Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 472: The land I finally got
The subsequent auction went well.
The people of Waterdeep also quickly took the land into their hands.
The people in Neverwinter seemed to know that they had the other half in their hands and tried to cause them some confusion, but after the waterdeep merchant delayed a few offers, they simply let it go.
Except for this businessman from Waterdeep, this piece of land has no other interest, not even the desire to make an offer.
Businessmen want to make money, and normal people can't do it for hundreds of years.
Many people wonder which dragon the Chamber of Commerce in Waterdeep might be under. Only they are interested in territory no matter where they are, and they don't care how long it takes to make money back.
Hill looked at the opposite side again, the deep murderous intent and hostility made his sharp nerves a little uncomfortable.
The Vol'jin disciple, though never speaking again, did keep his eyes on Hill.
Ciel sneered, Elathrow wouldn't give the pass marks to Vol'jin's people, and if he really dared to do it in Silvermoon City, Hill would definitely bury them all underground to make flower fertilizer.
Vol'jin cooperated with the evil dragon this time, and the gods of Toril were almost offended by her.
It is true that the main culprit is not her, but she was able to emerge from the bottomless abyss at the beginning, and even after she came out, she was able to stabilize her kingdom of God. Many gods helped her.
Although it was also because she didn't want her to continue to lose the face of the gods, even a few gods from the evil camp helped.
In the end, she just watched the dragon use the gods as pawns and jokes for that little magic power!
Even if Corellon hadn't intervened and caused a group of troublesome humans, those false gods representing the meaning of the gods would have become the food for the growth of the dragon!
Vol'jin is now fed up with the god-hate.
Otherwise, the always soft-hearted goddess of joy would not directly let out the wind to show that.
Sill knows that Vol'jin's favored ones would rather endure the scornful eyes of so many people and persist to the end, what do they want to do, isn't it just to see who Hill is and where they live?
Those mages found out where Hill's invitations came from, he can't.
Hill didn't care that his residence was discovered at all. The 'Golden Oaks' didn't have the ability to enter, at most they were guarding their newly bought house.
As for hiring Shadow Walkers, Hill is laughing.
The only assassins who can pose a threat to him are the gods favored by the **** of thieves Mask and Cyric, the prince of lies.
But those two might be blocking the door outside Vol'jin now!
The biggest advantage of these two is that they are small enough to take revenge from morning till night.
Which God-Blessed would risk being headshot by the Lord God to help Vol'jin's people! No amount of money matters.
And he also has an artifact to prevent direct death. If someone dares to come, Hill doesn't care about sending more flower mud to the flowers and trees in Silvermoon City.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Birao hurried to open the door.
The director of the auction city has come with people from Waterdeep.
As long as Hill pays the bill and signs the exchange contract, today's event will be over.
Hill glanced at the blank contract paper, which was provided by the auction house, with the seal of the sun **** Ransender on it, and there were even the badges of the goddess of magic and Melika.
This is the most binding contract paper Faerûn can get.
Waterdeep merchants in gorgeous robes respectfully asked Hill to write the contract himself.
For them, when they came in, they could see a mage full of natural aura, as if they had just kissed the skirt of the goddess of luck, Tymora.
Hill simply took out his own golden sun pen: this pen was specially refined with sunflowers for writing divine scrolls, and it was full of the divine power of the sun.
Although this pen is very useful for writing divine arts, its ink can only be made from the leaves of sunflowers, and can never be used to write lies and evil words to curse others.
Hill usually doesn't use it very much because he is a little reluctant to use ink. Sunflowers are more troublesome for Hill to grow.
But now, he feels he can use it as he pleases.
The businessman from Waterdeep City quietly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the pen and ink. Tymora is on top, so lucky!
Hill settled with the auction house first.
Seeing Hill pour out a hill of gold bricks from the ring, the people standing next to him couldn't help gasping for breath.
Actually, the people at the auction house thought that Hill would pay with other magic gems and the like, so the steward brought a few appraisers along with him.
They couldn't help but look at Hill in awe. This kind of person who has mines at home and can still keep them, doesn't know what terrifying forces are standing behind him!
"Dear guest." The steward hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any fine gold in your hand? Silvermoon City has a little demand for fine gold recently.
Our ladies have even turned to allies for help. "
Hill glanced sideways at him: "I have no need for gold."
The steward immediately cheered up: "Can you please wait a moment? I'll send someone to get the treasure booklet. Everything on it can be exchanged!
If there is still no demand, we can look elsewhere! "
Hill knew that what he was talking about was the treasure house on the third underground floor of Silvermoon City. It was the accumulation of several generations of City Lords of Silvermoon City, and there would indeed be good things.
He turned his head to look at the waterdeep merchants who had been waiting respectfully, simply wrote the contract clearly, and then pressed his mark: a big fuzzy tree whose name Hill could be known at a glance, on the trunk There is also a bear claw shape.
This is an exclusive symbol he intends to use in Faerûn in the future.
The leading businessman hurried over. He not only pressed the seal of his chamber of commerce, but also dipped it in golden ink and pressed the fingerprint.
Hill glanced at him and said nothing.
The golden ink made from the petals of the sun is enough to keep him from being infected by the evil breath for a year.
The contract that was put in his arms like the merchant baby, the light power radiated from it was enough to let him safely pass through places like the Swamp of the Undead.
As Hill put away his pen and ink, the people at the auction house and in Waterdeep couldn't help staring at Hill's movements.
This thing is really attractive to businessmen who travel far and wide, and it looks like it will last longer than holy water.
But no one dared to ask.
This is the deterrent effect of the sun **** Ransendell, no matter how friendly and effusive he may be, his terrifying church is enough to silence most people.
His subordinates don't have any special priests, they are all paladins who are part-time priests. They fight very bravely, and the chaos caused by each shot is not much less than that of the evil camp.
So it doesn't matter how friendly or warm Lansendel is, many gods are very protective of him.
Hill turned his eyes to the other side again.
The steward of the auction house immediately said: "Do you need to go first? We can deliver the treasure book to your residence."
Hill sneered: "No, let's get things done here! If he wants to wait, let him wait."
Even if Vol'jin is possessed, Hill can kill him.
The people of Waterdeep presented the land certificate and left respectfully.
When Hill held it in his hand, the two proofs turned into one.
Hill looked at it in surprise, and then found that on the certificate, almost all the countries, cities, and even temples of faith in the northern continent had stamps on it.
After the two are combined, everything from the Undead Swamp to the easternmost piece of land on Baojian Peak is included.
"This is when Esradro suggested we give a surprise when we sold the land. If anyone really has the guts to rebuild a city or even a country there, all the powers of the northern continent will start out Acknowledge him.
It's never a waste of time to purify the Undead Swamp.
However, I didn't expect it to end up in the hands of the guests. You are lucky. "A lady walked in gracefully.
Hill just nodded, didn't plan to say anything more, and put away the land certificate with a blank face.
Take this female mage as the steward of the auction house, he doesn't intend to participate in the messy things in Silvermoon City.
"I'm Sinn Haehyuk." The beautiful female mage frowned~IndoMTL.com~ and immediately smiled, "Dear guest, I'm here for the pure gold.
Knowing that you are here sometimes, I get too excited to come over by myself.
Sorry for disturbing our guests. As compensation, I can evict the uninvited guests directly on behalf of the auction house. "
Hill smiled politely and nonchalantly: "In the auction house, it is enough to guarantee my safety and privacy."
He frowned and looked at the motionless female mage holding the treasure book: "Is there anything else?"
Sinen Heiker handed the album to the steward a little stiffly: "Be sure to entertain the guests, I'll leave first."
Hill didn't plan to keep the aggrieved lady at all, but after the swaying figure left the door, he motioned Birao to close the door.
The high-ranking ladies of Silvermoon City are accustomed to being sought after by all kinds of people.
Sinn Haihe reported the name, Hill knew that this was the dean of the School of Enchantment at the Mage University, but so what?
Do you still expect Ciel to send her some valuable adamantine?
Erathrow would never have such a dream.
Sil didn't want to get involved in Silvermoon City, and of course, if the person who came was the Supreme Commander of the Silvermoon Alliance, Metherama Erasemei, Hill might have behaved politely.
After all, that person is not only the future commander of Silvermoon City, but also a half-elf mage with golden elf blood.
According to the tradition of this world, that is Hill's siblings.
But as long as you have a friendly attitude, there are no good guys who can get the upper hand.
Hill listened nonchalantly to the continuing auction below, and then pointed to the hardwood chair at the back of the box for the steward and Birao to sit down, then lowered his head and flipped through the treasure book.
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