Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 332 - 131: William, Who Turns His Face Like Turning Pages_2

This Saral king truly lives up to his reputation, his mouth is as vile as a demon’s.

She struggled to maintain a proper smile, "Sorry, Your Majesty. I’m always worried that Saral would favor a stronger Mage Association, so I unconsciously stirred things up."

William nodded, showing understanding, "That is a matter between the Sorcerer Tower and the Mage Association. I will not intervene. Nor will the Gods of Time and Space."

Valencia smiled helplessly, This king differed vastly from the nobles she had dealt with before, and she needed to be careful about what she said. But wasn’t it routine for nobles to apply some cunning in their words to subtly undermine their enemies?

How have the royal ministers and great nobility of Saral survived these past few years?

Forget it, as long as His Majesty promises not to intervene, that’s enough.

The open rivalry between the Mage Association and the Sorcerer Tower would never be displayed openly to avoid ridicule.

As long as the King of Saral does not intervene, Valencia is confident she can maintain the independence of the Sorcerer Tower.

The awakening of Silvermoon is the greatest assurance for chaotic magicians.

She does not care about the chaos among her followers, nor does she have any particular demands regarding faith.

But faith does preserve her mental purity.

If someone feels their willpower is insufficient, they can later seek the favor of Silvermoon.

However, Silvermoon tends to favor women and does not like those with explosive personalities.

Valencia would never give up on the most powerful group of magicians.

Thus, she must maintain an alliance with the Gods of Time and Space.

This powerful God System is enough to ensure that even if a magician completely loses self-control, no major troubles would arise.

Silvermoon would not bother with such matters unless He happened to be present.

Just relying on luck won’t accomplish anything, so let William be a bit harsh with his words!

After all, the most unfortunate one is not her, Valencia, for she would be leaving tomorrow.

If the nobles of Saral heard the heartfelt voice of this Tower Master of the Sorcerer Tower, they would be in tears, Everything said must be literal, any embellishment would be mercilessly mocked, cunning strategies to blindside the enemy could be exposed and each phrase analyzed, living harder than a dog!

At least a dog gets a bone after barking.

The more they talk, the more they invite mockery; they even use trendy words, all picked up from the Undead Tribe by His Majesty the king.

Of course, if Hill knew of these ministers’ painful curses, he would tell them it was all William’s own skill and had nothing to do with the Undead Tribe.

Don’t wrongly blame the Undead Tribe; the profession of "face-stealer" is one in a million among them, not anyone can perform it.

Unfortunately, he did not know, so Hill was still happily drawing array diagrams for his own elements.

As soon as this object appeared, the Element Lords started sending their youngsters over.

The newly born Elemental Spirits have a great demand for pure elements.

Even Merkel came down to take a look: too bad it’s of no use to Magical Beasts.

If Magical Beasts absorb only a single element for a long time, they might become extremely powerful briefly but will eventually explode and die.

Merkel’s heritage is fairly comprehensive, so he quickly went to warn all the Magical Beasts attracted by the magic array.

Their fleshly bodies are still very important to them; if they don’t want to turn entirely into elements, they’d better stay away.

Even Treants can’t remain in a place that only has Wood Series Elements.

But the type of array diagram that Fran deals with, which contains all elements, Hill simply cannot manage.

He regretfully counted his supplies in his warehouse and found that his inventory was quite complete for materials below Legendary level.

The Undead Tribe’s treasure-hunting ability was very strong; basically, whatever was found in Saral, they could find.

For the Undead Tribe, any newly discovered materials must be checked to see if Hill was interested.

Ever since the start of running quest chains, even those who were not in a hurry to contract rabbits also came to do a few dozen quests, just to be able to enter Srei’s proper shop to sell materials.

It seems this game has completely taken off in their world.

More and more professional merchants are appearing.

They travel everywhere using Teleportation Arrays but really need a base price to unload their goods—Hill’s place is the most convenient.

Although Adrian has opened a shop in the capital, the prices there are the unified prices of the capital, which the Undead Tribe finds unprofitable.

Hill’s place is better; it’s just about making a profit from doorstep delivery. Who hasn’t done some buy-low sell-high business?

Even ordinary members of the Undead Tribe will purchase in bulk from places where Hill’s purchase prices are comparatively low when they pass by.

But there are some materials that Hill still doesn’t have the capacity to obtain.

Although the Water Element’s high-level materials in Hill’s possession were already quite comprehensive, there were still a few types completely missing.

Not all areas of the Deep Sea could be accessed by sea monsters.

The materials from those regions were a matter of fate; even if they possessed them, they would not bring them forth for trade.

As for Earth materials, Hill mostly didn’t need to search externally; ores were actually the easiest for him to obtain.

When it came to Wood and Metal Systems, there really were many things Hill could not obtain.

Not to mention the other special systems.

Hill could only temporarily give up on completing this Magic Array Diagram, after all, once William covered the entire world with the Undead, it would be fine. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Hill had no fear regarding money, what he feared was that his money couldn’t buy certain things.

However, Hill thought about it and figured it should be about enough, right?

The Sorcerer Tower and the Mage Association were both already unproblematic.

The River of Time and Space in the sky had recently been flickering very noticeably, it seemed to be adjusting the Divine Kingdom, preparing for battle.

However, there was completely no movement from the Dwarf and Elf Deity Systems.

They really looked down on the Time and Space magnates!

Or was it because Humans had too few deities?

Did they think that the God of Knowledge and the God of Contract would not participate?

The Goddess of Love had hidden herself very thoroughly, the God of Nobility was still in slumber.

The Goddess of Agriculture seemed to also maintain neutrality, right?

Hill smiled ruefully, the Elf and Dwarf Deity Systems had probably never paid attention to these few deities’ specific forms in the stars.

Let’s not mention those who became gods through faith for now.

Looking closely at the constellation of the God of Knowledge, besides envisioning a book in one’s mind, one could also see the sun and the moon, the earth and the stars on the pages of the book.

The constellation of the Goddess of Agriculture looked, after a long gaze, like the earth under the sunlight, where grains ripened.

The hidden trump cards of the sun and the moon were never just the ancient Wolf God and the lake.

And these two had been silently deified, never making a sound.

They became gods even earlier than the God of Contract, which is perhaps why the revival of the sun and moon went so smoothly, right?

Hill somewhat suspected that the Sun Elves and Earth Sprites were still active in this world, just not in the form of elves.

Because he couldn’t even conceptualize what the God of Knowledge and the Goddess of Agriculture looked like before they were deified.

The several divine subordinates of the God of Knowledge were also very mysterious, never showing their faces, always depicted with a hooded figure holding a book.

Logically, the appearance of deities should be incredibly vivid.

With Hill’s memory, it was impossible to forget.

But even though William had clearly summoned those figures before, Hill still could not recall the appearance of the God of Knowledge and the Goddess of Agriculture in the golden light.

He had indeed seen them at the time.

Due to the small number of deities, they thought Humans weren’t much of a threat, but the Dwarves and Elves were certain to suffer greatly.

These two races were too proud, in every world’s tales there were stories of troubles born out of their pride, yet they never changed.

Sometimes Hill found it odd, this bloodline, more stubborn than that of Magical Beasts, where exactly did it come from?

If beastly nature could be overcome, why couldn’t their pride?

However, this posed no disadvantage to Humans, and Hill thought about it and just let it go.

Even if there were elf bloodlines in his body, only those of Moon Elves remained.

Otherwise, the Goddess of the Hunt wouldn’t trust him so much.

But for Moon Elves, all Hill could do was sigh.

He quietly walked to the high mountain inside the oak tree, where the small Moon Tree was still quivering gently in the breeze.

Even though the Silvermoon inside the oak tree was so bright, it seemed not at all to illuminate the little tree right under the moon.

Hill knew; they could only wait for the result of the Elf’s battle now.

If their descendants were still merely scrabbling to survive in the wilderness, Silvermoon might indeed completely abandon them.