Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1456: Chapter 34: Greetings from the Past

Hill frowned as he tried hard to recall... Damn it! Although he had a good memory and never forgot, occasionally such situations would occur.

When the matter wasn’t very important and the time was too early, it required a bit of searching in the mind.

Finally, as Fran’s Central City flew through his mental sea, Hill suddenly remembered.

Fran showed him those notes from the President of the Mage Association, Draculus.

Part of it was about how the president and his students could communicate certain information they didn’t want the God of Nobility to know under his nose.

But, that was long ago, before mages had half-planes or the most defensive Legendary Magic Towers, it was a temporary method... The words they wished to convey were woven into metal book pages using various metal wires, and different weaving methods, even the different proportions of silver and iron on a single wire, represented different words... This was a method learned from the elves.

The elves loved to use varied weavings to express their identity, origin, or even emotions.

Mages, on the other hand, used it for conveying intelligence, or cursing the God of Nobility who loved striking with lightning... Fortunately, even if someone imitated these pages, they wouldn’t match the metal wire proportions exactly.

So basically, no misunderstandings would occur.

Later, Draculus would casually give these notes to Fran and didn’t mind him showing Hill, simply because in Teraxil, not many people used this method of communication anymore.

After all, those students who remembered these methods had mostly already left Teraxil from the starry sky.

And those students he took in later had various Magic Towers to help them, needing only to be a bit cautious, without having to work so hard.

Mages may have a good memory, but they don’t like wasting time... Better to memorize two more magic models instead; Teraxil doesn’t have a simple and understandable network for downloading and using spells freely.

Even though Hill thought he couldn’t have remembered wrong, he still had the Oak Spirit bring him those handwritten manuscripts... Fran’s teaching style has never changed, regardless of whether you learn it or not, copy it twice first.

Even if one never learns it later, with a mage’s memory, even if they’re not like Hill, who remembers for decades, at least there would be some familiarity.

Seeing something unfamiliar in an unfamiliar environment, and not even knowing you have books on that matter because you haven’t studied it, leaves you in two completely different situations... No matter how poor a mage in Teraxil is, they can at least have a space that holds all their magic books, let alone the descendants of Fran’s disciples.

Hill skimmed through a few books and indeed found the first passage in the second volume:

To

You, who came from the faraway homeland I miss so dearly but can no longer return to.

I wonder, when you arrived, if my teacher Draculus was still calmly and silently observing the unpredictable world below from high above?

I wonder if that God of Nobility, who dared to boldly embrace the mortal world’s ways without filtering anything, has already played himself to death?

Most importantly... has our world returned to its most beautiful form?

Even though I have never seen such beauty, even if every memory I recall only makes me sigh with regret at the broken body in my life’s final moments, I still miss my homeland so much.

Of course, I dare to speak to you like this because although the world of Aesces has a somewhat crafty nature, always trying to play tricks that hide his true intentions, he is not evil.

So, if you always feel like you’re being watched, don’t worry too much, he’ll be done with you and move on.

Although Aesces is a very powerful world, he also has some problems he can’t handle... For example, Sea God Triton.

I’ve heard this guy’s name in other worlds too, apparently, he’s the son of some exceedingly powerful sea god.

And one who’s very used to having offspring with mortals, purportedly an heir to some great Sea King... Of course, this guy is worse off than unfortunate princes in our world who must wait at least 400 or 500 years for the throne, there’s little hope of him succeeding.

His Sea King father seems to have a splendid life, luckily, though he has many sisters, he has no brothers.

So, although his power is not weak, and as a Sea Messenger Divinity, he attempts to establish his faith in other Crystal Wall Systems, lest one day his father displeases him and produces another little son.

At first, he entered as the Saltwater God, and Aesces’ own world’s deity, a goddess, perhaps a bit addled, simply became his Sea Queen.

I stayed in this world because I was curious about the results... did you, like me, think of the slightly off-kilter Elven Goddess of the Hunt from our homeland?

It wasn’t until I ventured out that I realized how strong the Moon Elf race is.

And further ponder if the Goddess of Silvermoon, when creating the Goddess of the Hunt, made her brain soak in saltwater, thus leaving her mind akin to something pickled in salt, barely the size of a fingernail.

Aesces made a blunder that almost turned his world into the domain of the sea... so if the world changes from six parts ocean and four parts land to the inverse or even less ocean when you arrive, don’t be surprised.

Aesces is striving to strip the ocean’s divine system of land divinity; hopefully, by the time you arrive, he will have succeeded.

Truly, knowing such a spectacular confrontation is something I shall never witness again is... disappointing, indeed!

It’s a pity, I’ve grown old and severely injured... I think you understand that the mages remaining on Aesces can’t even fully utilize their level 20 strength.

What can we do, our hometown only has that complete fool, Spring Water?

By the way, how is the Goddess of the Spring now?

Does she have any issues?

Back then, both the Lake Goddess and White Wolf God’s sudden demise was related to that person, right?

At that time, many Legendary Mages noticed her weakness!

I... although I want to know the truth, I’m a coward. Even if I’m nostalgic for our world, the thought of possibly accompanying it in an explosion scares me, so I didn’t have the courage to stay!

I left these letters hoping one day visitors from my hometown will open them... at least it would comfort my deceased self knowing my hometown hasn’t been completely destroyed.

The first page of his letters is filled with nostalgic ramblings about his homeland, yet he never regretted his decision to leave it.

The rest of the content is his research notes on the crystalline energy of this world.

Especially useful for Hill are the comparative experiments with various crystals he brought from Teraxil.

Though he wandered for tens of thousands of years... this mage, German Galan, still kept some crystals as mementos.

But towards the end of his life, Galan didn’t intend to leave anything from his world in a foreign land, so he exhausted it all.

Just as he thought, his long-hidden Magic Tower was eventually discovered and excavated a millennium later.

It should be in the desert area now, where Count Stelter once guarded.

Hill couldn’t help but glance north... not knowing if Count Stelter still has some other things.

As an Alchemist Master, Galan surely left many magical items.

However, Hill doesn’t need to envy them, since Galan left all his alchemy formulas he considered useful even a thousand millennia later to his possible future peers.

Hill propped his chin and silently looked at the metal books. Fortunately, when talking to Ellie, he sensed something strange with these pages and emphasized to her to inform him of the contents written on those notes.

Otherwise, how could he live up to Galan’s carefully preserved secrets!

Moreover, Hill silently gazed at those special comparative formulas... what was he thinking at first?

Seems there’s no need to study Aesces’s alchemy books anymore!

Hill picked up the modern alchemy basics encyclopedia Ellie brought and flipped through it, with a slight twitch of his mouth... the results are good, but did he end up with just a task of translating ancient texts for himself?

Still, it’s pretty good.

You see, he’s been enduring it because he hoped to hold back from satisfying Aesces’ little malicious thoughts, so he concealed his identity well first, didn’t he?

Pity, probably the mutterings in his mind were too loud... even if unspoken, his lucky halo directly took effect.

Now he can not only understand this world’s various basic levels... though weaving metal runes is cumbersome, a single thread can convey a lot of information.

Though Galan mainly aimed to leave his well-crafted alchemy formulas to his kind, perhaps due to old age, people tend to ramble.

Though Aesces has long been barren, the fundamental coarse materials that the Master Galan complained about... are still as they were.

Although Teraxil may have many troubles, its resources are so rich that it makes departed archmages miss it dearly.

The elements here are much denser compared to other worlds, and many mages suffered when they first arrived.

Even if the magic power of the world they first reached wasn’t as low as that of Aesces, Teraxil’s rather crude mana usage made them perform below their normal levels.

Everyone came through tough times... those who couldn’t, naturally disappeared early.

Galan himself could confirm the death news of several mages whose names he knew.

Hill watched those incessant appearing, occasionally cursing complaints, squinting and smiling.

If he didn’t even need to spend time exploring the purity of this world’s materials, then hopefully, one day Aesces will understand the meaning of inviting divinity lightly but difficult to dismiss.