Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Hill chuckled helplessly.

Although Celene’s words were abrupt, they were sufficiently aligned with reality.

Hill doubted if the Tablets of Fate would continue to play his melodrama anymore... After all, the Undead Tribe in Kalinsan almost moved every stage they could transport.

Classical melodramas from ancient times to modern days... the feuds and resentments being magnitudes more complex than what the Tablets of Fate could calculate... have basically all been performed.

Therefore, the current powerhouses in Toril... anyone who could keep an eye on the Little Fairy Queen’s grand theater... has basically been baptized in blood.

Vila has indeed made quite a bit of money from it.

Although she still had to share profits with the young Master Wenjian according to proportions... the Undead Tribe does not perform casually; even in the game, performances require paying performance and copyright fees.

Of course, the creations by the little fairies are equally charged according to proportions.

And as the Little Fairy Queen, the venue provider and theater manager for various performances... Vila’s earnings have massively increased.

If it weren’t for the fact that the little fairies only love forests and wish only to live there, she could have encompassed the entire Kalinsan.

Shaer couldn’t compare in this aspect.

Her Chosen is rich and powerful, with extraordinary abilities, but she cannot offer ordinary people hope for survival.

Vila, however, can.

After confirming that some things can be done by hiring ordinary people, whose wages are much cheaper than the Undead Tribe, she resolutely delegated those daily chores to the more obedient Kalinsan refugees.

Although they can’t live in the forest and occasionally face inexplicable pranks... the Kalinsanians suddenly realized that only near this forest can they survive, and moreover, live like humans.

Due to Hill’s relationship with the Undead Tribe, Vila absolutely does not hold the concept of ’I’ve protected you, so you must work for me for free.’

Moreover, how could the Little Fairy Queen care for exploiting commoners for that small amount of money?

Just collecting a ticket from their eyes would suffice for these commoners’ annual living expenses!

Does the Little Fairy Queen need to charge for wildflowers, wildgrass, and breadfruit trees?

After all, there is nothing in the forest that the little fairies cannot discover... Those eyes lost by the powerhouses in front of the stage must have been ticketed.

So when Asmodeus spoke such fitting lines, Hill wasn’t too surprised... but he was still somewhat surprised.

Although he knew everyone is curious, and the big shots in the fantasy world would even pause their fights to watch the excitement before continuing.

Yet, Asmodeus would view the entire performance, and even paid for the whole viewing; the fact that he did so so authentically was extraordinarily shocking.

”Act like you didn’t see it.” Lansendel lightly replied to Celene, ”Every income of the young Master and Vila is recorded for the sake of organizing the accounts smoothly.”

Hill tilted his head... He suddenly remembered that the young Master and Lansendel, no, should say the Chosen of the Lord of Dawn, have transactions in their books too.

In the past, hiring the Lansendel family’s master architects wasn’t that easy.

Even if the employers met those exacting criteria of the Dawn Believers, it was still impossible.

After all, the Dawn Tower, across the entire Ferun Great Land, only has a few in cities... others are all located in dangerous areas.

And those Dawn Believers in the cities have too high statuses... it’s generally unlikely for them to interact with ordinary people.

This led to a very awkward situation.

Dawn Believers are actually very willing to use their skills, as creating an architectural wonder is beneficial to themselves as well.

But, in Toril, very few could find them, and fewer still met their relatively stringent requirements.

And those employers who met their requirements, although young and promising, were wealthy enough not to need to risk their lives!

But once the Undead Tribe emerged, this awkward situation vanished instantly.

Whether it was the young master who had good relations with Lansendel, or those other families allied who had obtained the Dawn Badge, they were very willing to act as intermediaries.

They were true intermediaries... charging fees from both sides.

Thus, Lansendel understands the Undead Tribe’s way of conducting things very well.

Consequently, whether it was the young Master or Vila, neither would likely have any secrets concerning their ticket information... Lansendel can see whenever he wants.

Of course, Shaer certainly could see too.

The only one relatively estranged from the Undead Tribe here is Celene.

Therefore, she was easily countered back by Lansendel with such a simple method.

Although Hill couldn’t quite comprehend why this sentence would hurt Celene... judging by her somewhat strange expression, the impact was significant.

Hill tilted his head... It seems unrelated to observation skills.

It’s simply because he doesn’t understand Celene.

Forget it, since realizing that Celene’s basic attributes are much colder than that of their Silvermoon in Teraxil, he should no longer dwell on it, and instead watch Asmodeus who has already led his squad to charge into the top plane of the Heavenly Mountain.

This Lord of Hell may have a pretentious mouth, but he is quite cautious in his actions.

The first group to rush in was a batch of Great Demons... It seems this was the main point of his dealings with the Abyssal Will.

If that’s the case, Hill can understand why the Double-headed Baboon could swagger so boldly into the Greek Pantheon to cause chaos... The goal was to probe into Asmodeus’s secrets.

This Lord of Hell is not someone easy to negotiate with.

Even if something is already useless to him, as long as it’s related, it’s still his. No one can take it.

But if these useless things can be exchanged for some suitable benefits, then they can surely be traded.

For Asmodeus, the Greek Pantheon is just the icing on the cake... The one truly helping him find his source of ascension is the God of Destiny in Toril.

Hill suddenly blinked his eyes: Does Asmodeus guess that Gaia in the Chaos Sea might be preparing trouble for him?

His curiosity has been genuinely piqued this time... Knowing or not knowing could greatly impact future developments.

Thankfully, the Undead Tribe is still around.

Even if his future plans involve diligently researching Spells, whose life can be devoid of fun?

And others’ fun, naturally, the bigger the better.

”Eh~Yeh~” Celene suddenly let out a very strange roar.

The position chosen by the shadow camera for the leap was really good, the faces of those old men were instantly magnified on the giant screen.

”If you only look at the leader...” Celene muttered, ”Asmodeus seems more like a protagonist.”

Clearly, those old men were still surrounded by sacred white light.

While Asmodeus, enveloped in wholly blood-red evil light, matched him like a Great Demon King of Hell.

But it’s understandable why Celene said such a thing.

The white light is indeed too much, genuinely a bit overexposed.

If it were a beautiful maiden or attractive young fellow, such illusory light might evoke a sense of holiness and beauty.

But, a group of old men with long hair, long beards, and long clothes... hmm, the scene is a bit awkward.

Although Hill tries his best not to become a visual animal, he couldn’t help but glance at the other side of the screen... Even if the King of Angels has horns on his head, they are good-looking horns.

”Old men have never been so... tsk... how should this be described?” Celene turned her head, her face twisted, asking the others, ”Even when Ambori pretended to be a Saintess, it wasn’t this fake!”

”When did Ambori pretend to be a Saintess?” Lansendel was curious about another matter, ”Was it the time when she was just tempted by Talos?”

”Didn’t you see?” Celene immediately perked up, ”Yes, at that time, she seemed to have just been pulled by Talos, so she was really trying hard to make herself into a normal woman.”

”Ambori is quite good.” Hill inserted a sentence with a very low voice.

After the experience with Aesces, he truly viewed Ambori differently.

If, back then, when Ambori was summoned by Road Eunuch to Aesces, choosing to spare Hill’s territory was out of fear, then Hill has been away for so long... According to the Destruction Pantheon’s personality of ’out of sight, out of mind’, Ambori should have long stepped into that valley.

But she didn’t.

Even though Road Eunuch indeed manages to control her emotions... But, being able to achieve this requires Ambori herself to understand and agree with Road Eunuch’s advice.

No matter how weak she is, she is still a deity!

So, even though he still dislikes Ambori’s style, Hill’s perception of her has changed significantly.

At least, no longer just seeing her as Road Chief Steward’s accessory.

”Ah~ that’s right, Ambori has quite a good relationship with the Undead Tribe.” Celene realized and immediately said with a smile, ”I’m not belittling her.

Ambori actually has a kind of madness.

If she likes someone, she will go crazy for them.

When she first sought refuge with Talos, because she was grateful for his saving grace, she deliberately made herself fit Talos’ aesthetic... unfortunately, she expressed it according to the real Talos’ perspective.

Gewoosh couldn’t understand that kind of beauty.

Just think about it, if Ambori hadn’t given a bit of true feelings, how could that guy Talos have so easily occupied her Ocean Storm divine rights?”

Hill slightly nodded, smiled, and remained silent.

It seems Ambori isn’t in AO’s next plan.

That proves, as of now, AO hasn’t developed a bad intention towards the existence of the Undead Tribe... Among the deities friendly with the Undead Tribe, Ambori is the easiest to provoke and also the easiest to stir.

Hill sensed Shaer gently glanced at him... It’s hard to hide from this Lady of the Night what he is thinking.

But he doesn’t mind being discovered by Shaer.

At least, during this period, Shaer is on the same side as him.