Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 462: Northern continent, a little bit of reality
Hill thought about the catalogue of the gods he had seen recently, and it was true that the singers all made it their main business to inquire about news and spread some stories, such as the past and present life of the prince of lies, Cyric.
Otherwise, he is obviously a thief. Normally, the first reaction is that the people from Mask are coming.
Only the minions of the Singer think of Cyric first.
The Prince of Lies, who has always been uncertain, has always given generous rewards to his subordinates who find trouble for the singer.
If the singer himself who likes to incarnate in the human world and sing everywhere for fun can be caught, Dark Sun will even give up his intrigue for a short time and find a fault first.
Hill agrees with the introduction to the singer in this catalogue.
He still remembers the performance of the Singing God when Gurns was there.
Actually, the main purpose of the singer is not to fight the devil, but to know what happened, and to inquire about the movement of the devil and even Shar.
If it weren't for a few friends who wanted revenge, the singer would probably have left without even showing up.
The goddess of magic asks him to come forward, presumably because he's good at sniffing out information and hiding his presence from the devil's nose.
The God of Singing has been in Guerns for so many years, but the Devil Lord, who is notoriously suspicious, really didn't find him.
If Lynn really followed the will of his Lord God, he really didn't have to worry about his impulse to confront the dragon directly.
"So is it safe now?" Hill asked flatly.
"Of course, it will be the coldest period of time in the northern continent soon." Lin En laughed, "At this time, except for the sacrifice of the frost girl, who would want to go out?
Even if you don't fear the cold, you don't like the nasty weather. "
Hill looked at Lynn curiously. It seems that the people of the Silver Moon Alliance will use the sacrifice of Frost Maiden to deliver letters!
"Don't be surprised." Lynn told Hill with a smile, "For the evil request of the Frost Maiden, many human females in the Northern Continent use killing livestock instead.
So many of her sacrifices are neutral, and no one will make any demands on the lady who kills a chicken every month. "
"She would too?" Hill was astonished, "She's evil!"
“There are almost no believers. We can only rely on the evil **** who makes the north colder and colder to maintain his divine power. There are not so many high requirements. It would be good if someone is willing to believe.” Lynn showed a strange smile, “That’s it. It's impossible for the sacrifice to get her favor and promotion, but the girls in the north don't care.
The people who can become her sacrifices have no other way to survive. Sending letters in the ice and snow is the best way they can find.
Don't look at the girl who doesn't care much about these people who believe in her because they are running to be a postman, but if someone really does something to them, the girl will still be furious.
Her sacrificial inauguration ceremony, now that her faith is becoming more and more deficient, how can so many people risk their lives to take office.
Only these girls who cannot survive will choose Frost Maiden.
With so many girls, there will always be a few who will go down the wrong path. She can only choose the person she wants.
Actually, many forces in the northern continent and Frost Maiden already have a little tacit understanding.
She doesn't do anything at will, and her sacrifices can lead a normal life. "
Hill was silent for a while, Frost Maiden has indeed not created any massacre for many years, unless someone seeks death and runs near her temple.
Hill originally thought she was the pair of silver dragons and gold queens and Erathrow who were afraid of the North, but she was trying to protect her divine power from Talos!
"Are ordinary people in the northern continent so bitter?" Hilton asked after a while, "I remember..."
"The Northland is very good, but only people from the good camp can settle down." Lynn sighed, "Silver Moon Alliance, it's a lot worse, not to mention Sword Bay.
We don't have much to do here, that's because most people are professionals. Even if there are ordinary people, there are relatives of professionals.
And most of the rangers are followers of Merika, even if they don't do good deeds, they won't do evil casually.
Not to mention that there are two other temples and a library run by a wizard, how many people are there in Cuelva!
Even if there is something in the dark, I try to hide it as deeply as possible.
Those beings in the shadows also try to choose other places, which are usually just a few eyes.
But that's it, there's going to be a problem right next door, and no one knows when trouble and disaster will come.
As for Silvermoon City, and Waterdeep City, it is never ordinary people who live happily.
The more prosperous the place, the easier it is for ordinary people to get into trouble.
Life may be okay, but the pain will always be there.
There are always people who don't want to live without dignity.
Especially for many women in the north, they listened to so many great women's stories, but they lived so humble, and some of them were even more miserable, such as mud in the sewer.
The sacrifice of the Frost Maiden is the easiest path they can touch.
As long as she walks in the snow in a single shirt, sticks to the sunshine until dawn, so that she will not freeze to death in the coldest night in the north, the Frost Maiden will accept her, although she has to kill once a month, but that Bit did not ask is to kill any creatures. "
Hill turned his head and glanced at Lynn, his face expressionless as he spoke, already numb to the things of human society.
As a half-elf, Lynn will at most help the poor people she encounters. She has a little admiration for those women who rely on her own will to survive, but she will never have the stupid idea of changing human society. .
And neither will humans who are accustomed to this kind of life.
To a certain extent, people at the bottom of society have not been completely blocked from making progress. As long as they struggle to the death, there will always be people who can get out of the mud pit.
There will be no anger that burns the whole world.
Therefore, a world like Faerûn will only continue to go on like this.
Hill sighed softly in his heart, and used his reason to suppress the useless emotions.
This is a problem that William can't solve with his huge army of undead.
Also, Hill didn't think William would work so hard for Faerun.
He treats Trahir as half of his hometown to build his country so hard, but the rest of the world is not his responsibility.
Whether it's the battle of Gurns or Faurenriel, it can be seen that William has become more and more like a god, and he only cares about his own world.
"Is your pub still open? So cold?" Hill asked curiously.
"Of course it's open! In winter, only my tavern is the only place they can communicate." Lynn said with wide eyes, "How much interesting news, it's all sung by the winter tavern in the Northland. Usually Most of these adventurers are wandering outside, how can they go to the tavern to chat and brag for a long time!
Otherwise, why would I save so much wine and meat! "
He couldn't help but glance at Hill: "Fortunately, I still had time to replenish most of the meat into the warehouse, but the bacon and sausages are still a little less. This year's winter is early, and the temperature is not enough."
"Do you need me to help you remodel an ice cellar?" Hill asked without changing his face, "It can keep fresh meat longer.
They've had bacon for so long and maybe prefer something fresh. "
Linn waved his hand: "Forget it! No one has an ice cellar in this place! As long as you don't buy it again, my pub can last until spring."
"Can I hunt in spring?" Hill frowned.
"Of course not, but the farmed meat will be sent from Silvermoon City." Lynn said with a smile, "There is a temple of Merika, who would dare to hunt in the spring!"
"However, it's been a long time since I've eaten fresh vegetables." He looked at Hill suggestively, "It's been so hard to eat potatoes and turnips for so long."
Hill laughed: "Of course, I will serve my dear friends with a big meal. Is the fruit the main thing?"
"That's great! Eating meat for a month makes me sick to death." Lynn directly ignored his own last sentence.
"You don't have no money, why do you save so much?" Hill asked incomprehensibly. As Lynn said, there is a big ice cellar under his tavern. Before winter officially came, Lynn was filled with all kinds of food.
Of course there are fruits and veggies, but Lynn never eats it himself, always eating the same signature meal as the ranger warriors in the tavern.
Although there is a lot of meat, it is not an easy way to eat for a half-elf.
Lynn was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "You probably don't have much chance to deal with these ordinary adventurers, so you don't need to follow my approach.
But I'll tell you a little bit, and you'll have to know what to do in the future.
In the eyes of these rangers and warriors, and even some thieves, I'm just a tavern owner, the sheriff's position is not that prominent, and it's only when something goes wrong that they find me.
They dare to come to the door every day to drink, eat meat, bet and brag, because they think I am the same as them.
What an expensive winter fruit and veggies~IndoMTL.com~ Only an adventurer who has suddenly made a fortune would dare to order a portion!
If I eat every day, in their eyes, I will no longer be a tavern owner, but a sheriff similar to a noble!
Hill, bards can't exist independently of adventurers, and I don't want to be a saint who can only sing praises to the gods. "
Hill could only nod silently and take Lynn to the big restaurant.
These things are far away from him now, but he doesn't understand either.
Just like the world of the past, those colleagues who pursued progress, in order to understand the relationship between the top and bottom, gave up the aloofness brought by the school, and ate, drank and had fun with anyone who could hook up with each other. In the last few years, the Turn yourself into an alcoholic liver.
Hill glanced at Lynn's agile figure. The human physique in this world is high enough, not to mention that Lynn is still an elf. He probably won't have any three highs, right?
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