Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 494: The harpers who came to become dragon knights

Terry didn't understand why Hill looked helpless. He knew exactly how many good things Hill had to earn gold coins. Did Hill prefer hoarding goods instead of collecting gold coins?

It's not a treasure, and no dragon is so stingy.

What a cute little sequin!

Jinlong pouted, took off his soft gloves, and comfortably lay down on his own large carpet: "Hill, the harpist also wants to come here.

Although they said it was because the priest of Melika was a unicorn-carrying elf and wanted to find a new parish, I always thought there was something wrong.

He's telling the truth, but not all. "

"I don't want to tell you directly, it must have something to do with dragons!" Aglaia said simply, "Just because I can't say it directly, doesn't mean you can't know, probably your family knows it."

Hill was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly understood.

This is for the year of thunder next year. With the endless thunder falling on the earth, the countless dragon eggs belonged to whoever picked them up. It was completely consistent with the dragon family who raised them.

As the most direct source incarnation, the Platinum Dragon King and the Five-color Dragon Queen must have received prophecies.

So Bahamut may have asked all his allies for help. Rather than turning these dragon eggs into five-colored dragons, he would rather let them turn into metal dragons and sign a short-term alliance contract with humans.

To put it bluntly, it is the Dragon Knight.

The forest gods have always had a good relationship with the platinum dragon, plus the goddess of magic, of course they will do this kind of good deeds.

As for Tyre's side, they probably don't have much interest. Dragon knights are of course good, but for the paladins who like to charge in groups, if they can't form a dragon knight group, it's not as good as Pegasus.

It was more important to Tyr that Baal was not actually resurrected from any of his sons.

And the members of the Harper who like to fight more alone, pay more attention to being a dragon knight.

But they can't tell Terry the truth, can they? Who dares to say to a golden dragon: All the members of the harpists are now very diligent in order to be able to ride your kind to go out?

"Aglaia is right." Hill nodded to Terry, "You can contact your parents and ask, but I don't think it has anything to do with you, otherwise they will notify you. .”

"The harpist?" Terry asked, tilting his big head, "let them in?"

"Anyone can come to the side of the temple of Aglaia. They just have clean water here!" Hill replied indifferently, "But the temple can't be built on the half of the hotel, ordinary people. If you are willing to come, you can rent my house like the people in Tyre, 6 gold for the small, 12 gold for the big, one year."

Terry burst out laughing: "You let the harpists live with Tyr's followers? Hehe~ maybe there will be a fight."

"They are all good camps, they know how to understand each other, and there are several rows~ They can negotiate on their own." Hill said without changing his face, "Let the judges of Tyre take care of them when they fight. I'm sure they'll be fair, and the harpist is not their enemy."

Terry glanced at the desolate swamp on the west side of the road with the window open: "You really know how to deal with these elf priests! To build Merika's temple with her own hands, she would have to spend ten several years.

Would it take ten years to purify those trees alone? "

As believers of Melika, it is absolutely impossible for them to ask for help from a mage, and neither can a natural mage.

Not to mention asking other gods for help.

Those big trees that can survive have been destroyed and penetrated by the breath of death for at least a hundred years, and the wood elves are very busy.

Terry showed a mocking face, dragons of different races would fight, can elves of different races get along well?

The harpist guys think so beautifully.

"Since she wants to add glory to Goddess Merika, she must work hard. Otherwise, why not stay in Silvermoon City." Hill also showed a smile.

Since she doesn't tell the truth, of course Hill gave her the normal treatment.

It's just a cold-tempered wood elf, what else can it have anything to do with him of the golden elf bloodline?

If anyone wants to pursue this elf blood on Hill, then ask Corellon. If you calculate blood, he really only has something to do with Corellon.

"You think it's annoying to open a store, so why don't you hire a businessman?" Terry asked curiously, "There will definitely be people willing to come, this place is actually quite good.

It's just that the tax you charge is low. If it's high, they might as well stay in Neverwinter or Waterdeep. There are definitely not many people here to buy things, and they can only sell to passersby. "

"That little tax isn't enough to trouble me." Hill lay down directly, "Am I still going to get a sheriff to help them resolve their business disputes?

Whoever is at fault is trouble.

My own store, all of which are clearly priced, sells the smart core, and delivers the goods with puppets. If someone still asks for trouble, they deserve to be beaten to death by the puppets.

You don't have much to talk about in that tavern. "

Terry remembered those Luskans who knew they were dragons and dared to provoke them, and nodded in agreement.

He knew Hill didn't like the constant trouble, but Faerûn had trouble as long as people worked.

Sometimes it may be the clerk's words that lead to death.

That's why Hill prefers to work hard at first to avoid having to wipe his **** later.

On the contrary, it is the easiest problem to deal with, and it is the easiest problem to deal with. It can't be called trouble. It's easy to fight back or kill him.

Terry doesn't want to deal with relationships either, the bartender is another story. He took out a drawing: "Hill, I like this house."

"You finally want to build your own home?" Hill smiled and floated the paper over, and the smile couldn't help but fade away.

Even if Terry chooses the bird's nest, it's better than this!

Isn't this the Dutch vault? Hill didn't even know when he had saved this blueprint!

Is there a similar building on the undead side?

He glanced at Liszt in confusion.

"This is a blueprint sent by the Wenjian family. I remember it very clearly." Liszt had of course seen it. "At that time, he wanted to set this building as the main building of the Crystal Palace, but he was held down by the family. In the end, I didn't want to waste it, so I sent it to us."

It's the use of waste.

Unexpectedly, there will be a golden dragon looking at this fully enclosed concrete-like building.

But as long as Hill thinks about the shape covered with 3D gold coins, he suddenly understands why Terry chose it!

It's a pity that his thousands of drawings were lost in the most meaningless places.

"That's right, Hill..." Terry was a little embarrassed, and raised his claws to cover his face: "Can you use Toril's gold coins? Although they are golden, they feel a little strange."

Hill was silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed: "Yes. But the gold coins on Toril's side, I only know what the moon coins and dragon coins are."

Terry quickly found all types of gold coins in his bag, even those on other continents: "It took me a lot of effort to get it all from my mom!

Thanks Hill! I'm so excited! This house is a dragon's dream home! "

"It's just a coating," Hill said slowly. "It's impossible to make a gold copy for you. I don't want to know how many dragons Faerûn has."

"Of course, that's great!" Terry couldn't help rolling on the carpet. "It's really built of gold, my mom would have to rob the house."

Hill could feel the seriousness in Terry's tone, and he knew a little more about dragons.

Taking advantage of the unknown night, Hill took the blueprint in his hand and flew to the top of Sword Peak to build his big house for Terry.

It's really easy. Functional buildings like Terry's workshop are placed in the sealed cave. Apart from the kitchen and dining room, the house outside is his bedroom in front of the cave door.

Terry felt that even if his parents came over in person, he would not choose to entertain them in his lair, so a place to eat would suffice.

Hill thought about it, and built a wide viewing platform outside the big vault, and then set aside a space on the second floor in the tall building~IndoMTL.com~ Although Terry is still not long There are also many dragons who are single to death, but he always has to leave such a leeway.

What if, in the future, he will have a dragon cub?

As for the outside, Hill, who can command the natural deformation of the soil, is still easily covered with countless small gold coins, but he was a little tired when he sketched the pattern.

Finish all these gold coins, and the silver moon is already high in the sky.

Hill instructed to melt a large amount of copper, a small amount of gold, and a mixed liquid of stabilizer to cover the entire building little by little. Terry cherished the gentle wind blowing slowly beside him.

"What are you doing? Terry." Aglaia, who was watching the excitement, couldn't help but ask.

"Let the water dry faster!" Terry said seriously, "What if the wind blows at night and scratches the gold coins?"

Aglaia asked with a bad face: "What makes you think that when I'm around, there will be water that won't do this kind of thing?"

Terry laughed awkwardly. He didn't care if he didn't care!

Hill looked up at his architectural achievements and reminded Jinlong: "Remember to draw a magic circle for yourself every day, no one can help you with this."

Terry waved his paw: "Don't worry! I've been thinking about how to draw for decades!"

Hill left with Aglaia speechless, leaving Terry to admire his love nest.

However, although Terry was reluctant to leave his beloved big house, he still managed the tavern after dawn. By the way, he informed those people that there will definitely be not only **** believers in the Harper Alliance here in the future, And the Paladins of Tyre.

Only the tavern is a permanent neutral place. Elsewhere, if you get caught doing something, Terry won't care.

The tavern is silent.

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