Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1299: Chapter 1090: The Minor Troubles Brought by the Mithril Mine

Shaer looked at Hill, who had an expression of ‘Oh my, things can be like this’, and her large blue-purple eyes curved slightly: “Otherwise, Andreju wouldn’t have suddenly gained so much freedom after being locked in the dark room, right?

His king brother probably thinks his foolish younger brother can sometimes be quite useful.

Though it can also harm oneself, it definitely disgusts opposing forces more… especially in Anmur, where the political system is already uniquely complex.

Don’t forget, in Anmur, those with ability are called King, while those without are called Speaker.

If you were the senator in charge of the navy, seeing such a situation, would you swallow this anger?

Andreju originally… had dozens of houses!

How did he get so lucky, choosing the one with a pair of beautiful twin daughters? And directly accomplished the task?

Many people can guess there’s a conspiracy here, but… most people overlook the king because of Andreju’s tragic ending.

Though Andreju is indeed foolish, he survived in the complex political system of the Kingdom of Anmur, and even became the ruler of Mulan… Fools naturally have their way of surviving.

Otherwise, he couldn’t have maintained his ‘Mithril’ status and not been degraded to Mithril, ah, you should know how Anmur differentiates high and low statuses, right?

Though Andreju is a pig, he’s a pig with roots, so he doesn’t believe just anyone. Surely… the King of Anmur stirred things a bit inside, but just missed a trick, losing to the senator behind the navy.

But, letting the king who controls the entire economy of Anmur lose so miserably, guess how much funding the Anmur Navy could get in these years?

They’re probably driven mad by now.”

Hill naturally knows Anmur’s way of distinguishing status with metals… and also knows that women aren’t included in this hierarchy, implicitly considered without status.

Thus, even when interacting with Anmur people, he wouldn’t address them according to their customs.

Of course, he also tries not to interact with them, Hill truly finds it disgusting… As an employee of certain specific companies, he helped build in desert regions.

In just half a year, he returned home and threw away the ‘Thousand and One Nights’, vowing never to go to such a hellish place again, even if it means never getting promoted.

Hill sighed, touched the nonexistent sweat on his head: “This world is truly terrifying.”

“All conspiracy and trickery are based on greed and desire,” Shaer softly smiled at Hill, “Little Hill would never have such boring greed, naturally wouldn’t be fooled by this.

As for… suppression by force, infinitely strong little… ah… Child of Nature, nothing to be afraid of, right?”

Hill stared intently at Lady Shaer, who was clearly in a good mood: “William…”

Then he admitted defeat amidst Shaer’s slightly triumphant smile: Isn’t this obvious? The things openly discussed, William probably uses to make beauties smile!

After all, he has many unspeakable places with the God of Time and Space, and there are things about Teraxil that William doesn’t want AO to know.

Though Hill himself doesn’t quite understand, but… who would expose their bad side when dating? It’s all about boasting… it’s good enough that William remembers he still has secrets.

Shaer is no different!

She’ll share her elder sister’s messy affairs with William but would never be so complacent as to discuss how she restructured Toril time and again before a deity that is orderly neutral and even slightly good.

Even if William knows everything, she wouldn’t mention a word.

Shaer has always been smart, except when facing Celene, she loses her mind and becomes impulsively easy. Her usual style is very cautious and never takes risks lightly.

The style of the Undead Tribe proves William’s character… no matter how peculiarly and unpredictably he presents himself outwardly, inwardly, he’s always dancing within the grid.

However, Shaer doesn’t have much interest in causing intrigue in other worlds, so as long as William doesn’t come to Toril, the two of them can still coexist peacefully outside.

That’s why Shaer… knowing her father urgently needs a God of Justice yet resolutely keeps William away from Toril, she would never allow AO’s scheme to succeed.

Even if Tyr never returns, Shaer would personally wield a knife to sever AO’s reaching hand before William.

Shaer is so astute, how could she not know that if William truly reached Toril, these little lovers may physically be closer, but… the breakup is nearer.

The Goddess of the Night might temporarily abstain from destroying the world, but asking her to do absolutely nothing, just watch others start fires without adding fuel… short-term is possible, but how could she endure forever?

Shaer knows herself well, so she absolutely wouldn’t do something so foolish.

She merely doesn’t like leaving Toril, not that she couldn’t; she can switch between incarnations and true form anytime… certainly choosing to have a pure love affair in other universes.

Perhaps in Gerns, this Goddess of the Dark Moon would even kindly help rebuild the homes for the pitiful refugees!

Didn’t you notice she didn’t even mention Gerns’ Silvermoon, only saying that it was asleep?

The deities of Toril are quite accustomed to merging with these dying gods related to their own divinity, just turning them into one of their own aspects.

However, the deities of Teraxil are reluctant to do so, especially the Silvermoon Goddess. Since the incident with the Moon Elves, she has been solely focused on maintaining her purest self-will and is unwilling to wander in other worlds.

So, the one who initially patched up Gerns was the Teraxil Sun God… he can multitask, but the Silvermoon cannot.

Shaer would rather act as a demi-Moon Goddess herself than let Celene multitask in Gerns.

This is understandable.

Hill had no intention of exposing this… with William’s Shaer, it’s like a Dark Unicorn tethered with reins, no matter how aggressive its nature, it’s not frightening.

Celene… Tsk, who could handle that? Even if she has a beloved lover, no one would believe she’d be controlled.

The gods of Teraxil have a Great Temple District in Gerns… Hill definitely wouldn’t want their own Silvermoon Goddess, who already loves freedom and tends to cause a mess, to get involved with Celene.

Even the thought of this possibility dampened Hill’s longing for home.

“Sir,” Marsha appeared by his side, “List sent a message back: confirmed by Mr. Fran, those fragments are indeed mithril-based, but they are… mixed with too much Mithril and gemstone powder, an alloy with low utilization of mithril’s solid properties, even Mr. Adrian wouldn’t make something this wasteful.”

Hill shook his head and smiled helplessly: “I know.

Grandfather’s actually saying that the Imasca people’s mithril is exceedingly abundant, even far exceeding their own needs… otherwise, they wouldn’t be so careless in making Strange Objects.

So, this place must be a mithril mine!

I was saying, how could it be that no mithril cave could be found across the entire continent, only a few pieces occasionally discovered in mines?

Mithril, after all, is a type of… um, gold ore, it surely has to form a main vein.”

He quickly immersed himself in past memories… luckily, a bit of reason held him back from summarizing something about the formation of epithermal deposits.

“Hill is really a professional alchemist!” Celene laughed, “He must be very good at finding mines, right?”

Shaer glanced lightly at her, pondered for a moment, then directly gave up on speaking… a faint, imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if a light blush gently passed over her face.

She certainly knew a lot, but she had no desire to tell this annoying sister, nor that boring old man.

Realizing Hill, unable to resist, propped his cheek up and smiled… although feeling slightly like being fed a love story, when he looked up and saw the small beauties of the mortal world, his mood improved… especially after just hearing the ugly truth behind some so-called warrior’s struggle story.

He softly instructed Marsha: “First, report this matter to the commander of the Undead Tribe, then inform Lynn.

If there is… more than 500 pounds of mithril ore in the mithril mine, the Moonshadow Archipelago cannot defend this vein, unless Shantia personally goes there to guard the mine cave.

Those children of Mother Earth, whether unicorns or wolf packs, do not have that ability.

Er… Shantia… is unlikely to act.

Agleya certainly doesn’t want to be the one who invades other countries for a bit of ore, but if all surrounding forces are participating, Agleya can’t help but join in.

Let Lynn prepare for all eventualities!”

Hill understands that in international politics, there is no such thing as altitude.

In fact, this bit of mithril ore means nothing to him… but on the Ferun Great Land, it’s a treasure that could spark national wars.

The consequence of Agleya not joining would not only lead to ridicule from other countries but also potential attacks because of displaying indifference.

He can only ensure that his Agleya isn’t the leader of the pack.

Hill’s decision did not stir any bad feelings among the three observing deities.

Shaer never speaks at times like this… she is slowly exploring how to connect with people with a sense of justice, so in similar situations, she quietly observes how others act.

Lansendel, in a tone full of admiration, said: “Hill, you truly are pure-hearted! Even the followers of Tyr probably can’t be as fair as you.”

What can Hill do? He can only smile and not say anything.

In an environment full of wolves and tigers, even a naive bear must equip itself with thick armor, ready to smack down any creature intending to bite and eat its meat.

On the Magic Cult’s great ship, ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ shouted loudly on the deck: “An Idler! An Idler! Do you know the black dragon on the neighboring island?”