Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 324: Chapter 125: Hill Almost Got Tricked Again (Qin Feng abc’s Reward for Additional Release)

After sending Fran away, Hill glanced askance at List who peeked out stealthily, ”When did you find out?”

”The last time Mr. Fran and Mr. Adrian stayed at the town lord’s mansion, they mentioned Lady Melanie’s matter,” List honestly said, ”I didn’t intend to hide it from you, but Mr. Adrian said if you don’t ask, don’t tell, to spare you the distress.”

”I’m not distressed now, I’m embarrassed!” Hill raged, ”Why didn’t you stop me from agreeing to let those guys write that biography!”

”Wouldn’t secretly spreading it have been worse?” List instinctively replied, ”Stopping them would only have made them more curious, digging deeper! It’s better to remain ignorant till the end. No matter what, Sir, you are innocent.”

Hill looked at the pretending-to-be-foolish Tower Spirit and waved his hand to shoo him off, ”I won’t be meeting the Undead Tribe lately, handle whatever comes up.”

Did List think it was better for Hill not to know as well?

Hill walked to the terrace and gazed at the scenery outside: Tower Spirit really knew Hill the best, sometimes feeling things more directly than Hill did.

Hill could be hindered by his emotions in making decisions, but Tower Spirit would not be.

Suddenly, Hill thought, what does it mean to dig deeper? Was there something about Melanie that had not been discovered?

Did List think it would be severe if it got out?

So, in other words, for the people of this world, Melanie’s actions weren’t beyond the pale as long as they weren’t discovered?

Hill wracked his brain and recalled the permanent contraception mentioned in passing.

This medication, it couldn’t just be useful for women, could it?

Indeed, during the years Hill was at the castle, the Earl had no illegitimate children born.

Hill thought it was because the new Countess was more favored by the Earl.

But if the Countess and the Earl were indeed estranged, the Earl’s mistresses would definitely not be few.

In the first year of their marriage, they indeed spent a lot of that time in the then capital, Obastian.

Hill had thought they wanted to live a life of just the two of them. He never realized they were each living their separate lives.

It wasn’t until the Countess had Edgar that they returned to live in the castle.

Indeed, while the Countess was pregnant, the Earl couldn’t possibly have been faithful, but during that period, no illegitimate children appeared.

There was nothing in the Countess’s family that the Earl feared, so had he truly lost the ability to reproduce?

List was right, as long as this affair wasn’t uncovered, Melanie would be innocent.

No matter how colorful her days were, in noble society, she indeed danced on the line, but the Earl was the one who lost that line.

It was the Earl who was mocked.

But if Melanie’s act of administering contraceptive medicine to the Earl got out, she would be cursed by all the nobles.

It’s a world where lineage is critically important, no matter how shameless the Earl is, discontinuing a Knight’s lineage is unacceptable.

So most nobles openly kept illegitimate children. Some would even raise children born of their wives’ affairs if they carried the lineage.

As long as the heir was of their blood, many noble couples just muddled through life together.

The matter with Edgar only made the Earl a laughingstock because of Manton’s presence.

If Edgar had been the eldest son, even the Cardinal of the Noble Church would have been targeted by nobles the world over.

Even the Noble Church wouldn’t protect him, nor would they want to; it would be a direct assault on the doctrine of the God of Nobility.

Hill shook his head, no longer wanting to think about this matter.

If it hadn’t been dug up by now, then it was a good thing.

Probably because Melanie kept the birth of illegitimate children in Perast continuous while she was alive, few people would think about her giving the Earl contraceptive medicine.

Who would have thought that the lady would suddenly start to love her own son enough to end the Earl’s chances of having legitimate offspring in the future?

Hill suddenly laughed, feeling Melanie’s motherly love, which, after all these years, affected him now.

No matter how others viewed it, Hill was actually quite happy.

Truly quite content.

He could now admit that he too had longed for a bit of love from Melanie, his ”stepmom.”

It was the longing of the other half of the soul that had been fused into this body, an innate craving.

He had suppressed it with reason up to this point.

Gazing at the stars under the night sky, Hill felt his whole soul laughing.

Hill, closing his eyes, felt himself completely merge with this world.

The greatest benefit of this book to Hill was singular.

It was that perhaps tens of millions of people would mutter, ”Hill truly deserves to be Nature’s Darling, his nature is too innocent!”

Even the people of this world would soon spread the word.

William had officially published the book, and the Knowledge Church would certainly buy it.

The Transcription Technique of this church was of a divine level, no worse than William’s printing factory.

Hill could imagine that through the Knowledge Church, the book would soon spread throughout the entire human world, and even to elves and dwarves alike.

Official books were rarely read, but a book like Hill’s, few would not read.

It could at least become a topic of conversation at a social gathering.

I wonder how many people would exclaim that Nature Warlocks are indeed born pure.

Even those who sincerely cursed Hill as a fool, in fact, still brought him a positive response.

It wouldn’t be long before, as the book spread throughout the world, Hill’s name would be known, even to those unaware of what was going on.

Hill, compared to those diligently pursuing the path to godhood to ensure the world remembers their names, might receive even more feedback.

If at this moment the spark of the Goddess of the Hunt were still with Hill, he could almost ignite the Divine Fire and become a deity himself.

List’s choice might not have been wrong, but it was definitely influenced.

World Will, it really wants Hill to become a god directly and stay in this world!

Hill absolutely would not compromise.

Without stepping outside, how would he know what he liked more?

Hill looked up at the sky; he would definitely go out and see.

He swore it.

Hill thought for a while, then picked up the book and flipped through it again.

He needed to see if there was anything he had overlooked or any slip that he had made.

After his contact with the Undead Tribe, his activities had been recorded very clearly.

He guessed that matters related to their world mission were marked very clearly by the God of Time and Space in terms of cause and effect.

No need for these undead to dig up secrets anymore.

Moreover, on their forum, new summaries appeared daily.

Hill had already seen that the undead who wrote this biography thanked certain people on the forum for allowing him to quote them.

Luckily, later on, Fran gave Hill a hairpin; otherwise, based on the contents of the book he saw, no matter how inconspicuously he dressed and hid, he would have been discovered.

Hill had previously sneaked to the Undead Tribe’s stalls, clearly wearing a hood and clothes like those of the Undead Tribe, yet he was still caught.

These Undead Tribe members seriously wrote in the book that the items on this stall, which had caught the eye of someone like Hill who had never lacked money from childhood, must be valuable and worth stockpiling for a future price hike.

One never knew when the prices might rise.

Hill looked at that photo, deeply shocked.

Who would take a photo where both buyer and seller wore hoods, showing only their chins?

And how did the Undead identify that this photo was of Hill?

You could only see a pair of hands and a chin!

Hill had to look very closely for a long time before he confirmed that it was indeed himself.

The guy had even written that although Hill was not seen again at the Undead stalls, from those who could go to Hill’s Domain, it was learned that the food made by Hill’s Cooking Puppet kept up very closely with the new products of the Undead Tribe.

In Hill’s Domain, aside from himself, no other human could go out and eat these things.

So he must still be visiting the marketplace of the Undead Tribe.

Only, with a legendary Alchemist Master as a grandfather, he had probably used specific alchemy items to hide himself very thoroughly; hopefully, someone could uncover it, Hill’s current whereabouts, and his methods of concealment.

Hill would let them dream on.