Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 296: Chapter 99 A Kaleidoscope of Black, Adrian’s Fury Toward William

Hill pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, ”Just let them be! Remember to save a copy for me, too. I have no idea what they could possibly compile. And Lina?”

”She went, too.” List said quickly, ”They gave her a large sum of money, and it seems Lina talked a lot about the past.”

”Let her be, it’s better this way. From now on, she won’t even have the right to ask for my help.” Suddenly, Hill remembered, ”Does the Undead Tribe have something like a chronicle of the Saral Royal Family’s major events?”

”Yes.” List answered promptly, ”It’s not people from our territory who are writing it, but they all know about it. It’s just not finished yet. We have people from our territory who’ve come to the library in the church to read it. They’re writing a chronicle.”

”Don’t worry about it, it’s just them wanting to write stories about deities and the like. Remember not to keep it in the territory’s library, only in the Magic Tower.”

”Understood, sir.”

Hill had long known that there would definitely be a story-plot faction among the Undead, and now it was already too late.

If it were not for the fact that their elemental bodies lacked one hundred percent perception, Hill might have worried that they would discover the differences in this world.

However, sometimes, Hill could tell from their conversations that the games in their world were also controlled by intelligent brains issuing random tasks.

With different choices, the tasks would follow different paths.

Moreover, the NPCs in games were intelligent, just that William’s game was a bit more flexible.

This group of Undead had played more than one game. The cohesion of their families had also accrued slowly over time.

Of course, their enemies were also increasing.

Hill had once heard them praise William’s game company, saying that their entire building was mainly composed of a superintelligence and its servers. There were hardly any follow-up designs. After inputting the mainline tasks, the main brain would automatically generate other branch tasks.

They were satisfied, but they still cursed William.

Of course, the lead designer is always the one to get scolded.

The God of Time and Space and William must have searched for a long time before they found this unique world among countless others.

And they had no intention of exposing the existence of this world.

Sooner or later, the game would fade into obscurity over there.

Just like in Hill’s world, where many games that had existed for decades slowly lost their players, shutting down one server after another, until they completely ended.

Hill shook his head, it wouldn’t be too early. He dismissed his needless sighs and thought, when the time came for him to leave this world for the starry sky, he might still see the child of that girl, Cunlü.

Hill’s days were leisurely. He even had the mood to enjoy the bustle of the Undead.

As for the so-called chronicles, Hill did not take them to heart.

The study of magic almost entirely occupied the majority of his energy before his youth, and after the only attempt to please Melanie ended in failure, he threw himself into the world of magic.

Lina and Locke, in fact, spent most of their time managing servants and fields.

Around Hill, there were only Boen and some maids.

But compared to his mother, who would come to check on the young master’s needs in the morning and see if there was anything amiss at night, Lina was already doing very well.

She was a dutiful housekeeper, and Hill gave her the best treatment as her reward.

He didn’t think Lina, who was still living in Fran’s Territory and hoped her two children would have a good future there, would say anything bad about him.

However, Hill’s wish not to become a pitiful child neglected by his parents, as spoken by others, seemed somewhat dim.

Hill wasn’t about to dwell on these things. Recent events were too many and starting to annoy him.

Sitting in the Quiet Room, Hill immersed himself in his Mental Sea, needing to clear the slightly oppressive emotions.

The Wind Magic that Hill had been thinking about for a long time remained unsolved.

He knew his knowledge was still somewhat lacking.

In the end, he could only try to work on Wind Blade, a basic spell.

Every day, as he worked on the Wind Blade Magic, Hill would repeatedly combine the runes and then compress and solidify the summoned wind blade.

Not knowing whether it was the World Will that gave him a hint of inspiration, Hill finally transformed the Wind Blade into countless small crescent-shaped boomerangs that could instantly emit and turn back and forth.

Satisfied, Hill lay on the ground, watching the flying green darts dance in the Quiet Room, and smiled quietly, deciding to call it Gale Blade.

Hill stood up and walked onto the balcony.

The night was beautiful, and the moonlight was enchanting.

This was Hill’s home, the silent valley and the gently swaying forest were his spiritual haven, allowing him to enjoy freedom and peace.

Hill’s thoughts drifted quietly in the mountain breeze.

In such beautiful scenery, Hill turned the accumulated oppressive emotions of this period into a mixed Wind-Earth spell, Flying Sand and Rolling Stones.

He had long desired a hybrid magic of wind and earth, but he had never been able to finalize it.

Initially, he simply thought of hurling huge boulders accelerated by the wind, but it didn’t seem very useful.

A boulder thrown with full force by a Legendary Knight might even be more powerful. Eventually, he gave up on that idea.

Instead, it was the Flying Sand and Rolling Stones idea that burst forth from his inspiration today.

It was an enhanced version of a tornado, sufficient to whittle away at a high-level magic shield.

Hill went to wash up and sleep with a happy mood; he was about to begin his seclusion.

He had already felt the fullness of his mental sea and the urgent desire to expand it.

Hill knew that the moment for his advancement was near, when the family of the wind elf Kais was officially established, and it was just around the corner.

Soon, Hill had once again shut himself away in the Quiet Room, daily organizing his mental sea and magic ring.

Outside in the valley, with the three Legendary figures—Merkel and the two Earth element lords—standing guard, there was nothing to worry about.

Though Hill’s days were mundane, they were fulfilling, whereas Adrian’s days were somewhat troubling.

William’s personality was too erratic; Adrian simply did not understand what was meant by ”a dazzling array of black.”

Although under his terrifying gaze, William had withdrawn his unwarranted thoughts, Adrian nevertheless felt genuinely drained.

Fran’s magic array had been engraved and was ready to be implemented in her Magic Tower.

Adrian’s architectural blueprints, which William had been very pleased with and had agreed to the day before, suddenly took a strange turn when Adrian spoke about the decoration of the King’s Hall.

Adding glittering transparent crystal stones of all elements to a black base was an idea Adrian was very satisfied with; not only would it look beautiful, but it would also charge the arrays on the walls.

Under the illumination of crystal lamps, the various crystal stones would shimmer with different colors, radiant and undoubtedly beautiful.

Unexpectedly, William suddenly desired something like a dazzling array of black!

Adrian almost flipped the table and quit.

Even if Adrian used transparent crystal stones of various colors, he would still consider the unity and harmony of colors.

A dazzling array—if one disregards aesthetic appeal, then just piece together these crystal stones directly onto a black base! If William wanted such a thing, he could assemble it himself!

But Adrian also knew that what William meant was black color, yet it should give the feeling of a dazzling array.

Adrian didn’t have that level of appreciation, and he truly told William that he hoped the Goddess of Arts would be able to achieve it for him.

Either he had to piece together a dazzling flower onto the black base himself, or let the Goddess of Arts produce the kind of black color William wanted.

Adrian was acutely aware of his own limitations; he definitely did not possess that level of artistic ability, and he could only express his sense of beauty within the realm of mortals. He wished William would bother the Goddess of Arts instead.

William can enjoy reminiscing about the past when he was once taught a lesson by Queen Spencer. Adrian cursed inwardly.

However, the Undead Tribe really proved to be extremely useful! Adrian watched the Earth mages quickly transforming the wooden structure of his building into stone, feeling a bit envious.

Although Hill could also accomplish it, the effort required and the time consumed were too great.

Unlike now, where in just a handful of minutes, rows of Undead Earth mages were taking turns, turning all the walls into obsidian.

And so, the border walls of Saral were indeed being built very perfectly! Adrian’s mind drifted to the news he had seen a few days before. The Holy Alliance, which was fighting against the Noble Temple, requested the construction of a defensive wall akin to the Great Wall of Saral.

Implicitly, they were saying either send us more mages or allow us to ask the King of Saral to send the Undead Tribe.

If Adrian had seen this message, it was because the Mage Association had sent over a large portion of its Earth magic mages.

Is this planning to step into the limelight, suggesting that the Mage Association and Saral do not get along?

But in the end, when they actually start fighting the elves, won’t those elders who are beyond Legendary still take action?

After pondering for a moment, Adrian reckoned that those mage families were applying pressure on other nations not to follow Saral’s lead.

Even if the Mage Association established schools, their methods were just slightly more discreet, always managing to serve the purpose of strengthening their families.

But if other countries began to train mages as Saral does, then these families would truly have no future.

Adrian walked slowly through the Royal Palace, inspecting the newly built palaces.

Following him was a group of mages directly subordinate to the Saral Royal Family, who needed to learn from Adrian how to maintain and preside over these magic arrays.

Adrian did not care about their desire to learn his secrets. If merely looking and understanding a little could grasp the essence of their faction, why would Adrian bother so strenuously searching for students?

Rather than dealing with these people not understanding and having to be called over to perform repairs, Adrian preferred to teach them more right now.

Adrian was indifferent to any resentments they might harbor. Ever since William entrusted the construction of the Royal Palace to Fran and him, there had always been grumblings from the royal mages.

In their opinion, how could the construction of the Saral Royal Palace be entrusted to outsiders! Even if he was a Legendary Alchemist Master, how much better could he be than them! Aren’t magic arrays the same as they have been for tens of thousands of years?