Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 547: Alice’s letter and gift
There was a wave of divine power outside, and Hill collected William's letter and stood on the terrace.
Lynn has opened the control core of the God of Time and Space with the help of Martha, and a golden light spreads in the town.
Only bypassed the two temples and the Harper's building.
Aglaia has put more on it. In addition to his main shrine, the outside square, including the two small houses that let passersby spend the night, have given up management.
She should have considered that the place where the people of Faerûn can enter at will is not suitable for preventing the undead from entering, so she will leave the surveillance rights to the God of Time and Space. Aglaia is not interested in coming forward by herself. Deal with the farce that can break out at any time.
This is also a common method used by allies of the Temporal pantheon, they cannot prevent the undead from appearing near their temples, but can let the temporal gods deal with their violations directly.
No one wants to supervise the actions of the undead by himself. It requires not only patience, but more importantly enough reason.
Even the Silvermoon goddess, who is most interested in the undead, has honestly pulled away.
Hill can understand Lynn's way of not caring about his own power being dispersed at all, a group of elves who can mix with the most terrifying Seraph in his mouth, he would never want to be the management of these guys of the person.
Lynn's thinking is not as simple as Hill's. After listening to Martha's words, he is really interested in this core that can help manage the city.
He just wanted to! There are so many laws and regulations in Trahir, people with good memory have big heads, how can ordinary people remember them.
It turns out that there is such a good way to alert managers before trouble arises.
In addition, if it is an accidental violation, you can also get a reminder, which is really suitable for elves who don't like to use their brains!
It can't be said that elves have no brains, Lynn pondered, but the elves' thinking is too jumpy, and it is easy to get into the horns.
My own head is prone to conflict, so it's no wonder that things are so contradictory!
As for the old antiques on Yongju Island, they have lived too long, and they can't see anything other than the elf throne.
Actually, the real **** elves have all gone to the navy, and the rest are just a bunch of fools who lied to themselves!
Linn picked up the pen. Since the elves arrived on Yongju Island, the fertility rate has dropped again. There are only a dozen of his cousins of the same generation, except for these crazy idiots who participated in the elf crusade. , and the rest entered the Navy in accordance with family tradition.
If it was before, he would not have opened his mouth to invite the clansmen to come over. The life of the navy is also quite good, and in all political struggles, the clan can remain neutral, which is the duty and right of the military.
Even chaotic elves can stick to this principle.
And Lynn has been worrying about how to balance the relationship between the Elf Crusaders and the original town residents these days. In terms of the strength of that group of elves, even the Silver Shield Knights next to them are not much better than them. powerful.
Toril's fairness can only be found in equal strength, and ordinary people have to step back.
As long as they don't hurt their lives at will, ordinary people are also used to that kind of hiding.
But Lynn doesn't want the residents of Aglaia, who have always been very friendly, to become as trembling as those big cities. He has always felt that the comfortable life of the residents of Silvermoon City is what he yearns for.
So Lynn has been struggling with how to discuss with the Elven Crusaders the basic principles of being friendly with the humans in the town.
It's all right now, no need for his headache at all.
Lynn accepted Martha's suggestion without much thought, and directly opened the management core.
These original undead guys, who were renamed by Corellon to 'Trahir Elf', no matter what, Lynn is quite willing to believe that Corellon will never sacrifice his faithful.
Furthermore, although there are many rules for the elves of Toril, Corellon agrees that unless there is something they are particularly dissatisfied with, the elves are still willing to obey Corellon's will.
Lynn's eyes were shining brightly as he wrote the invitation letters, and it would be best if the entire Gal family came.
The blessing of the elven gods to the Crusaders should have spread to Evergather Island. Those guys must have been hit hard. Just thinking about it makes Lynn feel happy.
Yongju Island is still where the Elf Royal Court is located, but its status as the center of politics and power has been discounted since then.
The small town of Aglaia is the place where the elves yearn for.
Lynn thinks he'll be the consul of Aglaia in a few years.
In that case, the city of Aglaia in the future should also have its own navy!
Lynn carefully wrote the letter to the patriarch very carefully, and while his grandmother wouldn't necessarily give up the elven royal navy, eggs couldn't be put in one basket, right?
What if the Elf Queen lost the fight?
Although his grandmother has been neutral in political battles, Lynn is well aware that Admiral Gar's **** has been a little crooked since his mother was expelled from Yongju Island.
Lin En wrote the letter happily, he believed that Hill definitely had the ability to come up with a fleet that was much stronger than the Yongju Island naval fleet. As for the specific drawings of the elf giant ship, hey! What does Corellon not know!
Hill did not know that his friend had fallen into a crazy fantasy at the moment, and had planned the direction of burning money for him in advance.
He went back to the study and gently opened the beautiful little box.
The first thing I saw were hundreds of small bags with a letter right on top of the bags.
Hill opened the letter, and Alice's slightly escaping handwriting appeared in front of her eyes:
Dear Papa Hill!
I really miss you so much!
I heard from the undead that they are coming to your world soon. Actually, I want to go there too, but Alice, she is also a queen now!
I also have loyal and flattering men, and a few suitors who surround me every day.
Listening to these words every day, I kind of seem to understand why Merkel is going to be stupid later.
If it weren't for nature telling me every day that they were lying, there would be enough pretty words to make me feel like I can do anything in the world!
Power is a double-edged sword!
Papa Hill! I don't know how long I will like this kind of life, but I still want to know if I can hold on to myself in this kind of life.
Some things, only if you have experienced them will you know what to choose.
The only regret is not being able to come to you.
Enclosed are some special plants in this world, I think you must know from the undead, Quince is a very interesting world.
In addition to normal plants, people and animals are often caught in self-confusion and some inexplicable entanglement.
The undead are not very used to the life here. Although they look chaotic, they actually have a rule that they are never willing to violate.
That's an idea instilled since childhood, and most people can stick to it.
Also, even those who do sabotage actually have some ideas, even if it's for temporary happiness, that's a choice.
I know what I want to do, even if it's evil, it's actually orderly.
It seems to me that William just wants Sarah to be like this in the future.
Quinnes can't do it here, I think they are like the memories of the fish that the undead say, no matter what happened 7 seconds ago, the decision just made can be changed in an instant.
The front is still saving people, and the back is directly killing.
So Dad Hill can rest assured that although there are many suitors here, I will definitely not be tempted.
This is a world without even marriage, and the relationship between men and women is not as lasting as a rabbit.
But it's fun, really, Papa Hill, it's so funny, it's like watching absurd comedy every day.
This is the first time I see a world where the undead all want to get done and leave early.
But it may also be because the focus is all on the same species. The plants here are very comprehensive, and the species from hundreds of thousands of years ago lived very well.
I've collected a lot of them, some of which are even the species that Trahill said in Papa Hill's botanical book, and I think Papa will love them.
And then some pretty gems.
I've compared the ones in the jewelry box Hill's dad gave me, and they're not of the same kind.
I don't really know the difference between these gems, but for Papa Hill, just enough numbers to analyze the constructs are fine, right?
I hope these can be used. If not, Dad will tell the undead, and I will collect them for you.
As a queen, wanting more and bigger gems is just right in this world.
Although the undead are reluctant to live in Quinns, there are always people who come to see it every once in a while.
Especially the members of the "Master" family, I heard from the undead that they are all artists and like to come to Quince to watch these natural dramas, it seems that they can inspire them.
Although I don't understand why absurd means art, it's not bad that someone can help me deliver the letter.
Papa Hill~IndoMTL.com~ Please don't forget Alice!
Also, Dad, please use this box when you return the gift, I love it.
Hill read the letter with a sigh, not knowing what to say.
Alice would make such a decision, and he seems to understand that cats are actually very realistic creatures. They only look at the eyes and don't think about the results. They just do it.
If a cat is meditating in front of prey, she's not thinking about whether to move her paw, but which one to move first.
But at least, Hill won't worry about Alice anymore, Quince is a good fit for her changeable temperament.
There was another noise outside, and Hill turned his head and called Liszt, asking what happened.
"Sir." Liszt said with a smile, "The time-space artifact has been connected to the town's control core, and the undead can start taking missions."
Hill hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but walk to the terrace to watch.