Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 658: The future of the High Forest
"It doesn't matter...William can only use his mouth." Hill said with a smile, "He and the God of Time and Space share the spirit to some extent, that is a very old-fashioned person, William can't have anything at all. Private space, so I often talk nonsense in broken jars.”
Lynn understands Hill's words with a dull expression, what does it mean to have only a mouth...
Then with the second half of Hill's words, he opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.
Then he shook his head quickly and couldn't help but glanced at Hill, no wonder William spoke so casually, it seemed that both sides were used to it.
Hill didn't care about Lynn's eyes at all, just said indifferently: "You know how damaging the undead's mouth is, as their leader William's mouth is even more damaging, you just need to listen to the point of his words. It's good, don't worry about the extra things."
Lynn nodded helplessly. He always thought that the elf pantheon was enough to do whatever he wanted. He never thought that the human gods in another world would be so unique.
Hill leaned on his chin and said, "I bought a lot of good stuff in Shoulong. Should I put it in the magic item store or open another store?"
Lynn smiled softly: "Hill, Aglaia City no longer needs all your subsidies, not only elves and humans, but gnomes and dwarves have also opened some shops after they came, and there are also ports in the port. The activation allows the municipality to have normal income.
Although it's just because there are enough undead flowers, I think Aglaia City will get better and better when it gradually opens up. Even now, many good camps are starting to come to us from all over the world. .
Aglaia is safer than their hideaway.
I have tried my best to put the income of your specialty shop into the city reserve fund first, hoping that one day it will no longer be a drag on you. "
Hill blinked before saying, "Lynn, that money is nothing to me, and I need nothing that money can buy back."
Lynn smiled: "But I hope that the city I run is a help, not a drag, for you."
As time went by, and there were more and more things that happened, Lynn knew more clearly that the town of Aglaia in Hill might not have been built so big at first. At that time the calling began, and it was for him Lynn.
It wasn't any luck, but Hill saw it all from the beginning.
Although Hill only stayed in Silvermoon City for a year, as an archmage, he must have seen more than himself.
At that time, the attitude of Mystra's believers towards elves may have changed, but he couldn't see it in the countryside, and their library mage had nothing to do with the upper class.
Lyn couldn't help but smile when she thought of the news she heard two days ago.
The sun elf general in Silvermoon City would have vomited blood every day at the dark elf deputy appointed by the new city lord, if he hadn't followed Erathrow to the Silvermoon Alliance.
Although Lynn knows that the dark elves who can be accepted by the ground should be followers of the dark girls, and must be neutral or even good camps, but no sun elves are willing to cooperate with them.
The lifespan of elves is too long, and hatred is not an accumulation of ancestors. Every sun elves will have relatives and comrades who died under the hands of dark elves.
And the Silvermoon City Lord is very keen to let more mages enter the high-rise of Silvermoon City, Silvermoon City is no longer a paradise for half-elves.
The status of rangers and bards has obviously declined. This is definitely not a matter of one or two days. No wonder Corellon will have so many of his colleagues from Silvermoon City when he opens the Academy of Bards here.
Lynn knows his temper. No matter how gentle he is, he still has the temper of an elf. It's just that he has been displaced since childhood and made him cherish everything he gets.
But if he does have a mage mayor who always looks out of the corner of his eye, no matter how much he has feelings for Cuelva, Lynn will choose to give up.
That's their racial nature, and it can't be changed even if they know they've been used, just like more and more elves and half-elves have come recently.
Lynn drank a glass of fruit wine: "You still put those high-end products in your specialty store, and then let Martha keep only a certain percentage of the money as a reserve fund for the municipality, and take the rest into your own hands!
If the city government is really short of money, I will ask you for it. You can rest assured that this is your city, and I will not choose to sacrifice your interests for my own face. "
Resolutely said these words to Hill, and Lynn retorted to him about the recent changes in Silvermoon City and the Silvermoon Alliance.
Hill listened to Lynn suddenly talk about some things about Silvermoon City, and soon understood that this should be Erathrow's concession to the magic goddess, Silvermoon who will be protected by Mystra The city was completely ceded to the current followers of Mystra.
"Erathrow, it's not a loss." Hill tapped Lynn, "The current chaos is not suitable for her to continue to stand in the foreground.
Her philosophy is almost the exact opposite of her own master god.
Even if the current goddess of magic can't strip her of her electorate status, maintaining neutrality between her primary **** and other gods is ugly.
As for the current city lord, he may be genuinely following Mystra, but that may not be the case.
Silvermoon City is not just a city for the goddess of magic, otherwise the name would have been changed long ago. "
Lynn thought about it carefully, and then he understood what Hill meant. His friend, Mystra was even less optimistic about it, not Elathrow.
He was in a trance. Between gods and people, did Hill choose the IQ of people?
However, Erathrow chose to give up the position of Silvermoon City Lord to become the thankless leader of the Silvermoon Alliance, after the current Goddess of Magic had established her position!
Lynn shook his head helplessly, completely letting go of his memories of the past few years of life. Is it possible that Elathrow would have thought of today's results at the time?
He never doubted this lady's political thinking. A strong man who has ruled in a place like Silvermoon City for hundreds of years cannot fail to see development decades later.
Now this Mage Lord's superior, the Supreme Lady, also acquiesced! Erastra must have known how extreme his character was.
By choosing to sacrifice bards and rangers, Lynn finally understands how unbelievable the politicians' claims of kindness and persistence are.
Sacrificing the interests of some people for the greater good is very pleasing to say, but no one wants to be the sacrificed side.
Liszt just sorted out the latest account at this time, and returned it to Lynn after confirming that it was correct.
In fact, Lynn has always asked Martha to record the financial situation of the territory. As Liszt's subordinate Taring, almost as soon as he returned to Aglaia City, he got all the latest data, but Lynn is so solemn. The way of doing things, Liszt must also show the same attention.
Lynn retracted the ledger with satisfaction, and once again instructed Hill to change the income distribution ratio of the magic supply store, and he was ready to go back. There is very little free time like this.
Then he saw a large box that Hill had taken out.
Hill smiled happily: "Lynn doesn't think I'll just bring you a tree, right? Shoulong's specialty is not only jade. Don't worry, I know that your mind is mid-range.
The most important thing is a gift from Mom and Dad from the Star Mountains~"
Lynn was silent for a few seconds, he kind of wanted to fight a cold war, Hill imitated his mother's tone too much, it made him a little bit painful.
How long has Hill been in the High Forest? Are you that familiar with his mother?
He suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, he picked up the box without hesitation and planned to leave, not even wanting to see what Hill's so-called mid-range gift was.
"Ah! Little Lynn who got the wrong lute is really cute!" But behind him, a word came leisurely.
Lynn hurried out the door and fled directly.
Hill smiled contentedly, not in vain for him to say this at the end. Lynn must be very happy to see a few family albums in the box that he used magic to copy?
Then he looked at the window and asked helplessly: "Why do you want to be so sneaky? Your Majesty Corellon."
"Lin, this child, is a little too serious." The handsome Corellon showed his figure, walked to the large sofa in front of Hill's desk and lay down halfway, "Every time I see my relaxed appearance, The expressions on his face are too obvious."
"He grew up in the Star Mountains, where the captain of the guard is very pious to you. The great elf creator has heard too many words like this." Hill said lightly, the idol is disqualified, and only the fans who see it. the worst.
"My sword of Everisca!" Corellon smiled with satisfaction~IndoMTL.com~ They won't need to defend so hard from now on.
I have sent all the priests there to follow Dragos to rebuild the elven city in the Star Mountains, and when the space turbulence on the other side of the High Forest subsides, let the elves go there to plant trees. "
Hill turned to look at him, he thought Corellon would give up the High Forest, after all, the space there is still more fragile than other places.
“The reason why the space near the High Forest is so easy to use has a lot to do with the fact that elves have kept opening the space doors to other places for tens of thousands of years.” Corellon sighed and said, “There are too many sins. Always be punished, the pain of the elves for thousands of years is the result of their own past.
The High Forest can only be rebuilt by the elves, unlike Hell's Gate Keep, when humans needed that place. "
Without the gates of hell, no human being would be interested in that desolate place, the high forest swept away by the space storm, and even the remains of the elven empire.
Even Corellon, in fact, is taking every step of the way when facing AO and the Slate of Destiny, and doesn't dare to relax at all.