Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 650: Chapter 448: Lynn, Who Brews Wine Like Brewing Mud

Hill received the newspapers sent by Lynn’s people the next day.

The thick stack of newspapers was over a meter tall and was delivered by a burly 7th level warrior accompanied by two lackeys.

Hill guessed they were guards from the town, subordinates of Lynn.

Otherwise, even those who visited the church in this small town would walk around his place.

These men should actually be considered soldiers, so Hill couldn’t reward them with a tip.

Although he was unsure of the attributes of warriors in Ferun, Hill decided to be cautious when dealing with official personnel, not wanting to offend them with money.

It would be better once he became accustomed to everything in the outside world, Hill thought, frowning, this place being not ruled by nobles, some things required extra attention.

In the end, he offered the three warriors a drink of elf wine, which was actually a blend of juices, but was quite suitable for warriors who relied on repeatedly breaking physical limits to advance, as it could help with the repair of bodily injuries.

The three warriors looked at each other in bewilderment as they drank the juice, then became tremendously excited.

The feeling of being completely restored to health was marvelous, and a quick opportunity for promotion was a better reward than money, a reward beyond their wildest dreams.

No wonder the sheriff sent them to deliver such a trivial thing; they thought it was because no one dared to deliver anything to such a powerful mage!

It was said that this was a mage of over level 14, stronger than the untouchable Mage Hughes in the library.

They happily went back to report to Lynn, as for how much reward they received from the outside world, of course, there were no Gold Coins, it was the newly arrived from the Forest that wasn’t used to the ways of the outside world yet when it came to giving money.

It would be great if they could handle all the deliveries to this visitor from the forest; perhaps they could switch to the brothers with more serious injuries for the next time. Discussing it with the sheriff should not be a problem, right?

Hill flipped through and found that almost three years’ worth of newspapers were all there.

He decided to finish reading these newspapers before going to the library.

At the very least, he needed to adjust his style of speaking to match that of the newspapers.

The style of writing could be old-fashioned, but it would be best to change the way he spoke in everyday conversation.

That was the reason he decided to stay in this small town for a while, otherwise, he could have gone straight to the grand university library in Silvermoon City to look up information.

However, Hill did come across something related to the Blue Dragon Cave.

A hungry mother dragon attacked a monastery that mistreated followers of the Goddess Loweta and was killed by the monks inside. Then, the dragon brood from the Blue Dragon Cave attacked them.

The monks fled to the underground caves, while the Blue Dragons sent their goblin followers to pursue and kill them relentlessly.

Although they suffered heavy losses, in the end, Loweta’s followers successfully defeated the goblins and forced them to retreat.

The tone in the newspapers was objective but still carried a hint of schadenfreude.

After all, neither of the quarreling parties was anything good, and the aboveground structures of that monastery were all destroyed; those dark followers probably could only leave dejectedly.

This incident had just happened not long ago, and the newspapers were still discussing it these past couple of days.

Hill silently read a few lines; he didn’t have a strong recollection of the incident, but what was clear was that not long after this, there were the days when the dragons went mad.

The Silvermoon Alliance seemed to be less affected, probably because even though the Blue Dragon Cave was near, what they hated most were the Beastmen.

Even when they went mad, these Blue Dragons were targeting the Beastmen camps in the Naser Mountain Range.

Hill turned those pages, looking for some information related to Silvermoon City and the 14th-level mages.

The university, strongly supported by Arasdro, was recruiting professors.

Mages below level 11 needed to pass a test, levels 12-13 required a letter of recommendation, and mages of level 14 and above could enter the university at any time, regardless of their identity.

Hill looked on indifferently; he was in no position to teach others how to cast spells.

Although he had indeed learned quite a few spells of this world, that was because he had become a legend, very familiar with the laws.

In terms of Ferun, it meant he first understood and grasped the essence of the world, then used this essence to cast spells.

Hill was the epitome of achieving miracles through power, not a theorist.

Some students in that university might even have studied magical theory better than he had.

Hill never thought he lacked talent, but systemic knowledge, if not studied from a young age, always falls a bit short.

He even considered starting over as a student in the university, if it wasn’t for the fact that once he entered Silvermoon City, the Puzzle Lock would invariably detect Hill’s level, making it impossible for him to enroll as a student.

Hill, in fact, did not care much about this loss of face.

Wait a minute, Hill suddenly realized something; he didn’t have a Magic Book yet.

Indeed, he had recorded most of the spells in Ferun, but not in the form of a magic book of this world.

That was indeed quite troublesome.

But before entering Silvermoon City, it would be better for him to create a book that wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

Hill knew he couldn’t hide his origins from Arasdro, as the Goddess of Magic must be aware when he accessed the Weave.

But when interacting with ordinary mages, it was best not to reveal his identity as an outsider.

He sighed, holding the map of the Ferun Great Land that came with the newspapers from Lynn, realizing that making contact with Teraxil would have to wait a while longer.

The Star Gate that connected myriad worlds exploded, and the fact that Tyr’s subordinates had fled back in defeat was certainly known to All Gods by now.

Deepwater City, not too far from the Silvermoon Alliance, should have a Star Gate.

Hill flipped through the newspapers from the past two days but found no mention of any such explosion. It seemed the incident had been suppressed.

After all, that place had absolutely nothing to do with ordinary people.

It seemed that if he wanted to know about the Star Gate, he would have to go to Silvermoon City.

In Deepwater City, he’d wait until the Giant Dragon’s frenzied days were past. Hill always remembered that the biggest real estate merchant there was indeed a dragon.

Hill pondered a while and decided to visit the library to see what materials mainstream Magic Books were made of.

The kind from Felunryel was too rudimentary, just basic models from top to bottom.

Hill was very clear that he absolutely couldn’t maintain a persona of humble poverty, counting every Gold Coin as he lived his days.

Thinking about the various Magic Book designs, Hill suddenly became enthusiastic. Perhaps he could create Hill’s Book of All Laws!

Hill happily gave up flipping through the newspapers and got ready to go out.

The newspapers of this world were really too boring, all about policies and news, not at all what he had in mind.

It could also be that Lynn, afraid of leading him astray, hadn’t sent over what he deemed lowbrow newspapers. Hill figured that once he arrived in Silvermoon City, he might choose to subscribe to all types of newspapers.

That way, he could indulge his love of gossip without revealing it and directly access all sorts of tidbits.

He absolutely believed in the greed of merchants; even the little-read street pamphlets would be stuffed into the inclusive subscription bundles.

When Hill entered the library, Mage Hughes greeted him.

”Welcome to Silvermoon Library, Mage Sir,” he said respectfully, ”borrowing books costs 1 Gold Coin per day. Transcription is 1 Gold Coin per book.

We also sell Transcription Technique scrolls and various related materials.”

Hill nodded at him: ”Good day, just call me Hill. Do you have any transcribed works available, Mage Hughes?”

Hughes hastily nodded: ”I have transcriptions of some commonly used Basic Codices. Are you interested?”

”One of each kind,” Hill said with a smile, ”I want to see what’s available.”

The clever Mage Hughes had transcribed books like the Encyclopedia of Plants and Animals, as well as some basic books for magicians.

For instance, Hill was very interested in the Common Knowledge of Magic Book Crafting and a simple introduction to Alchemy.

It seemed that indeed there were very few mages in this town and their levels were quite low, so the only books Hughes judged he could sell were these basic ones.

Hill settled his bill with small Gold Bricks, which Hughes preferred.

”That will do for now,” Hill said and walked into the library, copying dozens of Magic-related books published in recent years with a Transcription Technique scroll.

Hughes’s stiff smile became more natural as time passed. Even though Hill didn’t buy his Transcription Technique scrolls, having a few hundred such scrolls was perfectly normal for a mage who hadn’t been out for a long time.

Reading Technique and Transcription Technique were indeed the basic scrolls for mages starting to craft Magic Scrolls.

Although Hughes didn’t know how old the Half-Elf Mage before him really was, in his heart, he had already assumed Hill was much older than his own seventy years.

Humans had no business comparing themselves with Half-Elves, whether in talent or age.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy for that face that, despite being older than his own, looked so youthfully fresh.

Hill stowed away the other books and, pretending to be serious, walked out of the library, looking over a copy of the Silvermoon Alliance Herbs Compendium.

He didn’t know why Hughes had that resentful look on his old face, but it still made him a bit uncomfortable.

He’d finish reading these books first before returning; hopefully, by then, Hughes would be back to normal.

”Hill,” Lynn called out to him on his way home.

”Good morning, Lynn,” Hill responded with a smile, watching the swiftly approaching Sheriff.

”I’ve come to ask you something,” Lynn said with a strange expression, ”You came from the forest with Elf Wine? Have you brought enough to share with the soldiers delivering messages?”

”Yes,” Hill responded decorously with a nod, ”People outside don’t know about this; you should understand! It’s just a mixed Juice with a hint of alcohol, does anyone not have a few dozen barrels at home?

It’s my own brew, of course, there’s plenty.”

Lynn’s mouth twitched: ”Nonsense! Only those who make it at home have it!”

Hill gave Lynn a peculiar look, as almost all Elves in the Forest of the Elves would brew what’s so-called Elf Wine due to the near-exhaustless supply of fruits, and they didn’t like to see the fruits end up rotting on the ground.

Its ability to restore health was merely a secondary feature; the Elves simply disliked the wastage of excess fruit.

But there were always some Elves who could only make Juice, as any attempt to brew would turn into a mushy rot, and even getting fruit vinegar out of it would be a good outcome.

He hadn’t expected Lynn’s Family to be one of those cases!

And yet, he dared to be a bartender!

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