Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1665: Chapter 243: What Are Your Criteria for Choosing a Lord?

The Danboro Nobility and mages don’t really care about the movements of the Undead Tribe.

But when they discovered that Lucimar planned to leave with these people, they were instantly thrown into chaos.

Especially the territorial nobles.

With Lind leading the way, the Danboro people already understood why the Undead would leave with a local.

The nobles came here, why they so diligently followed the rules of the Undead Tribe, even if they fought among themselves in the camp, no one would bring the trouble outside, isn’t it just hoping that some Undead management would see their excellence and give them a territory to play with?

Don’t underestimate Lind, although he looks pitiful with only a few dozen children around him and no proper aides, who wouldn’t envy this child abandoned by his family for his circumstances?

No burdens, no danger of being coveted; just honestly waiting for the day the Undead leave Aesces is enough.

Even the enormous resources and money needed to become a mage, the Undead prepared it for him… during this time, it’s not like they haven’t visited the Undead Tribe’s shops, the alchemy potions and strange objects’ constructs, these Otherworld people are definitely not lacking.

Perhaps it’s because their previous world had more abundant energy than Aesces, magic plants were everywhere, the alchemy potions of the Undead Tribe are comprehensive and have distinctive characteristics.

The alchemist mages of Aesces wouldn’t dare consider so many features!

Stability is their pursuit… if refining fails, it’s enough to make someone spit blood.

The only thing they could boast about was the manufacture of strange objects, but haven’t the Undead Tribe also learned it?

Although the deeper stuff, the Undead haven’t touched… but is that something ordinary nobles could access?

What they could touch, or even need, is precisely what the Undead have learned.

The most terrifying thing is that the Undead Tribe’s materials seem endless… as long as they want, they can make it.

In Danboro, even an Alchemist Master has to find materials themselves!

And now, Lind, this young baron who just started on the alchemist mage path, what’s the difference between him and a little mouse that fell into a vat of rice?

Whatever he wants to learn, he can get materials hugely discounted from the Undead Tribe!

Though that kid doesn’t want to see anyone, locking himself in at home, refusing to go out, disappointing many territorial nobles who attempted to seize a valuable ground in Cain Valley from him, yet they place more hope on the Undead Tribe.

Even though the Undead Tribe in their territory doesn’t seem as strong as the family in the Proud Sky Alliance, but these basic materials… it seems the Undead can sell them, right?

If the relations are well-maintained, could they also get such discounts?

If so, even reselling would allow these territorial nobles, pushed to the brink by drought, enough breath to cling to the temple’s gate chewing black bread!

So, even if they’re near to striking each other’s brains out, they persist to stay in the camp, not giving the Undead Tribe the pleasure of watching a joke.

In the end… the one benefitting from their persistence turns out to be Little Ismael?

Why!

Their family clearly doesn’t need such benefits!

As the secretly most acknowledged heir of the Ishmael Household, Lucimar only needs to await his father’s departure to the Heavenly Realm to enjoy good days, right?

An individual who feasts on steak daily, why compete with those of them who can barely afford white bread for a livelihood!

The Danboro territorial nobles are furious; they’ve instantly forgotten why they hide in the camp, feeling all their endurance was meant for a better family future, yet were robbed by someone living the most comfortably… ignited either by unfamiliar rage or an undefined atmosphere, they burst into the Command Tower hall where the Undead Tribe was organizing their equipment, yelling at Lucimar in front of tens of thousands of the Undead.

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ sat on the highest staircase looking down, a peculiar smile on his face.

“Old Dog, why do you smile like a foxhound?” ‘Perfect Bald’ walking up was baffled.

“What are you here for?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ coldly asked, “Looking for a scolding?”

“Ah, delivering Ink Brush~” ‘Perfect Bald’ was entirely unconcerned with his threat, “But it looks like there’s a show first.

The view from above is nice… isn’t everyone else also coming over?

Why are you here?

Isn’t the floor down there supposed to be able to turn transparent?

Why tilt your head showing fatigue.”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ patted his attire, standing up: “It’s lively, either watch together or from the side.

Watching secretly, what’s the point?”

“Are you mocking Hill?” said ‘Old Age Striking King’ provocatively who followed along, “Despite his kindness, loaning you Lily of the Valley and Windmill Jasmine, do you deserve it?”

“Ah… what did I do to make you hate me so much?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ said, feeling a little confused as he sat back in the hall center, “I’ve been so busy lately, I don’t even have the energy to curse.”

“Tsk~” ‘Old Age Striking King’ said irritably, “What, on earth, did you do to make so many people rush into the Great Library?

The Specter Dragon couldn’t help but complain to me, those guys stealing people from her hand every day.

Why!

Our Mirimum can’t even enjoy that little bit of pleasure, just so they can earn a little money?”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ glanced at her: “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

‘Old Age Striking King’ curled his lips: “The library is too lively, and they’re really a bit noisy, always trying to communicate with some special existences who come to read books.

You know, Mirimum has a stubborn side to her personality, even after purification, it hasn’t changed.

If this continues, she might even throw the Undead Tribe into the maze,”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ couldn’t help but laugh: “Then just throw them~”

He said very seriously: “Old Age, you’re a bit too cautious, always worried about conflicts between Edna and the Undead Tribe, affecting your relationship with her.

It’s because of this attitude that the Goddess of Magic in Toril behaves so cautiously.

But this isn’t right.

She has her duties and pride, you shouldn’t interfere.”

‘Old Age Striking King’ blinked: “Ah… did I, make a mistake?

I just always think that our Undead Tribe won’t stay in Toril for too long, it’s best if everyone can end things peacefully.”

“Isn’t that exactly what Edna is afraid of?” ‘Perfect Bald’ interjected, “Once she officially became a deity, she should have realized that we might leave at any time.

The more cautious your attitude, the more she’ll feel like you might disappear any moment, which makes her act so timidly.

If it were Hill, any guys speaking in the reading room, regardless of the reason, could be kicked out.”

‘Old Age Striking King’ nodded silently.

It took a long time before speaking: “I’ll have a good chat with Edna.

Sigh… This child actually always hopes I can give her a promise, that once I die, I’d go to her Divine Kingdom.

She’s willing to sacrifice some benefits to ask our God of Time and Space to help bring my soul from our world over, and if I still love my husband by then, she can even bring our family member along.

You all understand right?

What this truly means.”

‘Old Age Striking King’ suddenly collapsed onto the sofa, looking miserable: “Never in my life did I think that after dying, damn it, I’d turn into an NPC!

That aside… how should I tell my husband?

Dear, you see, if you don’t mind your posthumous image, do you want to eternally reside in some game with me?”

She buried her head in the sofa, only a low muffled voice came out: “Hey~ Our family member, the goal in this life is to become a sky star on the Star Net.

Now, whether becoming a sky star will succeed is uncertain, but becoming a game star is definitely possible.”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ glanced at her, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes, but the words of comfort or sarcasm that followed, he couldn’t say a word.

‘Perfect Bald’ glanced around, suddenly pointing down: “Is Ink Brush intending to make a move? What nonsense did those idiots say?”

A rush of footsteps also hurriedly appeared on the stairs, with lots of Proud Sky Alliance’s management charging up in succession… all seeing off halfway, coming up to watch the fun.

But initially, they probably were just watching the show nearby.

When the vision wasn’t enough, they thought of this great spot upstairs.

“Ah~ Old Age!” ‘Cunlü’ yelled discontentedly, “Finding a good spot and not even calling your sisters, how mean!”

‘Old Age Striking King’ sat up calmly: “If you need someone to take you even to watch the fun, why are you even alive?”

“Stop arguing!” ‘Young Master’ plopped down on the floor, turned his head, and yelled angrily, “Are we listening to you or to them?”

The brave Young Master immediately took two throw pillows.

However, his sacrifice was valuable as the command tower quieted down.

“What exactly do you want to say?” Standing in front of Lucimar, ‘Mobi Chenxin’ raised his right hand which held a transparent Space-Time Dragon, “Where we go, what we want to do, does it concern you?”

“I don’t understand, why is it Lucimar?” A middle-aged man in a knight’s casual attire stepped forward, “I remember, your relationship with the Ishmael Household isn’t really good.

Even that Great Sage Belfran had a conflict with Lucimar when in Basia City.

If it were Finch, we’d accept it, but why…”

“There’s no why.

We’ve never looked at which family we like.” ‘Mobi Chenxin’ sneered, “As for Hill… let alone he even finds Lucimar quite cute, heh~

He wouldn’t want to be used by people like you as an excuse to slander others.

Next time be careful.

Otherwise, when Miss Lily of the Valley whips you, don’t ask why it’s you who gets hit.”

The middle-aged knight trembled suddenly and quickly glanced: the Lily of the Valley hanging outside the hall was gently swaying with the breeze, seeming to sneak a peek inside.

He immediately smiled: “I’m wrong, it won’t happen next time.”

He still wasn’t giving up: “But, could you please tell me, what are the criteria for you choosing your lord?”