Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 402: Chapter 201: Searching for Information, Ears outside the Window?

Fran didn’t care whether Hill was a Friend of Nature, he had only one requirement, ”As long as you always see yourself as human in your heart, that’s all that matters.”

”I’ve struggled so long to keep my human identity. I’ll never give it up.” Hill smiled, ”Perhaps humanity isn’t all that wonderful, but it’s the real me.

Grandfather needn’t worry, I’m very careful, I’ll never let myself merge with nature.

However, during this time, it seems many people have appeared, and I don’t know who else might come.”

Fran waved his hand and turned to leave, ”Those related to me are gone. Anyone else coming will be for you.”

Hill, lying on the edge of the ship, watched his grandfather depart, then glanced at the Forest Array below.

The mages Fran spoke of were still inside.

Hill looked curiously, wondering if some of these people were actually problematic?

Hill’s magic had an Evil-Banishing Attribute, and it wasn’t just for demons.

In fact, it also did considerable damage to those of the Evil Faction.

Didn’t it hurt them squatting in there?

Then his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Was that Olivia? When had she arrived in Central City?

A disheveled Olivia, led by several members of the Undead Tribe, was heading towards the Forest Array.

An Undead named ’Self-Cultivation of the Working Class’ spoke loudly, ”Miss Olivia, the task will soon be complete! You can also hire us anytime! Absolutely good quality for a low price!”

Watching the eager Undead, Olivia gave an awkward smile.

She didn’t have enough money to continue hiring them anymore.

She hadn’t expected that her plan to arrive slowly would be thwarted by those Noble Church folks, who brought her directly to Dionysio.

As a follower of the God of Time and Space, even though her Main God wasn’t demanding of his followers, she couldn’t possibly enter the realm of other Deities!

She had already lost face once, and she couldn’t ask for help from the people of the Noble Church.

Although Olivia felt that they really wanted her to ask them for help.

Dream on!

If she had the chance, she would definitely show these people a thing or two!

Olivia didn’t think she did anything wrong; it was just that damned woman who took advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and steal the credit.

Olivia was angry that the opportunity had been stolen, but she wasn’t too heartbroken.

It was her own lack of careful consideration.

But being saved on a whim really irritated her; she didn’t want to owe anyone any favors, especially those engineered by others.

Anyway, the only thing that woman wanted was for Olivia not to trouble her son once Olivia returned to Saral.

Olivia thought that ending their entanglement over this incident would be fine.

It was just a loss of face, could it be worse than that time in Obastian?

She had even lost her subordinates.

Olivia made her difficult way around Dionysio and soon arrived at the first city that was beginning to be built.

The people in charge of building the city were some Royal Mages from Saral and officials from the government, and Olivia didn’t really want to ask them for help.

There’s no need to mention those with Mage Aptitude; Olivia knew her own complex.

The greatest pain since her childhood had been having Mage Aptitude but not good enough.

Everyone, upon seeing her, said it was such a pity, she could only be married off.

Fortunately, many mid-tier nobles were very willing to marry a noble girl with Mage Aptitude.

Sometimes Olivia wished she didn’t have Mage Aptitude at all.

Otherwise, without the education of a mage, she wouldn’t have been so proud.

Unlike those misses who thought marrying was not bad, just thinking about her foreseeable future made Olivia feel tormented.

So she didn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity when Adrian returned and led people out.

It seems that was the smartest decision of her life; after all, she was recommended to Polanio’s territory simply because, among Adrian’s clan members, she had the worst Mage Aptitude.

Actually, apart from Olivia, no one was willing to go.

After all, in the Temple of Time and Space, promotion depended entirely on doing good deeds.

The God of Time and Space granted Divine Grace only based on what you’ve done, no other ways to please existed. It was notoriously hard, no room for slacking.

Olivia knew she was greedy, because she didn’t see any prospects in staying in a rural small town, so she pried into Polanio’s wall.

But at that time, she truly didn’t want to be a dispensable Priest in a rural area.

Either being directed by the Undead or having no one around at all.

She once believed that with her intelligence and wit, she would eventually carve out a path through the Space-Time Church.

Later, she could think of a way to repay the Baron.

Who would have thought that now, he had become Legendary while she was on a journey of atonement.

As for those officials.

The people of the Temple of Time and Space all have their hang-ups about them to some extent.

Especially those from noble backgrounds.

Just like most of the temples, the priests of the Temple of Time and Space are children from noble families without inheritance rights, and people with mage aptitudes but little potential.

And the officials are mostly winners from their families.

Not sure about Saral’s officials, but people from the Temple of Time and Space are somewhat competitive.

Olivia, having spent a lot of time in the Temple of Time and Space, gradually became like that too.

Fortunately, there are some of the Undead Tribe taking on flower-planting missions nearby that city.

Olivia flipped through her ring; she had been trekking through the mountains and got some nice things.

Feeling the value was about right, she did not hesitate to post a protection mission.

This Undead Tribe called ’Self-Cultivation of the Working Class,’ although the name was strange, had an Alchemy Carriage!

Olivia felt her luck was returning.

She frowned and followed the Undead behind her, heading towards the forest array that looked very familiar.

One could tell at a glance whose style it was.

But just like the Undead said, it’s best for outsiders to visit and who knows if they are carrying bad aura?

Not being targeted by demons is what truly matters.

Olivia thought, after spending so much time with those guys from the Noble Church, who may or may not be from the evil faction, a purification was indeed in order.

’Self-Cultivation of the Working Class’ swaggered into the forest with Olivia, heading deeper inside.

Olivia followed behind, stiff all over.

Inside the forest array, mages in robes, brimming with authority, occasionally turned their heads to glance at her.

Olivia, having seen many high-level mages in Fran’s Magic Tower and Hill’s town, knew that these were no ordinary mages.

Even Magisters didn’t carry such an intimidating air.

Which meant that the ones casually chatting here were Legendary Mages!

Luckily, they were all standing on the outermost part.

Olivia closely followed the leading Undead, watching as it bypassed one path after another, eventually lifting a row of vines.

”This way,” ’Self-Cultivation of the Working Class’ said proudly. ”Hill’s forest array is quite large.

We like to come and sit here even after we finish quests.

You can plant vines here too, but you need to plant ones that the Gingko Trees like.

Those with roots that can only hang on the Ginkgo Trees and survive by absorbing the juices from the tree – if anyone dares to plant those, the Ginkgo Tree will whip them to death.

Hill’s summoned forest array is of Legendary Level; no one dares to cause trouble here.

We died many times before finding the White Vines that Ginkgo Trees really love, allowing them to hang on the branches.

Occasionally, Hill will bless with Nature’s Blessing, so you see, these White Vines have grown beautifully!

Using this method, we have delineated quite a few territories!

This area is our family’s; you can sit right here inside!”

Olivia didn’t care for his babbling, she couldn’t help but ask anxiously, ”Why are there so many outside...”

”The president of the Mage Association came to negotiate with William and brought quite a few people. They’ve probably been in contact with demons too, so they all came here to dissipate the evil! It’s said they’re all legendary. Miss Olivia, don’t worry. Their boss seems to be squatting in the plump fish ship next to the Royal Palace,” ’Self-Cultivation of the Working Class’ said nonchalantly with a smile, ”Since they’ve come to seek peace, they wouldn’t be foolish enough to trouble a Space-Time Priest on William’s turf, right!”

Olivia had long become accustomed to the Undead’s bluntness, so she felt nothing.

Seeing the resting spot ’Self-Cultivation of the Working Class’ had set up for her, a wave of elation swept over her.

The Undead had not only placed tables and chairs here, but they also used a few small screens to create a private resting room.

After handing the agreed payment to the Undead, watching him leave,

Olivia happily hung a piece of fabric on the screen that could isolate Divine Sense, then went to wash and change clothes.

Olivia sat in the chair and sighed softly, finally able to relax for a while.

However, someone gently asked from outside the vines, ”Excuse me, may I come in?”

Olivia frowned slightly; the visitor made no attempt to conceal the Magic Aura, indicating she must be a Legendary Female Mage.

”Please come in!” she answered crisply, as there was nothing in this place provided by the Undead that needed to be hidden.

She didn’t have the ability to stop people anyway.

Seeing a Female Mage in a light purple robe sweep through the vines and enter, Olivia stood up and greeted her.

”I’m sorry to disturb you, I really didn’t mean to.” The Female Mage smiled warmly, ”I’m Karula. Just a bit curious, so I wanted to take a look.”

She turned to survey the modest space, ”The Undead are really interesting, aren’t they? Using the Evil-Banishing Forest Array as a resting spot? These White Vines are indeed beautiful.”

”Good day, Your Highness Karula. Please feel free. Once I have rested adequately, I will have to leave,” Olivia said respectfully, ”Generally speaking, as long as you pay, the Undead are willing to provide certain services.”

”Mr. Spencer said the same thing. But I still don’t quite understand how to deal with the Undead Tribe,” Karula said, chuckling more warmly as she noticed the female priest relaxing a bit at the mention of Mr. Spencer, ”I wonder if I could learn from your experience?”

She sat at the table and took out some food and juice, ”Would you please share some details with me? We can chat while we eat.”