Surviving The Fourth Calamity

57: Chapter 57 Going to Black Rose City 57: Chapter 57 Going to Black Rose City Riding in his beloved little carriage, Mr.

Hill made his way to the main city of Black Rose, a place forever free from traffic jams.

Of course, he was sitting inside the carriage, drinking a beverage, reading a book, and enjoying a very comfortable journey.

Mr.

Hill had already learned how to create the Tower Spirit of an intermediate-level Magic Tower.

This thing had previously been useless; even if one successfully practiced with it, it could only be stored in a warehouse.

After all, those truly capable of building Magic Towers were at least at the Archmage Level.

They would never use a core that couldn’t withstand the power of a Magister.

Even if occasionally there were a few like Mr.

Hill, who came from affluent families and started building Magic Towers early, they generally had powerful backers, and the Magic Tower cores were high-level goods given by their elders.

But now, Mr.

Hill had found a good use for it.

His carriage employed one of the most satisfactory intermediate cores.

The Tower Spirit was set to the image of a black-haired boy.

Mr.

Hill did not know what he was thinking at the time, but the boy somewhat resembled a star from some TV show.

Perhaps it was because he had no other ideas at the moment, so he randomly set it to look handsome?

The daily operation of the Tower Spirit required a great deal of Elemental Crystals for energy.

Compared to the core of a junior shop, the demand of an intermediate core had increased a hundredfold.

Just like Fran’s previous airship, the storeroom below was full of crystals that supplied energy to the core aboard the ship.

Even Legendary Mages might not be willing to spend so much money.

The fact that they could afford it was thanks to the generous donations from players.

Now in Fran’s Territory, the Potion Shop still saw a large number of players buying goods every day—exclusive business is certainly lucrative!

For Mr.

Hill, the greatest benefit was that he could sell a large amount of intermediate potions produced in his alchemy factory every day.

Though the total price of these potions might only equal one of Fran’s potions, it was enough to meet the needs of the elements within his own territory.

Mr.

Adrian had once wondered why the Undead Tribe needed to buy so many blood blue potions; now Haifasardo kept begging William for mercy.

Mr.

Hill felt that Mr.

Adrian still did not understand players.

Were they concerned about Haifasardo’s war?

They were guarding against each other.

If William did not start a war soon, they would have to start fighting among themselves.

As long as they still had needs, there was no need for List to use the reserves to satisfy these elements.

Thanks to the crystals Mr.

Hill supplied every day, the three elemental families in the territory were almost frenzied, continuously going to List’s place seeking tasks.

In the elements’ simple view, they could not take Mr.

Hill’s crystals for nothing.

List had just sent Mr.

Hill a blueprint of a garden town—if Mr.

Hill confirmed, he would start giving the elements daily tasks.

Yes, with this mobile Tower Spirit, Mr.

Hill could now receive messages from List every day.

In the 200 square meters of space beneath the carriage, it was filled with crystals ready to be used.

There were also a few large-capacity boxes nearby—if the crystals ran out, the Tower Spirit could operate the puppets in space to get them from inside.

Mr.

Hill hoped that by the time he reached Black Rose City, the players who had been working for a month at William’s place would have enough crystals to clear out all the goods in his storage ring.

Mr.

Hill’s journey was very peaceful, and Saral at present was eerily safe.

The highway robbers previously supported by various nobles had altogether vanished.

Mr.

Adrian had once remarked to Mr.

Hill that one couldn’t even find a thief in Saral.

Were the Undead Tribe too zealously hating evil?

Since when did Sky Knights start chopping down thieves!

Those who survived had either turned over a new leaf or quickly fled Saral.

Mr.

Hill could only chuckle stupidly in response: A simple task like catching a thief, seen by players searching everywhere for quests, would cause them to go crazy with excitement.

Suddenly, the Tower Spirit appeared beside Mr.

Hill: “Someone is coming from the city ahead.”

“Hmm?” Mr.

Hill was puzzled.

There were still over 100 kilometers to Black Rose City!

Why such a big reaction?

Mr.

Hill raised the roof of the carriage, floated up, and looked ahead.

The people running towards him were only 10 kilometers away now.

This was a small Knight Corps setup.

Mr.

Hill saw the familiar Luo Sanquan and An Idler.

In the back were A Baba and An Baba?

Mr.

Hill decided to ignore these two; he didn’t want to call them by their names.

There were others he seemed to have not met before.

However, given this basic configuration of a 20-person Knight Corps, was a fight brewing again?

Luo Sanquan’s horse was also carrying that Swordsman called Old Dog; he stood on the horse’s rear, wailing hello to Mr.

Hill from afar.

Coming closer, Luo Sanquan asked excitedly, “Mr.

Hill, what brings you here?”

“I’m planning to travel around the continent, starting here, then to Kexlote.

From Kexlote, I’ll head south.”

“Ah!

Does Mr.

Hill need bodyguards?” Old Dog interjected: “The kind that can fight and work?”

Mr.

Hill sincerely felt he had not gone mad enough to take this trouble-making bunch out with him.

“Can the Undead Tribe leave Saral?” Mr.

Hill was also puzzled: “Can you leave the realm of that Deity?”

“Of course not!” An Idler said, “Don’t listen to him, he’s brainless.

If we stray too far from the temple, we’ll dissipate.”

Mr.

Hill genuinely asked, “Has someone tested this?”

“Ah!” Luo Sanquan said nonchalantly: “Of course, with other countries nearby, there are always those curious to see.

But once they leave Saral for 500 kilometers, their bodies just disappear!

Some time ago, someone wanted to go see the Noble Temple!

Just as they thought about leaving the Temple of Time and Space, their body was directly struck to pieces!” Old Dog said heartlessly: “He still wanted to see if the God of Nobility was still tormented in Hell, but he was struck by divine punishment.”

“What punishment?”

“All his reputation in Saral was reset to zero!” An Idler said mischievously: “Except for repairs and the potion shop, other shops refuse to do business with him now!”

“And within half a month, both the potion shop and repair costs were doubled.

Many people were thankful for him testing poisons!”

“Do you guys really want to check out the other factions?” Hill looked at the unconcerned players, “The little probing never does vanish, does it?”

“Why are you so nervous about people coming over?” Hill decided to change the subject, as it was a bit dangerous.

“Ah!

Zhu Meili is so annoying,” the old man said, “Ever since End of the World Romance took in Lutai the eunuch, it has been all their people over there.

They’re supporting several alliances now, with more people than us yet only one city.

We’re allies with the Magic Cult.

Not to mention having two cities, but we also made an alliance with Wenjian.

Interest clashes, allies hold grudges, and we naturally didn’t get along,” he said bluntly, “If it weren’t for the possibility of more fighting at William’s, we would have started long ago.”

Luo Sanquan was a bit irritated, “They are now harassing us on a small scale.

They send people over daily to assassinate those who are alone.

Some with a thinner skin can’t handle it anymore.

Baldy has us take turns patrolling the area daily, keeping an eye out for strangers.”

“We’re actually okay, fewer people, fewer problems.

Spies are easy to spot,” an idler joined the conversation, “Over at the Magic Cult, they’re really troubled.

Snow Old Dog struggled for a few days and hardly identified any spies, heh, he’s practically exhausted.”

Hill shook his head, ignoring their complex loves and hates, “Help me find a place, I want to open a shop.

It’s fine if outside the city gates if inside is inconvenient.”

The old man suddenly felt his bag, “Ah!

Mr.

Hill, are you selling jewelry again?”

Hill, confused, nodded at him, “Definitely there will be jewelry.”

The others burst out laughing.

One idler said outright, “His girlfriend also came in!

Always regretted not being able to buy those pieces of jewelry.

Totally envious.

Is the old man probably counting his money in the bag?”

“Guai Guai likes it!” the old man complained, “What can I do?”

Luo Sanquan had already pulled out a tablet and was communicating with someone, “Baldy is asking if you need a shop provided?”

“No need, I have my own.”

“Then how about the small square next to the Bell Tower?

We’ve canceled our shop street.”

“Don’t mention that shop street, we’re still good friends,” an idler said.

“We don’t have lifestyle professionals,” the old man explained to Hill, “Baldy wants us to take turns selling goods to make money.

The idler is awesome, sold for three days, lost money for three days.

Can’t remember prices and even messed up the accounts!”

“Like you guys got it right!” the idler erupted angrily, “Whose ledger is completely error-free?

Who?

Let’s hear it!”

Hill kept a straight face, but inside he was laughing hysterically.

In modern society, many people make mistakes even with calculators, let alone doing mental math.

Hill sat on top of a carriage, watching as they approached Black Rose City, “So you guys renovated?”

“In Kexlote, a city was repaired for a month, and upon returning, Baldy decided to make the city look nicer,” the old man said.

“Mainly to attract lifestyle professionals,” an idler scoffed, “The previous city was too ugly; pretty girls didn’t want to come, no attraction for lifestyle professionals at all.”

“Baldy and Liu Liu are here,” Luo Sanquan said.

Hill had already seen the twin ponytail loli, riding a horse and bringing Xiao Liuliu over.

From afar, he laughed loudly, “Mr.

Hill, long time no see!

Really missed you!

Welcome to Black Rose.”

Hill felt slightly creeped out as he watched the overly enthusiastic Baldy, “Anything you need me to do, just say it.”

Sitting behind, Xiao Liuliu tugged at Baldy’s ponytail a few times, “Shut it, you’re too fake.”

She laughed and said to Hill, “Actually, there’s nothing much, it’s just that Baldy wanted to buy the shop core and the sales and receiving puppets that he saw last time.

I wonder if Mr.

Hill has any in stock.

Rainfall went to Master Fran’s territory to look, but unfortunately, they didn’t have any.

Mr.

Adrian said they no longer make such low-level puppets.

We were actually planning to visit your territory in a few days, but it’s such a coincidence you came first.

So Baldy was a bit overly excited, please forgive him.”

Hill looked at this capable girl and then back at the perfect Baldy pulling at his own hair, waiting.

He deeply realized what it meant to have a clever wife and a foolish husband.

He nodded, “I have a few sets.

Usually, it’s one core with ten puppets.

2000 per set.”

“Are items for mages calculated using crystal stones?” Perfect Bald asked, “Can gold coins only buy regular goods?”

“Senior mages have no need for gold coins,” Hill explained, “Other professions still need them.

After all, day-to-day necessities are still provided by ordinary people.”

“You mean food, drink, lodging, and transportation?” Xiao Liuliu quickly replied, “Do senior mages all live in Magic Towers?

Is it because of the puppets?”

Hill nodded, “Once a Magister, a mage’s body has become elemental, and their need for daily necessities decreasing.

We continue to eat and sleep out of habit, not necessity.”

Xiao Liuliu pondered, “It’s quite similar to us!”

Hill nodded, “Your bodies were made by deities using elements, so you progress quickly.”

Several people gathered around Hill, and soon they entered the city and reached the small square.

Hill’s shop was about to open.