Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 839: Chapter 635: The Person Who Came to Die for No Reason

Hill was unaware of Anran’s worries. In his view, he didn’t even bring Farna along, but rather had six brawny men following him, and two Weapon Masters in An Family’s standard brocade armor walking ahead of him.

This way of traveling surely couldn’t bring about any trouble. From An Yanfei’s performance, the influence of the An Family seemed quite substantial here in Haidong.

During his time on the Ferun Great Land, the ordinary people he encountered were mostly those in Silvermoon City, who were already accustomed to all sorts of beauties. Even if Hill stood out a bit more, it wasn’t enough to make people lose their wits.

Moreover, the spoiled scions on the Ferun Great Land were of relatively low status, and even in more powerful countries, no Prince had the confidence to consider a Legendary figure as a subordinate.

The overly complex political environment in the Ferun Great Land elevated those above Legendary strength above the regimes.

But it was different in Shulong. These noble clans, with at least a thousand years of history, gave their children the confidence to look down on the Legendary, even if they themselves were just low-level Professionals.

Hill walked slowly along the long street. Many people in the crowd pointed at them. In Benevolence City, there were quite a few people with hair colors different from the Shulong natives, but they all wore local clothing.

The robe on Hill and the scale soft armor on a few Knights made them stand out from others.

Hill didn’t care about this pointing and whispering. Someone who walked amidst the Undead Tribe’s gaze wouldn’t be intimidated by mere stares.

”Great Mage Polanio, ahead is our An Family’s Treasure Pavilion. Steward Anran asked us to take you to have a look. Although you haven’t made any decisions on some items, seeing them in person might change your mind,” an An Family martial artist said with a smile.

He was a bit nervous. This Great Mage seemed more interested in the street’s local customs than luxury goods. He wasn’t sure if his words would have any effect. But Anran had instructed them to try their best to delay, ideally keeping Hill in the Treasure Pavilion for a few hours.

Hill turned to look at the items on the street.

Although they seemed interesting, most of them were too crudely made, and he wasn’t interested in purchasing them.

In Hill’s life, things were either nonexistent or the best, and he had already lost the patience for anything less.

He nodded, ”Let’s go. I want to see things for ordinary people.”

”The first floor of the Treasure Pavilion is all ordinary household items, just with better materials and craftsmanship,” the martial artist quickly replied, looking delighted and proud.

Hill couldn’t help but chuckle, following him into the Treasure Pavilion, surprised at how proud the An Family was of their own merchant guild.

Once he entered the first-floor hall, Hill indeed saw many interesting little things. Even the clay sculptures had higher quality colored dyes, not peeling off easily to reveal the clay underneath.

Upon the request of a group of Little Fairies, Hill bought several hundred clay dolls, each with different looks but all sharing the same characteristic of being cute and lifelike.

There were also some interesting prints, mechanical toys, and exquisite oil-paper umbrellas that Hill practically swept up.

However, despite this haul, Hill frowned as he looked toward the staircase to the second floor. He hadn’t felt such a disgusting gaze since he turned sixteen.

This kind of disgusting gaze...

Brought back some very uncomfortable memories for Hill.

The identity of being an Earl’s second son and a Mage Apprentice meant he didn’t need to worry about those filthy hands, but couldn’t stop the nobles participating in the Earl’s banquets from casting disgusting glances at him, because everyone knew the Earl didn’t like him.

As long as there was no physical confrontation, such minor issues were of no concern to the Earl.

Hill could only endure and make himself disappear from everyone’s sight.

But since leaving after becoming an adult, Hill hadn’t experienced such disgust again.

Even in Saral under William’s rule, anyone who dared to act like this would find William not stopping Hill from personally killing them.

His power was enough to make those people only think of fear upon seeing him, their gazes daring only to look at the ground.

Hill turned and stepped towards the second floor.

A group of disheveled young masters crowded the staircase, their eyes darting, mouths ceaselessly tutting.

The shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion was desperately trying to dissuade them, ”Young Master Bai... Young Master Bai! This is the An Family’s honored guest... please don’t be so rude!”

”The An Family’s honored guest?” A conceited voice shouted, ”What about the An Family? Even if your Family Head arrives, I might give a bit of respect. Who do you think you are?

Get lost, no wait, have that little beauty from the west drink with us.”

Hill sneered, unwilling to listen to more vile words. With a flick of his fingers, and amidst the alarmed, helpless gaze of Anran who rushed in exclaiming, ’Spare them,’ a row of Wind Blades shot straight towards those reckless guys.

”Haha~ only a Great Mage, after all. Shulong is not a place for a mage to thrive~” The guy who shouted for Hill to drink clapped a Turtle Shell, ”Spare them, my ass! You started it; now obediently follow me home~”

So that’s... a binding type of Witchcraft Instrument?

It seems to use a causality type of Law? As long as the strength is lower than the Great Witch who made it, it will be directly suppressed, with no other possibilities.

However, a mere Level 35 witchcraft trying to control him?

”Why is it not working... Lin Yi! Didn’t you say he wasn’t very strong?”

”Where is Lin Yi?”

”Lin Yi has run away!”

Amidst the panicked cries of the group of rich young masters, Hill, without blinking, directly used the Ring of Winter to release a large number of ice golems in the swirling snowstorm.

The temperature inside the Treasure Pavilion rapidly dropped, with countless defensive auras appearing only to be shattered by the wind and snow.

An Ran watched dumbfounded for a moment, then quickly reached out to pull the manager, whom Hill had casually thrown from the upstairs, out of the Treasure Pavilion, and shouted, ”Members of the An Family! Quickly withdraw from the Treasure Pavilion! We can’t manage this now!”

Hill paid no attention to this guy.

In his perception, the managers and guards on the upper floors swiftly packed the goods into large boxes and then jumped out through the windows.

Soon, inside the building, besides him and a few golems, there were only those fools shivering under the protection of the enlarged tortoise shell.

”How is this possible?” the arrogant guy shrieked in panic, ”My grandfather is a Great Witch! He’s defeated countless Archmages! Damn it! An family! Aren’t you going to save me?”

Hill looked at this shameless person, who insulted the An Family guests but still wanted the An Family to save his life, and suddenly felt curious about what kind of family could raise such a fool.

How amusing, even after fighting Kelben on the Ferun Great Land for so long, I never felt this strong urge to destroy an entire family.

An Ran clung to the doorframe, hesitantly saying, ”Great Mage Polanio, can you just beat them half to death?”

”He wanted me to drink with him, what do you think?” Hill said coldly.

”An Ran! What are you saying? Aren’t you going to save me? Does the An family not want to live anymore?”

”He asked a Great Witch to drink with him! You fool!” An Ran couldn’t help but curse, ”Why did you come to my Treasure Pavilion early in the morning instead of going to the Sex House, to trash my place! What a disgrace! What a disgrace!”

An Ran’s heart was bleeding; he had just gone back to notify the Clan Leader, hoping to get along with their family before these young second-generation scoundrels met the Great Mage Polanio, and lock people up to avoid trouble.

But he just got back and found that his own family was in deep trouble.

Moreover, the most important thing was that he instructed An Chu to invite this guest into the Treasure Pavilion, who might not have caused any trouble if he had just been wandering the streets.

But then again, with timing so precise, it would be surprising if there wasn’t anyone stirring trouble behind the scenes! Those young scoundrels, although usually good-for-nothings, should normally be holed up at some beauty’s place right now, not running to the Treasure Pavilion to buy something!

The dignity of a Great Witch cannot be tarnished; these bastards are as good as dead.

But the leader is the son of Haidong Governor Bai Maoqing and the grandson of Bai Jiayang, one of the Three Great Sorcerers of the Shulong Empire.

An Ran couldn’t bring himself to stop Hill.

Otherwise, all the dreams the An family has been building these past days would turn into nightmares. Besides, if the An family were to bow and scrape before those who insult their guests on their own turf, what kind of noble clan would they be!

For noble families, face is the heaviest! Only families that rely on having a Great Sorcerer for less than a thousand years would be so foolish, offending everyone they encounter, daring even to slap the faces of real big noble families!

But for noble families, it is just a matter of enduring for some time, waiting until the Great Sorcerer returns to the earth before they settle accounts with such a family.

Who the hell would have imagined that the Bai Family would actually dare to reach out to the An Family! If this isn’t about the An family’s trade routes, what else could it be!

What should we do? That wretch can die as he pleases; saying such things to a Great Witch-level person, nobody can save him, not even his father dares.

Moreover, this guy might have been thrown out as cannon fodder to give Bo Governor an excuse to create trouble for the An Family!

Once today’s business is over, they certainly won’t trouble Great Mage Polanio, but the An Family that brought him to Haidong might face disaster.

An Ran gritted his teeth, watching, not daring to leave, only able to instruct the managers who jumped off the building to quickly report to the An Family Clan Leader.

A Great Sorcerer... it’s not like everyone doesn’t have one! The An Family would rather reveal some power to trigger the Emperor’s vigilance, than let the Bai Family off!

Hill calmly watched above.

The tortoise shell is indeed strong, blocking Hill’s Wind Knife and Snow Sword for over twenty minutes, but it’s already covered in cracks and on the verge of collapse.

He didn’t hit with full force at once; he was waiting for the fool’s backup. How could just a tortoise shell allow him to roam so freely?

There should be about seventeen or eighteen good items given by a Great Witch before he would dare to act against a Great Mage.

He did notice something amiss, but regardless of the reason, he couldn’t let these guys go.

I just wonder if the purpose of this incident is to target the An Family or me, the outsider?