Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 380 - 179: The Coveted Hill Who Casts Nature’s Blessing

Seeing William’s smug expression, Spencer couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.

It seemed that William truly believed that the Mage Association would definitely make concessions to Saral.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand them, at least those despondent mages, who were nearly jumping off cliffs in their dismay, had given Spencer a bit of confidence.

But he still felt a little uneasy, the Mage Association should also know that this Array was very difficult to replicate!

"Can this Array still be created?" Spencer couldn’t help but press, "That’s Silvermoon! It won’t continue to help you."

"Isn’t there still the Silvermoon Sorcerer?" William laughed, "They may not be able to do it as delicately and powerfully, but ordinary ones are no problem, I just need to add some Time Magic.

I only need to make a few, just to let that bunch know I still have them, that’s all.

I think no one would believe that if they infuriated me, I would still care about the King’s dignity.

The things that come from my hands can even fetch a higher price.

If I wasn’t still somewhat rational, I wouldn’t even bother waiting for the Mage Association’s response and just start selling them directly.

Oh well, it’s just a matter of waiting.

The big shots are already preparing the Magic Book, it’s perfect to send it along with the Wind Series to King’s Academy. Later, when someone learns the Spell of Time Acceleration on their own, it will be easier."

Spencer nodded in understanding, William would be staying here for a long time, long enough for a few mages specializing in space-time to emerge.

"That will take a very long time though," he sighed softly.

"Mages are not fools; they won’t turn a blind eye to a foreseeable future. My demands of them aren’t to obey Saral’s orders," William’s eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness, "It’s just for them to maintain the baseline of being human. They’re inflating their egos too early, treating humans like ants before they’ve even transcended the Deities!"

Spencer silently nodded his head.

"Rest well, my dear cousin," William said with a warm smile, uttering cruel words, "You’re probably going to be very busy tomorrow."

Spencer’s rare fury rose: "What does it matter? Even if they don’t do a good job, they’re not cursing at me. I’m going back to sleep!"

William hadn’t become a deity yet! He couldn’t block out others calling his name.

The Saral People were quite accustomed to calling him His Majesty the King, but the Undead Tribe didn’t care.

When Spencer was extremely busy, he was tempted to stir up some trouble and have the Undead Tribe curse him thoroughly.

Only the last bit of his Knight’s honor kept him from letting those malicious thoughts of dragging his King down with him take over.

William just laughed it off, looking at Spencer walking out in a fury, step by heavy step.

This was his dear cousin, the one method he knew to show his rage.

The rest, at most, he would indulge in fantasy in his mind, never actually bringing them to action.

The majority of Saral’s military nobility maintained their soldierly mannerisms, and William had always been glad to have landed in this country.

The rest, whether it was Cortez or Haifasardo, he would have gone mad, choosing to flip the table and start over.

Then it certainly wouldn’t have been as easy as now, and the tasks for the Undead Tribe would be even more brutal.

William stretched lazily, he too wanted to rest well, sitting there keeping up appearances these past few days had been tiring.

Moreover, to tell the truth, even if nothing had happened, the Undead Tribe would still curse him all the same.

William’s mouth twitched, recalling how many times he had cursed those damned planners in the past, clamoring every day about how well he would do it if he were in charge, and now feeling somewhat distressed at having it thrown back at him a thousandfold, tens of thousands of times over.

The door to the hall closed instantaneously, and William got up and walked towards the bedroom at the back; he wanted to sleep well.

The news of William’s return had emboldened Hill to show up in the encampment once again.

Even though he knew that the Demon probably wouldn’t venture to this encampment where William could appear at any moment, and where the eyes of the Deities often lingered, Hill still believed in the adage ’better safe than sorry.’

What if this one was foolish enough to believe that the most dangerous place was the safest?

People like Hill would definitely hide in the farthest, most untraceable places.

But this was a Demon! And one that had been squatting right under the noses of the Elves and Dwarves year-round, who knows if his thinking had become so chaotic that even the Abyss couldn’t fathom.

Hill silently swooped down into the pit.

He wanted to see what the bittercress down there looked like and whether the Demonic Aura was almost completely cleansed.

Hill knew that after discovering the Demon’s activities, William had ordered all smaller cities outside the central line to be abandoned.

He would only rebuild those cities that lay on a direct line from Dionysio to Central City.

During this time, they had also planted Sunflowers and various mosses capable of Purification.

But he was still collecting Sunflower seeds, scattering what was extra on the grounds of the former cities.

Although Hill hadn’t inquired further, the population of several hundred thousand people from the Triangle Zone had ultimately dwindled down to a mere 50,000, temporarily residing outside Central City, in a small settlement.

This signified a terrible reality, clear to anyone.

That fully sealed settlement had the Undead bringing in food daily, and reputedly it was strictly managed. But there were always corpses being carried out.

Living there for too long within the range of the oil paintings, even the most deeply hidden Demon Worshipper couldn’t hold out.

The people living there must be suffering greatly now.

William showed a measure of compassion by allowing about 100,000 slaves to reside in another settlement; otherwise, those people probably would have suffered terribly.

Knowing they were truly safe, and that the Human king was willing to liberate them, these once slaves were improving day by day.

Even though they had to live within the influence of an oil painting, day and night they knelt to worship the painting hung in the middle of the camp.

Fortunately, they still knew to thank King Saral, otherwise Hill would have suspected that these were devotees prepared for the Sun God.

But they behaved so well that William had not allowed even one to be released. Pondering, Hill thought he planned to keep these people confined until all the cities were rebuilt, then decide where to allocate them.

Hill carefully inspected every corner of the deep pit caves, and it seemed there really were no issues. With his current sensitivity to evil, if he couldn’t detect anything, then it was almost impossible for there to be anything left.

Once back on the surface, he informed Adrian that construction of the city could begin.

Spencer was not outside, so Hill notified the Captain of the Guard.

He didn’t know why, but he smiled strangely and then returned to the King’s Ship to find Spencer.

Spencer quickly issued the task of backfilling.

About a hundred and fifty thousand of the Undead Tribe began to pull out their pouches.

They slowly filled in the pits that surrounded the deep pit with earth brought from within Saral Country.

Only at the lower part toward the direction of Dionysio did they leave a circular passageway tens of meters high.

Others inside this passageway first turned it into hard obsidian, then projected the illusion of a Defensive Magic Array onto it.

Even though Hill did not understand what William planned to do, he did notice one thing; William considered the lives of ordinary people in whatever he did.

However, the preserved range of the deep pit was indeed twice as large as the Central City used to be.

Hill returned to Cloud House, waiting for the next morning to come.

He had heard that Spencer requested the undead to scatter flower seeds once the soil was filled.

Hill hoped that the excitement in a few days would be reduced.

The Appraisal Magic of the God of Time and Space could even outline how tall the plants would grow, not to mention their colors.

Hill never doubted the imagination and compositional skills of the Undead Tribe.

When Hill got up, he discovered that Adrian had already taken people to lay the foundation for Central City.

Even the soil that needed to be hardened had been transformed.

It seemed both Adrian and Spencer had been busy all night.

As the sun had not yet risen, Hill hurried to Sunflower Park to wait for the first batch of seeds.

He found that William now valued sunflowers a lot and had begun to set up a Magic Array to isolate the undead from the sunflowers.

Although he did not know why, he knew what he had to do.

Hasten to gather more seeds first.

After satisfactorily collecting the seeds, Hill felt that whatever William intended to use the flowers for in the future, he himself wouldn’t incur any loss.

He flew back above the Forest Array, glancing at the few falcons inside and the listless mages, wondering why they hadn’t left yet?

After William returned, the Isolation Array would be closed, wouldn’t it?

Had they grown accustomed to it, hence the oversight?

Could the aftereffects of the Illusion Array be so significant? Hill felt that these mages and Druids all seemed a bit silly.

Hill slightly opened his arms and half-closed his eyes, communing with the Law of nature.

He spread the blessings that came from the bottom of his heart over as large an area as he could.

The land near Central City, gently caressed by the breeze, slowly sprouted green seedlings.

Hill, having used up two-thirds of his Mana, looked up at the plains now covered in green and a slight smile appeared on his face.

The feeling of life bursting forth was so comforting to him.

He glanced at the guests inside the Forest Array and then turned to return to his Cloud House.

Originally, he wanted to use the Water of Tranquility in the Forest Array, but Hill truly didn’t want to afford that luxury to the people inside.

Best to go back to rest and bless the land again tomorrow.

He completely ignored the performances of the several falcons below, letting the grey falcon with its earnest gaze on Hill lower its head in disappointment.

It seemed this child held no good feelings for Druids.

Viola flapped her wings and flew toward Fran, who stood by the window of the study.

Fran watched the imposing grey falcon charge towards him and lightly waved her in through the Defensive Magic Array.

The brazen Viola, who flew through the window with great entitlement, landed on the floor and reverted to her Half-Elf form.

"Are your defensive formations now excluding even ordinary animals? You’ve become legendary, and you’re still so cautious?" she flopped onto the sofa nonchalantly while not sparing any criticism.

"Tired from hanging in the trees?" Fran said expressionlessly, "Take a good rest, it’s okay, I can understand."

"You truly don’t understand Druids," Viola scoffed. "For a bird, standing on a tree is the most comfortable time."

Fran chuckled coldly, "Hill certainly wouldn’t want to acknowledge a bird as his grandmother."

Viola’s expression remained unchanged, "I never said I wanted to see him."