Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1519 - 97: Hill’s Pink Rumor

The Battlefield Clan Chief standing in the corner touched his head: "Ah... Old Dog had thought of this long ago, that’s why he simply refused, right?

No wonder, you never used to care so much about this, after all, the more cannon fodder, the better!"

’Snow Cloud Peak’ helplessly smiled: "Watch your words, when have I ever made people cannon fodder?

If someone really suffered heavy losses, isn’t it always because they didn’t listen to me and insisted on testing things themselves before getting unlucky?"

’Lu Huayu’ slowly slid off the back of the sofa: "We’re all familiar with each other, can’t we speak without being so... ah... creepy?"

Although most people are not on good terms with the Road Eunuch, they couldn’t help but nod along at this moment.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ smiled and looked around the hall: "I have always held myself to strict standards; as long as there is an outsider present, I maintain a perfect image."

Knowing well who the outsider is, ’Lu Huayu’ could only return a deliberately awkward smile.

"So, even if we know they’ll be stirring trouble in the camp, we can only wait until we catch them red-handed, right?" ’Perfect Bald’ couldn’t help but interrupt the laughter between the two Old Silver Coins... both had played him, though one more than the other.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ withdrew his gaze, looking at him: "The reason I’ve always been the Commander is because I act fairly; before they stir trouble, I cannot treat them differently.

Even if they are our own people, they wouldn’t want to see me abusing my power, would they?

I have no interest in seeing people constantly bash me on the screen... it may be painless but it’s annoying!

Don’t forget, the so-called large numbers of our Alliance actually amount to less than 10% of the total population!

It’s simply because there’s no bigger faction than ours.

And I, along with our Alliance, have built a sufficient reputation over the years.

This reputation is established because we’ve never failed... Indeed, most people seem to trust me, even if we fail once or twice, they won’t waver in my command authority.

But failing once means fewer supporters.

Failing three times... will directly lead to competitors, and then after another failure... of course, I’ll become a fallen dog."

’Snow Cloud Peak’ gracefully stood up, walked to the window, looking at the camp, "Isn’t it just a fight, do we need to worry about whom we are fighting with?"

"So, our apparent enemy is the Moon Clan, but in reality... huh? Even if they succeed in bringing you down, they can’t possibly have a chance to become commander... on our side, even if there really are bored people voting for the other side, they wouldn’t be that many!" ’Perfect Bald’ couldn’t understand, furrowed his brows and spoke.

"They don’t need to have their own people climb to power!" ’Lu Huayu’ spoke leisurely, "They just need us to be fractured.

If someone seizes the opportunity to rise up, would you leave Old Dog?

Heh~

The Scattered Ones might leave because Old Dog fails three times, but would you?

Even that Ink Brush will only leave during our Alliance’s most glorious times, not when it’s shaky, right?"

"Absolutely!" ’Young Master’ said firmly, "After fighting together for so long, who would easily abandon their comrades?

Wanting to shine individually is another matter!"

"On our side, it’s usually easy to share hardships, but difficult to share prosperity." ’Lu Huayu’ rubbed his fingers, "Their side is just the opposite.

They may not understand, but over thousands of years, they surely know this characteristic of ours.

In that case, would we still have a unified Command Group?

Once PVP falls into chaos, unable to lead everyone to fight together, PVE will naturally play their own thing... they originally prefer to study the plot, play instances, and that kind of stuff.

Over at Eden, what they want is just their own territory, territory unaffected by us... in our game, a place refusing entry to our nation, their Eden.

To them, it’s like inserting their flag into our most sensitive land, where we like unity.

I only ask you, can we endure it?"

"Endure, my ass!" ’Perfect Bald’ forcefully slapped the coffee table, "Hit them!"

"Old Dog, what do you need me to do?" The lord of the battlefield said seriously, "No wonder you’re more serious about the matters involving the Moon Clan than those at Toril; you realized when William announced this data segment that the other side harbored ill intentions, right?

I may not see what you hope to achieve, but as long as you say, I’m willing to do anything!"

"First, don’t let them build a closer relationship with Hill." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ gazed calmly at the towering cliff at the edge of the camp, "I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but the other side has been trying to establish friendships with the Elf Nobility at Toril over the years.

Initially, I didn’t quite understand their thinking, since even Coron doesn’t pay much attention to those elves.

But later, it became clear they were constantly inquiring about the Nature Mage’s likes and taboos.

Although Hill has always appeared in public, exhibiting a gentle demeanor, in fact, aside from those of us he met when he first came of age, few later arrivals can talk alone with him.

Hill is actually a very proud person, and indeed, very powerful too.

He’s no longer as interested in mundane affairs as he was in the past... like this time, even though his Magic Tower is right above us, he hasn’t opened any shops for us.

That last time in Toril, actually, you all should have felt it... the good things he has in his hands no longer belong to the realm of mortals; to provide us with goods again, he’d have to waste his own time.

So, without needing to support the consumption of a city, he has no interest in opening a store again.

It’s very difficult to establish a friendship with such a Hill.

However, the other side has always been trying hard to do so, never giving up.

Although, Hill himself might not be willing to do so... don’t forget, this is just a game!

No matter how free an NPC is, they will make some compromises due to certain unavoidable logical chains.

What if Hill has them?

Before we arrived at Aesces, wasn’t he on good terms with that young lady from the Stelter Family?

For so long, this is the first time I’ve heard of any romantic news about Hill!

Be careful not to let the other side use this noble lady to climb up to Hill.

Whether or not we can talk to Hill is important in the current situation!"

Hill, who was leaning on the railing and listening intently, was a bit confused... When did he have romantic news?

How did he not know?

Ellie... Ellie Stell?

What on earth are they talking about?

He sent two little bells outside the ’Snow Cloud Peak’ house, not to listen to his own fake gossip!

Damn it!

Who’s talking nonsense?

"Ah... Achel~" Lucimar couldn’t help rubbing his nose.

"Caught a cold?" Finch, sitting opposite him, looked numb.

"No, someone must be cursing me!" Lucimar said, not too happy.

"Ah... isn’t that only natural?" Finch sneered, "With what happened with Prince Alexis, who doesn’t curse you among those who know?"

"Ha~" Lucimar returned a smile without emotion, "What’s it got to do with me?

He was aiming to be duped from the start... I’m the victim here, okay?

If he hadn’t gone in himself, I might have caught that thing’s attention!"

"The thing you’re talking about is at least a god, although an Exterior God." Finch sighed, "I really don’t know why Aesces always gets noticed by Exterior Gods."

"If I knew, why would I be sitting here?" Lucimar said lazily, "I would have become a god already... being a god of love isn’t too bad, right?"

"You mean god of desire, right? Rest assured, even if Aesces were to give a part of the world to Triton, they wouldn’t open up that divinity, they always respect family values." Joshua curled his lip, "Can we talk about serious matters?! Now, we’re all in the same boat again!"

"What is Count Stelter doing? Why hasn’t he come?" Finch ignored him and looked at the always silent butler, Ted.

"The Count is preparing to visit the leader of the Undead Tribe after dawn." Ted calmly said, "Then he will have Young Master Ditte lead a team to guard the road to the Undead Tribe Camp, to prevent some blind idiots from causing trouble." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"The Stelter Family looks so favorably upon the Undead Tribe?" Finch stared at them, "When the Moon Clan first appeared... they seemed pretty good too.

Moreover, their fanatical attitude towards kingship and nobility was the main reason why the King foolishly trusted them to fight for him.

However, to them, the King is just a clown who provides them with some amusement!

The Moon Clan has sold Danboro twice!"

"The Moon Clan..." Ted glanced at the bored Lucimar, "seems to have never understood the rules, but the Undead Tribe seems to be a special mercenary race.

Aesces’ attitude towards them is completely different... I don’t believe you can’t see that."

"But the World Master is also wary of the Undead Tribe." Finch chuckled, "I don’t believe you can’t see that."

"Wary but also trusting." Lucimar suddenly spoke, "Otherwise, the whole world wouldn’t gather together, right~

On the contrary, the Moon Clan seems more like one of his casual experiments, too bad Danboro was the test subject~"

Then he looked at the few people staring at him and uttered ’oh~’: "Ah, right, that’s because my dad is naturally free-spirited and sees the good in everyone~

You see, how free-spirited! Right?"

Ted glanced at him and comforted in a warm voice: "No need to worry, the Ismael Family also paid a price this time, several young tribesmen in charge of managing the Moon Clan lost their lives due to their last few minutes of riot."

Lucimar gave him a smile: "I was never worried!"