Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 521: The Prince of Neverwinter who came suddenly

Lin En is actually quite helpless.

It didn't take a few days for this guy, Terry, to get rid of his words. Lynn knew that Hill just wanted to keep himself in the small town of Aglaia.

But even if he was promoted to mayor, it would not mean much to Lynn.

If he stays in Cuelva, he will definitely become a senior official of Silvermoon City, or even the Silvermoon Alliance in the future.

Among all the elves, the golden elves value their own honor the most, and they often talk about the glory of their ancestors. Most of the antiques in human impressions are actually golden elves.

Lynn never denied that he wanted to make a mark on the world.

If the golden elves who left the forest like them have no ambitions, why don't they go back after the tour is over?

How leisurely and happy the days in the forest are!

Those who stay outside are of course unwilling to be lonely.

As for Hill, he can only be a mayor. Although he must have great power, the direction of his career has to be completely changed.

Lynn doesn't want to change the route she has been working hard every day for more than 100 years.

So although Lynn didn't leave during that time, he always pretended to be stupid.

However, in order to keep him, Hill actually put so many people in a town that was not originally planned to be opened!

Lynn was helpless. He told Terry that Hill had many ideas for a small town, and none of them had any effect on the operation of this small town.

Even though Hill felt that he was too busy to die, he couldn't keep silent. Anyway, elves have such a long lifespan, so changing the course of life is actually not that hard to accept.

Fortunately, Miril agreed with his decision, and didn't want Lynn to stick to that small temple.

The God of Singing has no ambitions at all, music and poetry are his true loves, and he actually prefers to hear newly composed songs than the troubles of the harpist.

It's just that the evil **** of Faerun didn't even want to leave this fun to him.

Mirril is actually quite in favor of Lin En coming to Hill, and also wants Lynn and Hill to learn some music or poetry from another world. It is impossible for a mage with elf blood to know everything.

Although he didn't understand why his main **** said that he had to make some preparations for the unpredictable future, Lynn still made a quick decision and directly took over all the town's affairs in Hill's hands.

It took Lynn a few days to get everything in order. The only feeling is that Martha is really easy to use.

In the small town of Aglaia, there are no human employees. Even the shops are all self-service. Except for the puppets whose combat level is above level 12, it is impossible to have any enthusiastic service.

Even the shops that help new town residents to sell are the same, all with clearly marked prices, and you can put coins into the counter if you like it, everything is fully automatic.

This is the trouble-saving method chosen by the mage, Lynn shook his head, no, this must be a mage who has money and has little place to spend money to do this.

He looked at the mansion named 'Mayor Lynn's House' and couldn't help but sigh.

As a bard, he can actually live in a house with a tower spirit!

Taling, whom he named Seymour, was following Liszt to familiarize himself with the production line of the alchemy workshop.

The first time Lin En saw this kind of assembly line that could even manufacture low-level strange things, he understood that the world Hill was born in, among other things, must have enough resources, but the manpower is probably insufficient .

This kind of assembly line can be replaced by dozens of mage apprentices in Faerun, and it will be cheaper than building a set of this thing after hundreds of years.

This type of thing is usually thought of by giant dragons, but they will not be willing to waste so many precious materials to create such low-level items.

Ferun is not without this type of thing, but it is rarely used to make low-level wonders, or even lower-level daily necessities.

Cost is the most critical issue.

Lin En frowned, but Hill and Aglaia sometimes mentioned some things in the past, which seemed to make people feel that they had a lot of spare manpower, and they seemed to be able to find someone to do everything at will.

He shook his head, at least for now, Lynn has no idea of ​​traveling to other worlds.

He just wants to know what interesting stories, beautiful music and poems there are on Hill's side.

Hill readily sent Lynn books and scores that were said to come from different worlds, in duplicate, and arranged a large study for Lynn.

However, Lynn is more satisfied with a small circular hall where singing can be performed, and there is a music room full of various musical instruments next to it.

I don't know how this singing hall was built. When he sang in it, his voice was particularly full.

Lin En thinks that he can invite some friends to be guests. If he performs a few more times here, his bard level can be raised by another level.

Lin En has already packaged these thousands of poems and music scores to his main god.

Before Miril saw it, Lynn's priest level was directly raised by 2 levels.

Before leaving, the God of Singing specifically emphasized that if he is satisfied, he will reward Lynn again.

It seems that he has been interested in Hill's world for a long time, but it's not easy to go over Tire's side and directly contact Hill.

Although he has long known that the level of priests depends entirely on divine grace, for Lin En, who had a hard time raising the bard to level 10, he was still a little surprised at such an easy promotion.

He has to pay attention, don't let the priest's level exceed his master's job, it is easy to shake his faith.

He looked at the few books next to him, and for some reason, Hill emphasized that he must read them by himself, and said that Miril had already read them and didn't need to hand them in. The content was very interesting.

Lin En looked at it curiously. Tomorrow, he will almost finish the work at hand, so he must read these books carefully.

He felt that when Hill said this, he smiled strangely, as if he wanted to watch something exciting.

Sill stood on the terrace and looked at the bustling crowd below. After they settled down, they began to decorate their house.

Liszt stood aside and said: "Seymour is already very skilled in commanding the puppet and the alchemy workshop, and now he is helping Martha to manage the affairs related to the residents of the town.

All store cores also have him set to level 2 management.

According to Mr.'s instructions, Seymour has sealed off the part of the core that is related to the undead. If the undead really come, just unlock it.

Sir, do you think Corellon will really bring the undead to Faerun?

With the king of elves, it is impossible for him not to know how troublesome the undead are! "

"Corillon has never been in the lawful camp." Hill replied softly, "His patience is not very good, and he will not give Mystra much room to grow."

He glanced at the Sword Mountain Range: "Besides, why should he be patient? He is a powerful divine power that has crossed countless universes! Now he has a very good helper."

Hill laughed helplessly, but the nine-headed dragon **** Aiou didn't say a word, it doesn't mean he will be very happy this year.

Thunder since the beginning of summer seems to be more angry than in spring.

"Sir." Martha appeared hastily, "King Aragonda of Neverwinter has sent an envoy, hoping to see you.

It's strange that he ran here by himself without making a sound. If it weren't for the deputy head of the Silver Shield to vouch for him, I wouldn't even be sure of his identity. "

Hill raised his eyebrows curiously, nodded and agreed to the meeting request.

The king of Aragonda is indeed a loyal follower of Tyr, and it is normal for the paladins of the Silver Shield to be willing to help.

However, Neverwinter City has always been stable and prosperous under the management of King Aragonda, and most of its residents are craftsmen and gardeners. Unbreakable all the time.

Even though Luskan's pirates kept making trouble or even invading, Neverwinter never had any problems relying on its strong defense.

Hill really couldn't imagine that there would be something worthy of the king secretly sending someone to find him.

A young and handsome emissary followed Martha into the study with a look of frost on his face. The deputy head did not come up with him. Such an obvious avoidance made Hill even more curious.

"Dear Lord Hill, good day. I am Bann Aragonda, I hope I did not disturb you, but I can only ask you for help."

Hill's eyes widened in surprise, this is the future King of Neverwinter!

He couldn't help but look at the thick brown-black hair: "Please sit down, Prince Bann.

Is there anything I can do for you? If I can do it, I will try my best. "

Ban smiled wryly. Of course he noticed Hill's gaze, and the mage lord didn't hide his attention to his hair.

Who made the name of his father Nasir's bald warrior so loud! Ben was used to it.

"In the past two years, a disease called 'wailing death' appeared in Neverwinter." Bane's face was a little gloomy, "It's not the first time that so many people died in Neverwinter because of the war.

Our people have never been afraid of death ~IndoMTL.com~ but there is absolutely no point in wanting to die. "

He couldn't help but glanced at the main road outside the window, where a group of Luscans wearing leather clothes happened to pass by: "Although the mages of the 'Stars' Cloak' told my father, the Arcane Brotherhood made this Now that the disease has been cracked, they won't waste time trying to do it again, but my dad still wants to be prepared for the worst.

But even if the mages are willing to help my father, they are not enough.

The only good thing is that Luskan's Arcane Brotherhood is not paying attention to Neverwinter. "

Hill hesitated and said: "What can I do for you? I am only one person."

If there is a manpower problem, it is even more useless to find him, right?

It's impossible for Hill's alchemy workshop to make that specific disease-relieving potion?

Ban sat up straight and said solemnly: "We hope to get the help of Goddess Aglaia."

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