Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 493: The harpist who also wants to add 1 foot
Hill ignored the people who rushed out of the hotel and pointed at him above him, doubting life with his arms crossed.
This shopping street, he definitely can't let the people of the Silver Shield Paladins run it, which means that he has to come up with a few store cores and store-specific puppets, and he has to think about what goods are filled. these stores.
He is obviously trying to save trouble, but every time he thinks too much about himself, things are not much less.
Hill let out a dissatisfied 'tsk', and finally decided to leave this matter to Liszt to deal with, and to take care of the floating castle, Liszt was a little too talented.
He raised his hand and built a wide avenue in front of the shopping street to the final labyrinth, using long slender flower beds to separate the sidewalks.
Then the opposite perimeter was also built into a three-story store.
As for the houses, of course after those shops.
Near the main road are several rows of one-and-a-half-story low houses, and there is also a small road in the middle, and the second half is a two-and-a-half-story building.
He thought about it again, removed the shop in front of the alley, and built a tall iron gate.
This is actually a measure to guard against the gentleman but not the villain, but Hill really relies on the water lock.
He just doesn't want to be punished without teaching.
If you made such an obvious isolation in Hill, and you still cause trouble, you have no right to complain to Hill again.
Hill doesn't mind at all, a priest or paladin of Tyr, holding a court in his own territory.
That's enough, Hill has no desire to help others re-establish their ideals in life. It's better to leave these things to these guys who call themselves judges.
Although he built the most simple white stone houses like Silvermoon City, they were actually pretty nice when they stood in rows like this.
Hill nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the castle.
Terry crouched on the roof of the hotel, watching this gorgeous magic show.
Of course, he walked back to the tavern slowly, and he couldn't help thinking in his mind that compared to the temple and Hill's floating castle, such a rough stone house can only be regarded as Hill's practice.
However, to the people of Faerûn, this is no different from a miracle.
He walked into the pub and watched a group of drinkers who were hesitant to say anything to him, sitting casually in the high chairs behind the bar.
Terry suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with revealing that he was a dragon, and the lords here would not trouble him. It was better than a group of people chasing him to ask the truth.
In the past, these guys were not so polite. They have been testing Hill's origin, who is behind it, but they just don't understand. Some people can rely on their own strength to travel unimpeded in the entire Faerun continent.
I just don't know what those tin cans of Tyr want to do. Terry thought a little gloomily, Hill seemed to have a good relationship with them, and he was willing to host those stiff-headed iron fists at home.
If they come more often in the future, is his pub going to go bankrupt?
Although Hill paid for the cost, Terry still felt a biting pain at the thought of losing money.
A man dressed as a traditional ranger approached Terry: "Terry, that natural mage seems to have a good relationship with the Knights of Justice?
Will it affect you here? "
Terry glanced at the logo on the Ranger's chest before slowly sitting up.
The harpist, no wonder he dared to ask him directly.
"Don't worry," Terry said slowly, "As long as you don't cause trouble, Hill won't let the Paladins enter the tavern for faction detection.
And the people in Tyre are just crazy, not crazy yet, they don't know what's going on in the Northland. I suspect they are heading towards the ruins of the Temple of Baal.
In the past, no one would stay here, and of course there would be no problem. Now that there are so many people, some people are indeed easily bewitched by Baal. What should I do if they make trouble over Baldur's Gate?
Anyway, Hill and I don't care who we kill. "
"You mean that Mr. Hill will let Tyre's people enter his territory?" The Ranger thought for a while, then asked again, "Then can we harpists come too?"
"What are you doing here?" Terry said lazily, leaning his chin in his hand, "Hill doesn't want to build any power, nor does he plan to make enemies, ah, of course, except for Ambory. /
If Umbori wasn't smart enough to attack Aglaia, Hill might not even attack her. "
The Ranger smirked.
They all understand that with Amberley's IQ, she will come.
Aglaia's divine light is only a weak divine power, and Ambory will never think that he is inferior to this new god.
But the people here are pouring holy water every day, and they fully understand that it is not a class of existence.
"It's a good location," the Ranger said earnestly. "And we don't think this one will hate Melika's followers."
"Nonsense, Hill is a natural mage." Terry rolled his eyes, "You're actually trying to say that Merika's followers won't cause trouble in this place?
How? In Neverwinter or Deepwater fighting because of tree cutting? "
"Never Winter." A businessman next to him said with a smile, "Don't they like to grow flowers? Some businessmen cut down the almost useless old flower trees to plant more valuable ones. As a result, a Druid of Melika I just saw it, I almost went crazy.
He wounded people in Neverwinter, but Tyr couldn't help him, and was expelled directly.
The harpist didn't want that guy to come here, did he? That's fine, we can have wood in our cargo. "
Terry's expression turned serious.
Just kidding, for many Neverwinter merchants, Merika's fanatic is more troublesome than Tyr's.
They can transport lumber and furs from Luskan to the road all year round, and no one wants to face a crazy Merikaite cult.
"No, of course not." The Ranger shook his head frantically, "That guy has been ordered to stay in the High Forest.
It's just that his successor is a little troublesome, and it's not suitable to be sent to Neverwinter, let alone Waterdeep. We're really afraid of big trouble.
The priest that Melika sent out to open the temple doesn't know why it's always so maverick. "
"Who is that? Dryad?" Terry threw back the high chair.
Everyone around looked at the Ranger with surprise, which would be great if it was a Dryad, a creature rarely found in the Temple of Merikai outside the forest.
But that cool enough dress, beautiful and pure appearance and timid and pitiful character, many men in the north love this kind of thing, maybe because the women who are cultivated in the real ice and snow are strong and strong enough.
Like the few female warriors who are also drinking here, their sneering expressions and the giant axes at hand are enough to deter any men who want to strike up a conversation.
The same goes for the female rangers, who want to have a drink with them first through the machete they put on the table.
Although the Dryad can only look at it, many people are willing, and even some people are willing to declare that they believe in Melika just so that they can enter the temple and take a look.
The Ranger knew exactly what these people were thinking, so he vetoed it with a straight face: "No, the Dryads are fine, they won't leave the temple anyway.
A female wood elf with a unicorn. From the High Forest, the representative of the Harper League. "
"You are so miserable! But why do we have to accept this big trouble? Can't we just send it to Silvermoon City?" Terry finally understood what these harpists were thinking, Hill's golden elf blood is very strong famous.
Even if he doesn't believe in Melika, he'll be a little more tolerant of a fellow Elf.
"She is also the kind of particularly devout believer who wants to win the faith for Melika in a brand new parish." The Ranger said, "We Northland, where can there be such a place?"
"There we are!" a bald man called Luskan loudly, "Luskan welcomes beautiful women at any time."
"Don't look for trouble!" Terry scolded, and then stopped the angry ranger, "Don't pay attention to him, the people from Tyre came, they were frightened, and now they are trying to find something to vent their grievances.
I'll ask Hill for you, but he won't necessarily say yes.
Hill doesn't like trouble.
Although Aglaia has stood her ground, she also needs faith!
You can't complain if Hill doesn't agree. "
The Ranger nodded contentedly: "Actually, I just wanted to ask Mr. Hill and the people of the Knights of Justice to get along with each other~IndoMTL.com~ Alas!
There have been movements in the major temples recently, and I don't know what is going to happen. "
Terry lowered his head and thought for a while. He thought that Hill might also feel that something was going to happen to show such a welcome to the Knights of Justice.
Then bring in more people. The more power you have, the more stable the lord's position will be. His mother can enter her territory and settle down as long as she is of the good camp.
The good gods are also competitive. Although they will not be so obvious, they will definitely not lose the face of their master gods in front of other gods' believers. Most people can do it.
Terry decided to go back and ask Hill at night, and by the way, he will finalize his dragon's nest with him. If an outsider comes, he can take advantage of the Sword Mountain.
When he went back, he saw Hill lying on the sofa indifferently, talking to his Tarling named Liszt, and Aglaia interjected with a smile.
"What's wrong?" Terry asked curiously.
"It's nothing." Hill sat up. "The shop next to the tavern, I decided to open it myself. I have some store cores that are very suitable for opening a shop, similar to Talling, but more rigid."
Aglaia added with a smile: "Liszt is discussing with his father what to put in the store. Dad doesn't want to take care of this, but unfortunately he needs to do something."
Hill smiled bitterly, and Liszt's words reminded him that, as a natural mage, selling medicine is of course the most normal.
The third floor is a large study, but the alchemy laboratory on the second floor can be divided into an alchemy workshop.
But Hill must choose the materials and craftsmanship of the world of Toril, preferably the ones he planted in Silvermoon City.
This is a big project, and it will require a lot of remodeling.
Hill can only sigh, why does he always dig a hole for himself!