Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1674: Chapter 251: Hill’s Second Television

The passionate cursing at ’Snow Cloud Peak’ finally ended with a cool glass of honey lemon water.

After replenishing the overly lost moisture, Snow Old Dog’s brain began to function again.

”It doesn’t matter if Aesces avoids me,” he said impatiently, furrowing his brow, ”but can he guarantee that this accident was truly an accident?

It’s not another brain-muddled Greek God mixed with Abyss Water coming over, is it?

No matter how many enemies there are, I’m not afraid, but the strategy needs reconsideration.

No more unforeseen... Damn it, why are there so many reasons in this world!

Every reason is just water entering our own heads!

No, the damn water he dived into was the Duchess’s muddy water!”

A bit of sanity prevented him from siding with the other party in that messy mud battle... This shows Snow Old Dog’s determination is strong; even in his fury, he could think about that temporary ally sitting by Luximar, ready to tear up agreements at any moment, and decisively handed over the first choice of ripping up papers to the opposing party.

Hill managed a difficult smile, ”Ah... this time, actually has something to do with Triton.”

”What do you mean?” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ paused.

”Scaret was a race created by Triton using a very beautiful large shell from this world.

So, they say they’re Triton’s descendants, but they’re also recognized as a race in this world.”

Hill turned his head to look at the azure sky outside, ”However, the first few batches of Scaret, at birth, have an accompanying little shell.

It can automatically shrink... Large enough for someone to live in, small enough to be earrings.

That’s why the Scaret Royal Family is covered in shell decorations.”

”I’ve never heard of this,” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ asked, frowning, ”So, the later Scarlets don’t have this trait anymore?”

”Yes and no.” Hill blinked, ”If the blood concentration exceeds a certain degree, it will still be there.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ suddenly recalled that this Princess has the same mother as the crown prince, supposedly with the richest bloodline over a thousand years.

”With that thing, even the Great Sage’s spiritual power couldn’t see what happens inside, right?” He sighed, couldn’t help asking, ”You can’t see it either?

Triton can’t see it?”

Hill turned around abruptly, ”A girl entering her little house... tending to herself, how could I possibly watch!

Triton isn’t a creep, why watch his great-granddaughter change clothes?”

”Then how come it made such an impact?” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ persistently inquired, ”Judging by Ismael’s behavior, he didn’t seem to want this child.

Damn, I don’t believe he didn’t take measures, he came from the Country of Chaos!

So, did the temporary measures fail?

How could it be so coincidental?”

Hill covered his face, internally cursing Aesces who forced him to help explain: ”I mentioned before, Triton really likes her.

So, he blessed her shell with the Sea God’s blessing.

Removing diseases, expelling toxins, enhancing life force—all... ah, the most basic yet most effective.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ understood and rolled his eyes heavily.

”Then I don’t need to worry about new enemies’ issues, right?

The two of them wouldn’t... be deceived, right?

Don’t suddenly throw me an unforeseen twist after everything ends...”

”Haha.” Hill awkwardly chuckled, ”No, they didn’t even get to fight; they analyzed for a long time together, inspecting inch by inch.

Just two lucky God’s Chosen met and had an unfortunate encounter.

After reviewing, then they fought, mainly to shirk responsibility.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ deeply inhaled, ”I understand.

In this melodramatic world, even causing us trouble requires melodrama.

No, I still need to contact the service desk, they at least owe me some compensation!

Damn!

Did William’s obsession with love leave him thinking only about lust?”

He stood up angrily, then looked longingly at the table full of delicacies.

”You can take it with you if you like.” Hill warmly offered... Desserts are said to soothe sadness and quell anger.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked at him blankly for a moment, then swiftly grasped Hill’s intent.

Though he couldn’t help twitching the corner of his mouth slightly, it didn’t prevent him from sweeping away all the desserts on the table.

”The plate and cup, I...”

”No need to return it to me, I made it casually myself,” Hill quickly replied.

Just silver frame with white porcelain and glass.

He transformed it casually to match the dessert table he concocted for the first time, didn’t even bother to add any patterns, and certainly wouldn’t use it again; in the future, he was sure he would create a set of tableware better suited for these sweets.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ knew Hill well, understanding how casual his casual could be, immediately putting away the dessert stand he was initially hesitant to accept into his small bag.

”Then I won’t be polite, otherwise I would have to find something to store it, thanks to Hill for the generosity.” He let out a long breath, ”Indeed, my mood did get better, but... not going to curse William is impossible.”

”I did it for your mood, who cares about him?” Hill gently smiled.

He hoped ’Snow Cloud Peak’ would flaunt a bit of his specialty, and give William a good curse... although he was able to recall many things calmly now, and even expressed understanding, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to curse that guy.

It’s just that he wouldn’t lower his face to do it.

No matter which world, thick-skinned people tend to live happier.

However, the reason Hill treated Snow Old Dog so well was also due to another consideration: if, someday, Snow Old Dog suddenly heard William asking him in a dream whether he wanted to enter into William’s Divine Kingdom... what if he agreed?

With William’s... mischievous nature, if the game was still ongoing, who would be sent to manage the complaints from the Undead Tribe, it was obvious.

Right now it’s probably Spencer... or the pretty good-tempered Captain of the Guard handling it?

Without the present extreme anger, there might not be that dreadful sadness in the future.

All the goodwill from Hill was because of the current and future joy he foresaw.

Watching ’Snow Grand Commander’ leisurely munching on a piece of dessert while heading down the mountain, Hill gave a perfunctory expression of sympathy, and then called out to Little Whale, ”Have you sorted all the recipes given by Aesces?

It’s said to be researched by the world’s top chefs?

Let’s start making them one by one... Luckily, the experimental products weren’t wasted, I was fretting over how to nonchalantly give out those items!

Hehe~ Good thing, not wasted.”

Purwell hesitated for a few seconds before tentatively asking, ”Even if you don’t like their cuisine here, there are over 1000 types of pastries... Are we making each one?”

Hill shrugged a bit, ”Sigh... you really don’t think.

Weren’t there many types I tried and found completely uninteresting?!

No matter how refined the research, how good the taste, the main flavor won’t change!

Dislike is dislike, don’t make any of that category anymore.

After excluding those, let Chef Puppet make the rest one by one~ no need for you to personally work.”

When Purwell spoke again, he couldn’t hold back a trace of grievance, ”I am just a mount~ I should only follow your command, know where to fly, isn’t that enough?

Why should I care about the kitchen?

I’m the lead, why do I have to clean, cook, and do laundry?”

”Hmm... I’ll relay your grievance to List,” Hill blinked, answering with an even tone, ”But I remember you were quite happy to command the Puppets at first, weren’t you?

People... well, even whales are the same, they always have to take responsibility for their choices.

You said you definitely had no problem, that’s why List didn’t send out the Low Rank Tower Spirit, right?”

Purwell quietly went to work... regretting his impulsive decision back then.

Why did a whale like him rashly decide to do human work?

Hill cheerfully waved his hand, sliding away the white flower stand at the edge of the terrace, revealing a TV identical to the one broadcasting desert dynamics on the other side.

He pressed the controller beside him, and the black screen quickly lit up: the haggard yet handsome face of Great Sage Ismael slowly appeared.

This was a special live broadcast channel arranged by Aesces for him.

Just talking about recipes couldn’t possibly warrant such a big sacrifice from Hill... retelling this whole messy affair would cause substantial mental damage to Hill.

What a bizarre world indeed.

If it weren’t for the fact the Shell used to create Scaret came naturally from Aesces’ land, he nearly suspected the Shell Triton used at the time was stepped on by Aphrodite when she was born.

On the TV, Ismael was surrounded and beaten by three blond men.

The other Great Sages from Danboro, including Finch, who had relatively close ties with him, tactfully avoided the area while fighting alongside the non-royal Great Sages of Scaret.

From the numbers, it was still even, only a certain Princess had turned into three burly men, showing these were the avengers who had just rushed in from Scaret.

Though others were fighting with great fervor... the use of group attack Spell in single combat showed the Great Sages’ lack of heart.

Thus, Hill wasn’t too surprised when both the enemies and allies showed simultaneous smiling expressions when Ismael got punched so his face turned blue, and his eye area darkened.

To either side, this sudden escalation was just an unwarranted disaster.

The Scaret people, well, they fought for their Main God’s dignity, for the bloodline descendants of the Deities, their national Royal Family prestige, barely making some sense.

But for the Great Sages of Danboro, no amount of good upbringing could control their expressions twisted by the crazy curses inside.

Hill silently watched for a while, suddenly pondering: everything Ismael was going through now seemed wasn’t without cause.