Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 554: Terry and Grumba became friends
Hill took the time to send Lynn away in a trance.
Lynne will be able to react to his flickering after a while: it's not just the university town that needs Lynn's management, the real trouble is the residential area and the commercial area.
The dwarf who opened the shop meets the undead... well, I think Hill is sweating for Lynn.
If the gnome doesn't hold back, the undead will never give him a chance to finish.
Of course, there are no-hands-on solutions if you can't beat people. Time and lip service are very rich for the undead.
But since there are gnomes and dwarves living in Aglaia City, Hill feels that he can also move people from the large settlements there.
This, Hill is quite happy. In fact, he has always wanted to build a large botanical garden under his floating castle.
Unfortunately, since coming here from the Silver Shield, the situation has been out of his control.
Compared to the botanical garden in his heart, Hill would still choose to let more people in. He couldn't make the people of the Silver Shield the only residents in this town.
In that case, who does this city belong to? Even if the Paladins had enough self-control to not want to do so, neither would their followers and their families.
Now it's finally back on track.
In the future, in the city of Aglaia, flexible puppets and magic circles will be used to monitor the alleys, and the elf crusaders will guard the guards on the road, and they can be dispatched at any time when they receive a warning.
Silver Shield will only continue to patrol this side of the road, mainly looking at taverns and commercial streets.
Where the Knights of Justice appear, it is indeed a **** for those who want to do bad things.
Many people want to run away when they see the white armor.
But they would rather endure the discomfort of seeing the Knights of Justice than the 'Trahir Elf' who uses 'Alignment Detection' at will.
Here in Hill, there is no way that there will be fewer caravans.
After all, Luskan in the north is not the end, and there are more terrifying permafrost and ten northern towns.
The purpose of the caravan coming from there is only Waterdeep City, and only there is the place with the highest price.
There are, however, some less powerful caravans in Waterdeep who sell their goods from the permafrost directly to Hill.
The price of Hill's purchase of various materials and ingredients is not much worse than that of Waterdeep City.
They also save a lot of taxes, especially the entry tax in Waterdeep, which is expensive by car.
They can store the cart in the warehouse next to the Hill Hotel, and they don't even need to bring the camel.
The various camel animal feeds here in Hill are well matched. They have been stored for half a month, and almost all of them are fat and strong.
They even bring new people to the town every time they recruit, so that they can judge whether these people have the plague.
After so long, the people of Faerûn have more or less understood the reason for the spread of the plague, as long as they don't accept gold bars and various ancient gold coins that are within a year at first glance.
The current caravan, before accepting new people, will ask these people not to bring any money.
The caravan will pay them the first month's salary directly.
As long as you don't stay within a certain range of these problematic golds, even if there is a person with a plague next to him, the caravans who are drinking pure water when they go out can still avoid being infected.
Now the value of gold coins in major cities is so high that no one dares to use gems as a price.
Although the trouble this time was caused by the big cities like Sword Bay, they don't have to worry about it at all.
Even if they don't have enough pure water to keep the whole city like Neverwinter, they can still get enough pure pearls to clean the treasure they get with their financial resources.
As long as the aristocrats don't call friends and gather every day, as long as they don't meet up every day, there will be few accidents. No matter how poor aristocratic families are, they can buy one or two pearls to save their lives.
Only when the plague first spread, a large number of nobles died, and they got so much treasure that even if some of them had become full-time professionals, they couldn't carry it.
Hill feels that the caravan, which is now very wary of the undead, will soon continue to come shouting "True Fragrance".
After discovering Hill's consignment shop, the undead frantically stuffed things into it.
Trahir is going to sell the vast amount of products they practice.
Hill gave the family of the Silver Shield Paladins two options: continue renting in the town or buy residential housing in the city.
If they move to the city too, Hill plans to turn the entire hotel side into shops and warehouses.
Hill thinks they should choose to move into the city, where housing isn't too expensive.
That is, those single followers will still choose to live here, so Hill just needs to move their little house to the end and put it together with the apartment building.
Lynn's mayor's mansion will be moved directly into the special open space in Aglaia City, and it will become his private residence in the future.
There is a special city hall for him to use, and all kinds of facilities and buildings related to the city are very complete, even the barracks for the city guards have been built.
The undead are already skilled workers in this area, and William has been hiring them for this kind of work since Salar.
As long as Lynn starts interacting with the time-space artifact, he won't have time to talk to Hill about that.
And now, Hill needs to find Terry, who has been squatting on the mountain waiting for him to explain, and have a good chat about the future.
Hill walked through the labyrinth to the door of the Dragon's Nest, where he couldn't help but blink.
How could Ramba, the **** of earth elements, get involved with Terry?
They were playing a game of ball, one with their tails and one with their fists, trying to control their strength and hitting a fluttering ball.
The tattered **** piled up beside the dragon's nest told Hill that the two of them had never worried about the outside world in the past two days, but had been playing this game.
"Sir." Martha appeared beside him, "When the undead were playing ball, I let the earth element lord see it. He was very interested and always wanted it, so I bought a lot from the undead and gave them away. Here comes Mr. Terry."
"Well done." Hill nodded, "Thank you Martha, you are very thoughtful. Neither Terry nor this one are suitable for immediate contact with the undead."
"Why?" Of course Guramba had noticed Hill long ago, "Even if there are thousands of Ransenders, I'm not afraid~"
Hill couldn't help laughing. For the Elementals, the Ransendall thing was really nothing, and when they did it themselves, they caused more damage.
After all, as long as there is a trace of consciousness left, they can completely recover in the elemental world.
"At least one-third of them will banish." Hill went straight to the most likely thing, "Don't think you're a lot higher than them and you'll be fine. Banish always It's a matter of probability.
If you really want a group of people to test your luck with you every day, you can. "
Gu Ramba is too big, more than half a person taller than the lords and leaders who are watching the fun.
As long as he is within the cast range of Banishment, the first reaction of the undead to see him must be to use this spell.
After all, Gu Ramba is different from other earth element elves. Those were summoned by Hill and had to obey Hill's orders, so they were green names in the eyes of the undead.
But Guramba is different, he is neutral.
Exile is available.
Hill didn't want to mention this at all. If he and the undead insisted not to use banishment on this tall earth spirit, it would only have the opposite effect: remind every undead who sees Guramba, this guy Actually, you can try it twice.
And the undead, who can't break the defense at all, will definitely end up with a banishment at a glance.
Hand owes are every person who plays the game, the impulse that can never be restrained, everyone will have the wonderful fantasy of "what if I succeed".
Gu Ramba thought about the number of those new elves, and the stone face showed annoyance: "But I still want to walk around your city. It's rare to have a place where I can do whatever I want. Take a walk."
Terry pressed the ball in his claws and couldn't help turning his head sideways and asked, "Why don't you sign an alliance contract with Hill? It's not for you to obey his orders, but at least you have to make sure you won't trouble him. Ah!
Otherwise, in Hill's city, you will never be considered your own by the defensive circle. "
Grumba said gloomily: "The elemental gods must be neutral. They have too many things to do."
"You?" Terry accidentally used some force with his claws, and the ball broke with a 'puff'. He yelled a few times before he flapped his wings in frustration and asked, "I Mom told a lot of stories, you..."
"That's different!" Guramba said dryly, "Also, don't listen to their nonsense, what a **** love story, how can I think an orc goddess is better than a stone.
It's just that she's pious enough to the earth, and I'm kinder to her.
I really don't get it, I just gave her a gem mine, but can I give my followers more?
It's just that she preaches everywhere, and my followers have no interest in showing off my gifts. "
Seeing the disdain on Terry's dragon face, Gu Ramba simply turned to look at Hill: "You are also a child of the earth, although not from my earth.
You said ~IndoMTL.com~ do you think that female orc looks good? She's not as tall as my legs! "
"When did height become a problem for the gods?" Terry couldn't help but interject.
"Don't use the dragon's eyes to measure the **** of the earth!" Gu Ramba was angry, "We have our own aesthetic vision! It will not change according to different races!"
"Terry, shut up," Hill said calmly.
Terry shrugged his shoulders and finally asked, "Do you still want to play the ball?"
"Of course I want to play!" Gu Ramba said quickly, "It's rare to get such a cheap ball! The new elf must be very good at alchemy!"
Hill touched his cheek, but still suppressed his complaints: the undead are really only good at these things, and for some reason, the manufacturing level of the ball is higher than that of the magic lamp.
Hill understands very well how many **** are stored in the hands of the undead, and there are few Trahir people who waste so much money buying a ball to play.