Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 340 - 139: Entering the Treasury of Saral (Additional - Two for the Alliance Hierarch of Unparalleled Heavenly Master)

As William arranged the oil painting, Hill calculated in his mind.

It seemed that William’s own airship would also need a painting.

Hill felt something was amiss—why would William place a painting filled with the power of the sun god and Silvermoon on his own ship?

He himself was part of the Gods of Time and Space.

Was there an effect of the painting that Hill didn’t know about?

William, seeing the curiosity on Hill’s face, simply smiled without speaking.

Whether Hill could understand it or not, he couldn’t possibly say in front of all these officials in the hall that the most noteworthy effect of the painting, in his heart, was its ability to purify one’s mind, right?

For the time being, the Undead Tribe didn’t have much demand for this oil painting.

Hill roughly felt that placing the painting was meant to preserve the lives of the Saral soldiers on the airships.

William would inevitably have to arrange for Saral knights and mages to work on each ship.

He couldn’t let the Undead operate the ships—William didn’t believe he had the ability to make these Undead faithfully do their jobs.

Indeed, this was one of the reasons, and William also cherished the lives of his nationals.

But another very important reason was that even though Saral had been cleared several times by him, spies had still not been eradicated.

William was always not very confident about the security of the airships.

If the spy was a firm patriot, everything he did would be for his own country, then such a person wouldn’t be detected as part of an evil faction, no matter what he had done in Saral.

William couldn’t monitor people’s hearts; even the most powerful deities couldn’t do that.

Even if he was vigilant all the time, he might still overlook something.

If these people were to cause any trouble, the harm might not be significant, but it would be a big blow to his pride.

But with this oil painting, it was different—the power of the sun god demanded too much of righteousness.

People with ulterior motives, staying on the ship for longer, would easily show their true colors under the sunlight.

In other words, the Undead might end up making a fool of themselves, but what did that have to do with William?

He would very much enjoy sitting back and watching the show, wouldn’t he?

Hill could never think of this—being someone who likes to see the best in everything, and who prefers to do things the right way, he had no discomfort with the power of the sun god.

Only William, who was exceptionally sensitive to divine power, could instantly feel this difference.

For him, imbued with the power of time and space, the power of the sun and Silvermoon was too apparent.

But the power of the Silvermoon was more flamboyant, while that of the sun seemed very low-key.

Perhaps the Sun God still wanted to lower his profile—he hadn’t completely hidden his presence, and if the elves and dwarf deity system weren’t so arrogant, after Silvermoon had caused a commotion, they would be able to observe His traces if they paid attention to the human world.

But if they continued to be so arrogant, then it served them right to be struck by the fierce sun.

Hill, not too pleased, followed the Chancellor towards the direction of the Saral Treasury; he actually preferred to have William go mining.

But now it was quite clear that William intended to attribute these paintings to the whole of Saral Country, not just as the King’s private possession.

But what could there be in the Saral Treasury?

Initially, William had presumably distributed most of the wealth to the former Saral Royal Family, and it was unclear how much was left.

The Chancellor brought Hill to a building located behind the Ginkgo Treant.

This was indeed the place in the entire Royal Palace where elemental power was most concentrated.

Looking at the very ordinary building, Hill tensed up all over.

That profound feeling of a threat to life made him very uncomfortable.

The Chancellor looked at Hill, "It seems like even the more powerful individuals feel quite uncomfortable upon arriving here. I feel nothing at all."

Hill nodded, "A defensive formation that even a Legendary could easily annihilate."

"I remember this is the work of Master Fran," said the Chancellor with a smile, "truly deserving of being the strongest Alchemist Master."

Hill chuckled, "His Majesty the King even added a Divine Array. It can double the power of my grandfather’s magic array, which is why it’s so terrifying."

With a smile, the Chancellor put the key into the keyhole and turned it three times, "For me, it’s all the same."

A tree branch stretched out, placing another key into a lock next to it and turned it twice.

Hill almost laughed out loud: William certainly knew how to make full use of everything.

Following the Chancellor into the warehouse, he realized that everything inside was managed by Alchemy Golems.

Fran’s Legendary Alchemy Golems, of which there were ten.

Hill really suspected that William was not interested in purchasing the painting because he had dug up enough from the mines below.

Although it was the Royal Treasury, it was managed by the King himself, it’s just that William had given one key to the Chancellor, and both keys were required to open the gates of this warehouse.

However, the Chancellor was merely qualified to bring someone here. He could only wait for Hill in the small hall outside.

"Mr. Polanio, please go in by yourself!" the Chancellor said, "Inside, everything is controlled by the Divine Power Array’s core chosen by His Majesty the King. You can choose freely, and once the value of the items you take reaches a certain point, it will remind you."

Hill nodded and walked towards the large doors that opened automatically for him.

William’s method of categorizing was very straightforward in his warehouse.

Besides the Gold and Silver Vault and the Elemental Crystal Vault, there was a vault for mineral materials, Alchemy Medicines, Alchemy Equipment, literary works, and a Treasure Warehouse.

Hill briskly bypassed the two outermost money vaults.

He clearly understood why there were only seven vaults.

Because each one was expanded to its limit.

Looking at the warehouse spaces nearly as large as an arena, Hill felt William’s eternal confidence in the nation of Saral.

It was enough for the country to amass wealth for hundreds of thousands of years, assuming it never spent any of it.

Hill first looked at the Alchemy Equipment Vault, walked around once, and selected a few artifacts he had never seen before.

These must have come from the Dwarves, as the runes were quite peculiar.

Being an Elf, he didn’t need to look at his own kind’s; there was almost no rune that he didn’t know.

Then Hill went to the material vault.

He took one of every material he didn’t have.

But as he expected, the materials in the Saral Treasury were at most a bit older or larger in size; there was a pitifully small amount of material that he had never obtained before.

Hill sighed faintly, at least there was a little bit, probably gifts from Elves and Dwarves to the Saral.

In the Treasure Warehouse, after making a round, Hill only took a few naturally-formed plant treasures that radiated with Natural Power, which made him feel very comfortable. He planned to take them back and arrange them in the Magic Tower.

As for their magical uses, these treasures, which at best did not reach the Legendary Level, didn’t hold much value for Hill.

However, Hill could feel that although these plants had been dug up, they still retained a little bit of life.

If he were to place them in an environment with a strong Wood Element for a long time, perhaps they could grow once more.

As for the rest, Hill had no interest whatsoever.

Most of the treasures in William’s treasury were made by the Dwarves, filled with the smell of blood, and Hill nearly suffocated.

They were all trash.

Such cruel treasures, if used for a long time, would consume the Magical Beast Essence or the Heart of the Treant within them, and the user would also be on the verge of joining an Evil Faction.