Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 346: Chapter 145 The Undercurrents of the Floating Fleet (Extra for Unparalleled Heavenly Master Alliance Hierarch Part Four)

William looked at this Carl with an odd gaze; he could sense that the surrounding nobles all had weird expressions on their faces.

”The Sorcerer Tower has always wanted to be independent. Hill is just an excuse, not the reason,” William said with a chuckle, still not revealing much.

This Carl never learns, always meddling where others find him a nuisance.

Everyone knows the deal with Hill.

Only Carl brings it up, without realizing that even Miller thinks he’s being foolish.

The Mage Association can no longer reach into Saral; now, the most powerful mage force in Saral is only that of Fran’s lineage, and it’s obvious that Hill would follow in his grandfather’s footsteps.

None of the nobles of Saral who have read Hill’s Biography have mentioned it openly because they all understand that for the next few hundred years, the lineage of Fran is not to be trifled with.

The matter between Melanie and Count Perast, if it were any other family, would have kept these nobles gossiping for thousands of years—those noblewomen’s afternoon tea parties would probably be discussing the count’s health and Melanie’s frivolity every day.

But William noticed that these great nobles of Saral were incredibly cowardly; they’d rather discuss whether those runaway princesses had made Youth Potions, whether they kept hundreds of beautiful young men, or if they were close to demonization than say a word about Hill’s parents.

He had inquired persistently before he understood one thing.

Hill is the creator of the Wind Element Laws, which by now everyone knows.

The nobles don’t know who started it, but they strongly suspect that as long as there is wind, it might carry their badmouthing to Hill’s ears.

Looking back, William wondered if it was his own slip of the tongue that led to this outcome.

It was after that half-elf legendary mage offended Hill that he seemed to say that guy better not leave the Mage Association’s territory by himself for the rest of his life, or Hill would definitely catch him! After all, he is the controller of the Wind Element Laws!

These nobles truly know the times!

Even if Hill has a good temper, Fran does not—and he’s famously unyielding, always uncompromising when he’s right.

Although Fran wouldn’t kill someone over this, no one wants to be grabbed and thrown into the water to wash their mouth out; it’s too humiliating.

William almost sneered, so because he, the king, doesn’t fuss over those rebellious princesses, they think they can fabricate stories as they please?

Now that the king can’t mention a single word, these nobles, accustomed to gossiping about Royal Family affairs, turn to gossip about these princesses?

William didn’t really want this topic to continue; there are still many young princesses in the Royal Family!

If these people talk too much, the citizens will associate Saral’s princesses with wanton and malicious women, which would be too unfair to these young princesses.

But these matters are truly not suitable for him to handle. It wouldn’t be good if people thought he was willing to forgive these princesses; William definitely did not want these capricious women returning to Saral.

Therefore, William decided to let Young William deal with this matter—after all, even if he were to string up those who badmouthed his family at the castle gates, no one could say anything.

They might fear Fran with his clear sense of grudge and gratitude, but as for that vengeful child god, let’s see if they are afraid of him!

Lately, his ears have been much quieter.

Hill, lying down watching the big screen, felt a bit of an itch in his ears; he wondered if someone was speaking ill of him.

They were nearing the territory of the Hundred Cities Alliance; the Undead Tribe had already gone up on deck to take photos.

It did feel a bit like being let out for air, with each person allowed only ten minutes outside.

Once done, they had to return to their cabins.

”How can they be so obedient?” Old Cat said loudly, ”How does William manage them?”

”Their mana is restricted. The guards didn’t dare to lay a hand on them, but the alchemy golems commanded by William certainly aren’t afraid. If they don’t want to be grabbed by the collar and thrown into the cabin, they’ll have to behave,” Anli Er replied, ”Sigh, even though I can watch it through the barrier, I still envy them for being able to see it with their own eyes.”

”What’s there to be so anxious about?” Old Cat said indifferently, ”After the battle at Hundred Cities is over, William will activate the teleportation array, then you can go! Since you’re not on a military exploits mission, you definitely won’t be able to board the ship!”

Anli Er looked helplessly at Old Cat: ”Shut up, please!”

No one knew who snickered first, but soon everyone, including the villagers, started to laugh along.

Hill didn’t laugh. If it were him, he probably would have said the same thing as Old Cat. Was there something wrong with that?

Isn’t it something you can see in a few days?

Besides, if you didn’t put the effort into securing military exploits in the first place, you’re clearly not someone who is desperate to participate in this war, right?

Why would you still envy those who left first?

Hill clenched his fingers. Could it really be his own fault that Earth Mage couldn’t find a girlfriend?

The Undead Tribe below didn’t offer any explanation as to why Old Cat’s words deserved mockery, so Hill could only keep his thoughts to himself.

The floating fleet didn’t hesitate as it passed directly overhead of Hundred Cities, an area shaped like an obtuse-angled triangle with a Central City at its center, less than 200 kilometers away from the borders of the Forest of the Elves and the Dwarf Kingdom—places Dwarves and Elves would naturally pass through on their travels.

The other cities of Hundred Cities can be gradually conquered by the Undead Tribe later; William’s main targets are still the Elves and Dwarves.

Sitting on the throne, he looked up at the starry sky.

So far, there hasn’t been any divine retribution by thunder or fire, it seems the Elf Deity System truly believes they are in a confident position.

The Dwarf Deity System still thinks that Silvermoon’s most important enemy is the Elves and can wait and see for a while longer.

The reason the Sun God gave Hill a demi-god artifact is probably because it is in its nature to be incapable of staying out of a fight.

But the God had already taken action, the challenge had been issued, and if the Elves and Dwarves still haven’t noticed, does that mean they didn’t understand the contents of the challenge?

William couldn’t help but laugh. That painting, everyone in the floating fleet had seen it, including all those spies and double agents.

And yet no one seems to realize that ability which can so easily prompt remorse is not a form of mental magic.

So throughout this journey, his Captain of the Guard has never had a moment’s peace.

Below the deck of his ship, an isolation chamber is now almost full of people.

The most important control center of the airship is right below the painting.

If this core were to be destroyed, the lives of the thousands of knights on board would almost certainly be lost.

The person doing this can only be a mage; they couldn’t possibly be unaware of what they are doing.

Under the power of the sun god, the guilty are easily led to make mistakes.

The resistance of the Undead Tribe actually far surpasses that of these people.

Their elemental bodies and soul projections have greatly reduced the effects on them.

These people think that they can stay composed for more than three hours under the power of the sun god, must be dreaming!

The closer to Central City, the more people are apprehended.

On William’s own main ship, there have been those who were turned against him.