Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 113: Chapter 92: 3 Stores to Choose From_2

Hill interrupted Adrian, who wanted to interject, ”Wait until I’ve finished speaking.

”That clan leader made use of the alchemy hut that grandfather had made as the Lord’s Mansion.”

”Hmm?” Fran became interested.

”It was directly expanded tenfold by divine power,” Hill said succinctly. ”The Undead Tribe said they needed space materials. He searched a lot, and the material of that hut was the best.

On closer inspection, the quality of the current house even surpasses that of legendary materials.

He sold me several pieces of scrap material, which were previously broken pieces they ignored, and this time the properties changed as well.”

”How much? I’m coming over right now!” Adrian exclaimed excitedly.

”Choose any ten of the weapons and armor grandfather made.

Plus, you can buy others with money.

Uncle Adrian, bring more with you.”

”No problem!”

Fran asked, ”Do those two know about it?”

”Phillips wanted to buy the territory directly from that clan leader, and his tone wasn’t very good; they started arguing and almost came to blows,” Hill said indifferently. ”Hensley also acted very arrogantly, which the Undead Tribe didn’t appreciate much.

Neither of them was allowed to enter the Lord’s Mansion.

We only left after the deal was done.”

”When dealing with the Undead, one can’t afford to be too proud,” Adrian said.

”It gets better once you’re familiar with them,” Hill responded. ”If you’re not up to it, couldn’t you just take on students like Uncle Adrian?”

”Thanks for the compliment,” Adrian said, not amused. ”As soon as I pass by, they’ll know something’s up.”

”I’ve mentioned you’d be sending a few apprentices to open a shop,” Hill smiled. ”After all, the territory is now secure. The Undead don’t plan to tax the land, so opening a shop is normal.

Beneath it, there are many magical beasts; otherwise, the Undead won’t have moved tens of thousands of people here.

Phillips and Hensley apparently haven’t caught on yet.

They’re probably not yet accustomed to this method of moving through space gates.

His Majesty the King moved this way; they should’ve seen it.”

Fran was somewhat dissatisfied, ”Then I can’t just go there directly.

How do they plan to report back to their own mentors?

This mobile communication method is currently exclusive to Hill, right?”

”They are all magisters; they can fly very fast,” Adrian laughed. ”They probably don’t see the need to report back yet.”

”I just hope they bring enough money,” Hill said, looking out the window. ”I’ve marked the purchase price on the crystal plate outside the door. Srei said they’ve all seen it.

Those are spoils of war from tens of thousands of people!”

Hearing this, Adrian jumped up, ”I’m on my way. I’ll take everything from the weapons and armor stockpile!”

Hill hastily gave a reminder, ”Be sure to bring the new space crystal weapons Grandfather made.

And since they’re used to magic wands, bring some over for modification.”

”Hill~~,” Adrian said joyfully, ”I already know that most of the good stuff will be sold to the Undead in the future, so how could I be unprepared?

I’ve already modified the majority of them.

The new elemental weapons the teacher made, a large portion were directly crafted into magic wands.”

Hill smiled, ”Grandfather seems rigid, but he is actually quite adaptable.

This can be seen in Adrian’s character; a truly rigid person couldn’t teach a student like Adrian.

Actually, Fran has the typical scholar’s temperament, emphasizing the principle ’the master leads you to the door, the practice is up to the individual.’

Unfortunately, it demands too much from an individual’s quality.”

”Hill, I’ll be there tomorrow,” Adrian said cheerfully, ”I’m going to pick people to bring over first.”

”This is a kind of family that loves to fight,” Hill said quietly, ”bring along the bolder ones. And bring quite a few puppets.

The houses should have very high defensive power.

From what that clan leader said, it sounds like they can attack each other within their territory.”

”Got it,” Adrian said seriously. ”I’ll bring the materials with the highest defensive power.”

”Make it clear to the apprentices you’re bringing,” Fran instructed, ”they get triple the subsidy.”

”Yes, Master.”

Adrian ran off, and Fran asked, ”That Miss Carl, has she taken a liking to Phillips?”

”Yes, grandfather.”

”For future resources as a magister, huh?” Fran said softly. ”Has she not considered that your resources might be even more abundant?

Clever girl.”

”What you have in hand is real.”

Hill knew what he meant; why couldn’t Melanie be as astute?

He didn’t interrupt, waiting for Fran.

”Be careful not to get dragged into Hensley’s mess,” Fran finally said, ”but don’t just take it lying down either. If Phillips really gives you trouble, push back.

Adrian will have a word with Hensley about that.”

”Alright, Grandfather.”

After the conversation had ended, Hill made sure everything was normal within List’s territory, then sat quietly by the window, deep in thought.

He actually felt a bit like going down there to take a look.

But Hill was still a little worried about the players, even though they seemed friendly.

Hill was genuinely afraid that some rash player would want to test if this NPC could be breached.

Even if he died and the player who attacked him was punished, it would be meaningless to Hill then!

In places crowded with players, unless it’s within the city, Hill absolutely did not want to go.

You can’t fly in the dungeons, right?

Hill sighed; better just wait patiently.

In Haifasardo, there were still two days of work to be done.

There shouldn’t be much resistance there; William hadn’t called for players, otherwise, those combative guilds wouldn’t have all flocked here.

Haifasardo was probably left for the newer players to level up.

William must be happy; he didn’t have to worry about how to find a place for the old players to level up anymore, scratching his head over creating instances!

The players found it themselves.

However, Hill frowned as he estimated the number of Magical Beasts; there were so many of them just in the tunnel leading to the underground.

This was the endless source of every beast tide. No wonder each time after the beast tide ended and the Knights went out to sweep, there wasn’t much gain.

Hill felt the disturbance of magic power nearby.

Phillips and Hensley had started building their houses.

He stood up to look: Phillips had chosen a spot with a nice view, next to a tall Beech, and built a white L-shaped garden house.

The house was beautiful and cozy, and the garden was planted with white and pink roses; Miss Carl must be very satisfied.

That tree was indeed very tall and beautiful, and Hill had been tempted.

But it wasn’t suitable for the apprentices that would come later; the roots of the Beech were too extensive and deep.

Some dead roots had rotted away, leaving several passageways.

Hill worried that during the beast tide, the underground Magical Beasts might take advantage.

As for Hensley, he had efficiently chosen a mid-mountain slope closest to the ground and built a 500-square-meter, three-story building without hesitation.

From Hill’s vantage point, he could see the building on his right side; he squinted.

On the outside of the building, facing the slope and on the left side, hung a shimmering Crystal Plate, scrolling with purchase prices.

Hill weighed it up; it was a third higher than his.

Knowing Hill was watching from above yet without hesitation, they publicly offered a high price; Hill pursed his lips.

Phillips seemed to have noticed too, and they quickly raised a Crystal Column at the shorter side in front.

The price was the same as Hensley’s.

Hill couldn’t help but smirk: they must have arranged this!

Their intrigues and schemes against each other did not prevent them from trying to push Hill out of the competition, did they?

Even if Adrian came and Hill changed his prices, it would still be a day late compared to them.

Hill was really a bit frustrated; why did everyone look down on him?

Even if the future doesn’t represent the present, why were they so sure that Hill’s current abilities were inferior to theirs?

Could they all cast a group Banishment Spell?

Hill rested his head against the window, grumpily pondering.

The Banishment Spell was indeed a major nemesis in his life ahead!

Groups of players came up the hill.

Hill watched them stand at the bottom of the slope, discussing and pointing at the houses.

A few girls ran straight for Miss Carl’s cottage.

Some male players compared the prices and, finding them identical, stepped into the closest, Hensley’s shop.

The girls, having sold their items, left the house, strolling around the garden; Hill thought they might be taking photos.

A few male players, however, looked up and headed straight for Hill’s shop.