Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 953: Chapter 749: Fran’s Request

For Hill’s teasing, Lynn could only smile helplessly: Once upon a time, Tyr’s followers were synonymous with stubbornness... a thousand years ago, people would sigh when mentioning them: Others won’t turn back until they hit a wall, while Tyr’s followers would risk their lives to knock the wall down.

As a result, a thousand years later, Tyr’s priests can instantly understand even these petty tricks that aren’t worth mentioning.

”Actually, the emissary from Neverwinter City arrived several days ago... But I was very dissatisfied with his attitude, so I didn’t even bring it up with you,” Lynn said, frowning. ”As for the Temple of Heim showing signs of wavering, I’m aware of that too. After all, they’re indeed not very comfortable in Agleya... There’s not many people here who would believe in Heim, given the predominance of non-human races; it’s quite civilized that they aren’t even insulting him.

But I really didn’t expect them to decide so quickly to leave, without even waiting for the Holy Knights from Luskan to return. In the past, the Temple of Heim would always make a show that these Holy Knights were the decision-makers of the temple while the priests were unwilling to take responsibility for certain decisions... Just like during the invasion of Maztika, where even Heim was dragged into it, they could still say it was the Holy Knights acting impulsively to protect their employers...

Tsk, anyone with a bit of intelligence wouldn’t listen to their nonsense after that.

No wonder the emissary from Neverwinter City, after being provoked by me today, simply holed up in the Temple of Heim. I suspect he must have offered a benefit the temple’s priests couldn’t refuse, which made the Temple of Heim so eager to leave, probably thinking you’d be furious at this, and might even punish me as an inept municipal officer.”

Hill pulled something out of his outer robe’s pocket, placing it on the table, and casually tossed the garment to a puppet on the side, asking nonchalantly, ”If the Temple of Heim wants to leave, let them! What about this would make me unhappy? Does their fate have anything to do with me?”

”Maybe it’s because your decision to have the Temple of Heim garrisoned in Luskan made many people think they were allies of Agleya!” Lynn picked up a small mithril sphere from the table and twirled it in his hand. ”However, the Temple of Heim knows their status in Agleya isn’t high... They are likely planning to seize the opportunity while the factions on Ferun Great Land are still unclear about the battle situation in Luskan, to make a hefty profit.

It just so happens that the brother of the King of Neverwinter City’s queen was provoked by me and is jumping around there. I didn’t expect him to have the ability to convince the Temple of Heim to do this.

Looks like King Bane trusts his wife a lot; he is, at least, quite certain that the price he offered can be borne by Neverwinter City.

Hill said unconcernedly, ”Don’t worry about them, this certainly wasn’t Bane’s desired outcome; don’t think that emissary is truly foolish... He deliberately cut off Bane’s chance to seek outside assistance.

The Temple of Heim was indeed brought back... But Heim’s Holy Knights won’t casually sacrifice their lives for anyone... Heim’s followers are also quite faithful, loyal to the lords or employers they choose to follow... But Bane isn’t worth that to them.

Bane’s queen should be an arcanist.

He really has quite the guts! This is essentially sending all of Neverwinter City’s future away.

Slightly higher-level arcanists often choose to become liches towards the end of their lifespan... In the future, Neverwinter City might not have so many troublesome nobles, but which king would want someone like an Old Grandmother standing over them forever?

Maybe Bane figured this out, which is why he was so eager to have the Temple of Tyr return... Unfortunately, you see, he can’t even choose who to send to Agleya City now.

So, we don’t need to intervene in anything.

The Temple of Heim and those arcanists from Naish are no good; it’s not regrettable for any of them to fail.

The detachment of the Righteous Knights is good; I still quite appreciate Tyr and his Righteous Knights.”

Lynn smiled and nodded: ”Ah... I see, so the former king of Neverwinter City also had many little schemes... He wasn’t really so selfless and solely devoted to service.

Also, once sitting on the throne, one’s mentality surely changes; no wonder he would agree to Bane marrying a wife from an ordinary background.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this... Neverwinter City isn’t worth you spending effort on.

By the way, Hill, why did you set the highway to this width?

I just estimated and measured it; why didn’t you use a round number? This raises the requirements for the tools a bit, doesn’t it!

Although it might not be a hassle for you, not all roads can be constructed by you! The dignity of a lord still needs preserving...

So, should all the roads in the territory be this width in the future?

This might be quite burdensome for regular professionals! Are you really planning to create a specialized tool just for this?”

Hill’s hand, which was pouring wine, froze in mid-air... He naturally used the basic value for a primary highway; if he continues as he has, he might end up specifying a dual four-lane road.

”Urban roads don’t need to be so wide... You can build according to the widths you’re accustomed to.” Hill said slowly, applying slight pressure with his fingers to fill the wine glass and pushed it towards Lynn, ”I just set it casually, without any particular reason; maybe it was because the intersection connecting to Ferun Longroad happened to be that wide.”

Lynn nodded, he actually just asked casually to confirm if Hill would require the roads in the city to be that wide, a definitive answer would suffice to know.

The lord of Toril always had his own set of logic, with many even strictly requiring the color of buildings. As the municipal officer, he still needed to ask the lord for his opinion, but Lynn thought Hill just casually drew a line... Such people who can cast spells as they wish really make others envious.

He looked at the small sphere in his hand and asked, ”What is this? The engraving is quite exquisite, and it feels nice to touch.”

”Oh... It’s the space station coordinates of the Mithril Elves,” Hill replied with his head tilted to the side. ”I’ll need to contact Coron later to ask his messenger to help deliver some supplies to those trapped Mithril Elves at the space station.”

Lynn’s left hand, holding the Mithril Sphere, couldn’t help but tremble. He quickly used his right hand to hold his left hand steady, gently placing the small sphere back on the table: ”Such an important thing, could you please take care of it properly!”

Hill said nonchalantly, ”I just had it in my pocket earlier, and I put it on the table when I got back. This is made of Mithril, how easy do you think it is to break?

Besides, I’ve memorized the coordinates and the route map... I’m just contacting Coron to relay this information to him, I can’t teleport items.”

Lynn couldn’t help but laugh: ”Not easy to break? Do you dare to squeeze it hard? Why do you think I’ve always been so cautious and careful with Mithril?

In the past, this thing in my eyes could always be used as a weapon... but after staying with you for so long, I’ve begun to think Mithril spheres aren’t sturdy.”

Hill said with a straight face, ”You’ll get used to it eventually... At worst, you can re-test your strength limits.”

Lynn shook his head helplessly: ”I won’t banter with you anymore... So, with Heim’s temple leaving tomorrow morning, do we not have to make any kind of demonstration?”

”Just live as usual,” Hill said lightly, ”Their departure and a caravan leaving make no difference to Agleya.”

Lynn nodded happily, deciding to take his leave and leave the space for Hill, who was about to contact Coron, but as he reached the door, he remembered something: ”Mr. Fran had Marsha give me a list of materials, and although I’ve collected most of them, I’m having some trouble with the herbs that require freshness. Herb merchants can’t find so much material in winter, and delivery is also an issue.

The Undead Tribe is mostly over in Luskan now, and Toril’s merchants don’t have that much space equipment.”

Hill ruffled his long hair: ”Ah... Grandfather probably thought I’d set up a plantation in my domain, like all the pharmacists in Teraxil.”

He groaned as he leaned on the table: ”But I’m not fond of potion brewing, so I haven’t bothered with it.”

Hill, who usually has no need for potions, had even forgotten about this task.

Lynn, now quite familiar with the Undead Tribe, could understand Hill’s words. Teraxil is particularly adept at building large independent spaces, and with Hill’s capabilities, creating a magic-filled botanical garden is easy as pie.

He couldn’t help but laugh, no wonder Fran wanted the freshest herbs... When he first received the list, it gave him a headache.

Hill lowered his head and estimated: ”Should I place the herb garden at the City Hall or your house?”

Lynn thought for a moment before asking, ”Can’t it be placed in the Floating Castle?”

”It’s best not to,” Hill shook his head. ”Both places require energy consumption.

Although the arrays in the Floating Castle can absorb nearby elemental power to offset such consumption. But there are too many affairs in Toril, who knows when something might suddenly drain the energy pool inside the castle.

It’s better to place the herb garden on the ground... if the energy falls short, it can still follow natural growth patterns.”

Lynn silently gave Hill a look, feeling that his friend probably had a different understanding of nature than most people.

He shook his head helplessly: ”At the time, ask Marsha for the herbs... the rest can take their time, but you’d better complete Mr. Fran’s requests quickly.

Judging by his attitude, even if I deliver it first thing in the morning, he’d think I was slow.”

He flashed a bright smile at his friend: ”I originally thought he didn’t understand the environment here on Ferun to make such dreadful demands... but now it seems, if I can’t do it, the one in trouble might be you.”

Lynn left with a laugh, leaving Hill with a twitching corner of his mouth.

What Fran has always disliked most is Hill and Adrian’s habit of being partial to certain subjects... To avoid being dragged over to remake a full set of potions, he better hurry.