Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 835: Chapter 631: The Shoulong That Is Not Friendly to the Little Fairy

An Ran looked at the Archmage who seemed to love art pieces and began to ponder in his mind what kind of gift would be suitable for Master Polanio once the deal was done.

Never mind the value, it has to be tasteful.

He thought to himself! A continent so vast can’t possibly be full of uncultured brutes; otherwise, how could those Great Witches make friends with the Archmages on that side?

An Ran joyfully contemplated, seeing the performance of Archmage Polanio. The City Lord of Agleya City must also have some taste for art, which makes many things easier!

These noble families of Shoulong are not averse to making money, but in this empire, most artists are high-level professionals and must be satisfied; they can’t afford to wrong them.

Hill’s reason for saying this is, in fact, that in the short term, the Undead Tribe’s target will definitely be the pirates of Sword Bay or Moonshadow Sea; they certainly can’t go east after returning dead to Agleya City this time.

Such a strong spatial explosion means the area around the Supreme Forest will be impassable for at least half a year.

If the Undead Tribe wants to cause trouble for Santir Fortress again, they have to take a detour from the south. Even if they have the time and the leisure, the princes of Shade Soul City won’t continue to wait for them.

Although at first, these souls from Naish would consider the issue of casualties and wait for the Undead Tribe that could help them, now that group of Elves can’t come, they won’t drag it out any longer.

They absolutely cannot tolerate humans cooperating with Felin Magic Mallow living, especially right in front of them!

Thinking about how their Floating City has been floating above a group of Felin Magic Mallow for almost a year since returning from the Shadow Realm, the skulls of the Princes of the Shadow Souls feel like they’re going to explode.

Even if they have to return to the Shadow Realm and sleep for hundreds or thousands of years, they won’t let go of Santir Fortress!

Hill thinks that even if they’re unwilling to let go, the Undead Tribe probably hasn’t even set off, and the battle over there is already coming to a close.

This is also quite good for Coron, as it saves him from collaborating with Shade Soul City, people whom the Elves loathe; how could he possibly like them?

However, for the Father of Elves, during wartime, he must utilize all available conditions, and cannot turn advantages into disadvantages.

Under the current circumstances, Coron will likely have to visit Valkin first.

Hill doesn’t know what became of Valkin after he was caught in spatial turbulence, but once at sea, Coron remained silent, which is impossible.

The best way according to the rules on Toril is for battles between deities to be resolved in the Stellar Realm; Hill assumes the Father of Elves has gone to find Valkin’s Divine Kingdom.

There isn’t much to do on the North side unless the Undead Tribe heads north.

Although Luskan and the half-orcs on the World’s Ridge are formidable opponents, there is also the God of Battle currently chasing Bane over there.

If Coron doesn’t want to provoke Tampas at this time, the best option is to let the Undead Tribe find trouble with the pirates.

For the Undead Tribe, if they can receive bounty missions from the East, they’d definitely be glad to hunt down that Sheng Zhaolong.

The Ancient Green Dragon behind the Sword Bay Archipelago would definitely not act for these small pirates; she raises pirates mainly for some costless transactions, but stable routes are more significant to her.

Who poses a greater threat to her route, the Undead Tribe or the pirates? This dragon isn’t foolish; she surely understands clearly.

Hill, satisfied after reviewing the inventory, directly waved his hand, ”List, take Mr. An Ran to see my resource warehouse.”

He had, of course, already prepared a Mushroom House specifically for storing trading goods.

As an Archmage, it’s best to carry oneself with a touch of aloofness; showing concern with just a meeting suffices.

For business dealings, even price negotiations, it’s best left to subordinates.

On Toril, being approachable doesn’t make one seem kind; it only makes people more vigilant, given that the most approachable existences are usually for greater benefits and could easily be disguised devils.

Furthermore, in such times, List is more suitable than Hill. While he may not earn dramatically in business, he won’t lose money, being far more principled than Hill.

An Ran, following the floating Tower Spirit towards the Mushroom House, was still a bit at a loss: in all these years of business, he truly didn’t know how to negotiate transactions with beings like Tower Spirit!

Lest he carefully reports an acquisition price, and this Tower Spirit named List finds it unsatisfactory and directly kicks him out?

Though he had long heard, over in Agleya City, they like using Tower Spirit to manage shops. That Tower Spirit called... seems to be Marsha or something, almost controls most of the trading markets in that city, yet An Ran still can’t imagine what it looks like.

Mainly because the puppet mechanics here in Shoulong have very rigid minds and can only operate within certain limits, unable to exceed them in the slightest.

Moreover, in Ferun, their An family isn’t unfamiliar with several Archmages who have a Magic Tower, but their Tower Spirits don’t seem to be very flexible either?

An Ran feels that he must gauge where the bottom line of this Archmage lies, as he is entitled to a share of the profits. The more profit, the better. In intercontinental trade, isn’t the biggest profit in information fees?

However, just as An Ran, with a belly full of calculations, followed List into the small house with only one floor, his gaze immediately froze.

The space inside the house was very large, but although it was even larger than An Ran imagined, he was not completely unprepared.

The spatial magic of Great Mage Polanio was evident from the space inside the whale.

But it was the shelves lined up and the tall and short cabinets full of precious goods that suddenly made An Ran’s legs weak, forcing him to support his slightly unsteady body against the door frame with one hand.

Especially... the Mithril An Yanfei had specially emphasized. It was actually as big as a fist! And there were three of them!

When An Ran was told, he thought this legitimate line young master was overthinking it. Even if there was Mithril, how much could there be?

Is it worth getting so anxious, even asking him to get to Reception Island as fast as possible!

The Great Witches of the An family are on good terms with some Archmages on Ferun Great Land. Getting Mithril isn’t too difficult for them.

They aren’t unable to buy it; even finger-sized pieces, the An family has some.

It’s said that even the Ferun Lord may not see chunks of Mithril. If they have some Mithril powder, that’s considered good!

An Ran’s little pride vanished amid the three large chunks of Mithril shining on the platform in the middle of the house. All reason disappeared, and the only thought in his mind was: Buy it!

List turned to observe An Ran’s expression, recalculated in his core, and finally decided to raise the bottom line Hill had given him a bit.

After all... the emeralds here were molded by the heavenly fairies; as long as the Heavenly Court exists, emeralds won’t cease, but no one has ever been able to manufacture the Mithril in their home.

Even if the Earth Bear’s ancestral land has a Mithril Ring Mountain, so what? Who can go and mine it?

If not, it’s as good as nonexistent.

So the Mithril in their hands is not something casually dug up; it’s the most precious of items!

List squinted his eyes and gave An Ran, who was gazing around the shelves while muttering, an especially amicable smile: After seeing that even the refined gentleman An Yanfei couldn’t resist touching the whale’s teeth, choosing to place the Mithril in the most prominent position is indeed a good method. This Shoulong merchant already thinks the surrounding items are extraordinarily precious!

Hill didn’t know what good thing his Tower Spirit had done. He just opened the terrace with a group of chattering, immensely curious little fairies, then reminded Oberon and Vila to watch the few Pixies closely. This is someone else’s territory; don’t think of the numbers and run off to open mazes.

The people here and the Fairy Race don’t have a good relationship, always on the edge of war. No one knows what reaction they might have upon seeing the little fairies.

Oberon nodded very seriously and sternly stopped the restless Vila: ”Don’t think that just because you are cute and pretty you would be welcome in the Eastern World too!

Here, rules are paramount. Most Easterners belong to the Orderly Camp, and no matter how good-looking chaos may be, in their view, it is an existence that shouldn’t be.

Little fairies... haven’t been here before, but the outcomes were not good. Being turned into gardeners by mages on Ferun was better than here!”

Vila’s magic wand fell to the ground. As a Little Flower Fairy, even though she enjoyed pranks, her immensely adorable appearance had won much affection on Ferun Great Land; even the usually stern Arcanists of Naish and the Sun God Priests chose to forgive her when she apologized cutely.

So, Vila couldn’t comprehend why someone would be so harsh to cute little fairies.

However, this was said by her dearest dad. Oberon would never deceive her, so Vila sadly flew down to pick up her little magic wand: ”Even if I go out, I will behave and stay by Hill’s side, not causing trouble or speaking with them.”

Hill didn’t say much more since Oberon certainly has a better understanding of Toril’s affairs than he does.

Perhaps it sounded terrifying, but the situation couldn’t be too far from the truth. After all, however stable Oberon is, he’s still a little fairy from the Chaotic Faction. His stability is only relative.

For him to be this cautious, the little fairies must have paid a heavy price, still unforgettable even after so many years.

Hill laughed and comforted the slightly panicked little fairies: ”If you really want to go out, just don’t stray from my robe, and I’ll wear the one with the most pockets when I go out.”

The Undead Tribe once said that robe is standard for a Beggar Sect’s twelve-pocket elder: although most pockets are made as hidden pockets, there are indeed twelve.

Then, plus a large hood, the form-fitting robe is dark brown, and the sleeveless tunic that resembles a cloak is gray. Honestly, it doesn’t count as unfounded criticism from the Undead Tribe.

But Hill likes it a lot; it really suits him with all the little things he carries.