Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 547: Alice’s letter and gift
There was a wave of divine power outside, and Hill put away William's letter and stood on the terrace.
With the help of Martha, Lin En has opened the control core of the God of Time and Space, and streaks of golden light spread in the town.
Just bypass the two temples and the Harper's building.
There are a little more on Aglaia's side. Except for his main temple, the square outside, including the two small houses for passers-by to spend the night, have given up the management rights.
She should have considered that a place where people from Faerun can enter at will is not suitable for preventing the undead from entering, so she will leave the surveillance right to the God of Time and Space. Aglaia is not interested in coming forward by herself. Deal with the drama that can break out at any time.
This is also a common method used by the allies of the time-space gods. They cannot prevent the undead from appearing near their temples, but they can let the time-space gods directly deal with their violations.
No one wants to supervise the actions of the undead by himself. That requires not only patience, but more importantly, enough reason.
Even Goddess Yinyue, who was most interested in the undead, kept the distance away honestly.
Hill can understand Lynn's way of not caring about the decentralization of his power at all. A group of elves who can mix with the scariest Seraphim in his mouth, he will definitely not want to be the management of these guys of those.
Lin En's thinking is not as simple as Hill's. After hearing Martha's words, he is really interested in this core that can help manage the city.
He just wants to! There are so many laws and regulations in Trashiel, people with a good memory will have a big head, how can ordinary people remember them.
It turns out that there is such a good way to alert managers before trouble occurs.
Moreover, 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 the elves don't use their brains, Lin En pondered, it's just that the elves' thinking is too jumpy, and it's easy to get into a dead end.
It's easy to have conflicts in your own head, so it's no wonder that you are so contradictory when you do things!
As for the group of old antiques on Yongju Island, they have actually lived too long, and they can no longer see anything except the throne of elves.
In fact, all the real and **** elves have gone to the navy, and the rest are a bunch of fools who lied to themselves!
Lin En picked up the pen. Ever since the elves arrived on Yongju Island, the fertility rate has dropped again, and there are only a dozen cousins left in his 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 in the past, he would not have invited the clansmen to come over. Life in the navy is pretty good, and in all political struggles, the clan can also remain neutral, which is the duty and right of soldiers.
Even the 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 the elves, even the Silver Shield Knights next to them are not much better than them powerful.
Toril's fairness can only be found with the same strength, and ordinary people have to step back innately.
As long as they don't hurt their lives at will, ordinary people are also used to that kind of hiding life.
But Lin En didn't want the residents of Aglaia Town, who had always had a very harmonious relationship, to become as trembling as those big cities. He always felt that the comfortable life of the residents of Silvermoon City was what he yearned for.
So Lynn has been struggling with how to discuss the basic principles of being friendly with humans in the town with the Elf Crusaders.
It's all right now, and he doesn't need to have a headache at all.
Lin En accepted Martha's suggestion almost without thinking about it, and directly opened the management core.
These original undead were renamed "Trassil Elves" by Corellon. No matter what, Lynn is still willing to believe that Corellon will never sacrifice his faithful followers.
Moreover, for the elves of Toril, although there are many rules, Corellon has recognized them. Unless there is something they are particularly dissatisfied with, the elves are still willing to obey Corellon's will.
Lin En wrote invitation letters one after another with bright eyes, it would be best for the entire Gal family to come.
The blessings of the elves and gods to the Crusaders should have spread to Yongju Island. Those guys must have been hit hard. Just thinking about it makes Lynn feel happy.
Yongju Island is still the seat of the Elf King's Court, but its status as a political and power center has been compromised since then.
The town of Aglaia will be the place that elves yearn for in the future.
Lin En felt that he would become the consul of Aglaia in a few years.
In that case, the future city of Aglaia should also have its own navy!
Lin En carefully wrote the letter to the patriarch. Although his grandmother may not give up the Royal Elven Navy, eggs can't be put in one basket, right?
What if the Elven Queen loses the struggle?
Although his grandmother has always remained neutral in the political struggle, Lynn is well aware that Admiral Gal's **** has been a little crooked since his mother was kicked out of Yongmeet.
Lin En wrote the letter happily. He believed that Hill would definitely have the ability to create a fleet that was much stronger than the naval fleet of Yongju Island. As for the specific blueprint of the giant elf ship, hey! Corellon doesn't know anything!
Hill didn't know that his friend had fallen into a crazy fantasy at the moment, and he had planned the direction of burning money for him in advance.
He returned to the study and gently opened the exquisite little box.
The first thing I saw was hundreds of small bags and a letter on top of the bag.
When Hill opened the letter, Alice's handwriting appeared in front of her eyes:
Dear Papa Hill!
I miss you so much!
I heard from the undead that they will soon come to your world. In fact, I really want to go there too, but Alice 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 seem to understand why Merkel became stupid later.
If nature didn't tell me every day that they were lying, so many beautiful words would be enough to make me feel omnipotent!
Power is really 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.
There are some things that only you have experienced before you will know how to choose.
The only regret is that I can't go to your side.
Enclosed are some special plants in this world. I think you must know from the undead that Quince is a very interesting world.
Besides the normality of plants, people and animals often fall into self-chaos and some inexplicable entanglements.
The undead are not quite used to the life here. Although they look chaotic, they still have a principle that they never want to violate.
That's an idea instilled in children since childhood, and most people can stick to it.
Besides, even those who destroy, actually have some ideas, even if it is for temporary happiness, it is still a choice.
I know what I want to do, even if it is evil, it is actually orderly.
I think William seems to hope that Salar will become like this in the future.
Quince can't do it here. I think they are all like the memory of the fish that the undead said. No matter what happened 7 seconds ago, the decision just made can be changed instantly.
The front is still saving people, and the back is directly killing people.
So Papa 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 a man and a woman is not as long-lasting as that of a rabbit.
But it's fun, really, Papa Hill, it's so funny, every day is like a comedy of the absurd.
This is the first time I saw a world where all the undead hoped to finish their work and leave as soon as possible.
But it may also be because all the attention is on the same kind. The plants here are very comprehensive, and the species hundreds of thousands of years ago lived very well.
I have collected a lot, some of which are even mentioned in Hill's father's encyclopedia of plants, the species that Trasil has disappeared. I think my father will like it very much.
And then there are some beautiful gems.
I've compared the ones in the jewelry box Papa Hill gave me, and they're not the same kind.
I don't know much about the difference between these gems, but for Papa Hill, as long as there is enough quantity to analyze the construction, is it?
I hope these can be used. If not, Dad will tell the undead, and I will collect them for you.
As a queen, it is only natural in this world to want more and bigger gems.
Although the undead don't want to stay permanently in Quinns, there are always people who come to visit from time to time.
Especially the members of the 'Master' family, I heard from the undead that they are all artists, and they like to come to Quinns to watch these natural dramas, which seem to inspire them.
Although I don't understand why absurdity represents art, it's not bad that someone can deliver the letter for me.
Papa Hill, please don't forget Alice!
Also~IndoMTL.com~Dad, when returning presents, please put them in this box, I like it very much.
After reading the letter with a sigh, Hill didn't know what to say.
Alice would make this kind of decision, and he seemed to understand that cats are actually very realistic creatures. They only look at what is in front of them, and they don't think carefully about the results.
If a cat is brooding over her prey, she's not thinking about whether she should move her paw, but which paw should move first.
But at least, Hill won't worry about Alice anymore, and Quinns is quite suitable for her changeable temperament.
There was another noise outside, and Hill turned his head to call Liszt, asking what happened.
"Sir." Liszt said with a smile, "The artifact of time and space has been connected to the control core of the town, and the undead can start to accept tasks."
Hill hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but walked to the terrace to watch.
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