural consciousness surrounding him and quickly said with a smile: "Nature loves me very much! She will not abandon me."
And I’m also afraid that in some places, my natural consciousness will be blocked, so I have to be prepared.”
He stared at Adrian, hoping he wouldn't continue to say stupid things.