Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

For Hill's teasing, Lynn could only helplessly smile: Tyre's believers used to be synonymous with stubbornness... When people mentioned them a thousand years ago, they all sighed: Others don't hit the southern wall and don't look back, Tyre's The believers are trying their best to knock down the wall.

As a result, a thousand years later, the priests of Tyre will understand even these little tricks that are not on the table.

"Actually, the messenger from Neverwinter has been here for several days... but I'm very dissatisfied with his attitude, so I didn't mention it to you at all." Lynn frowned and said, "As for the shaky Temple of Heim, I also have my heart set on it. Count, after all, they did not feel very comfortable in Aglaia... Not many people here will believe in Heim, after all, there are more non-human races, and he is already very cultivated without scolding him.

But I really didn't expect them to decide to go down so quickly, without even waiting for the paladins from Luskan to come back. In the past, on the bright side, how could the Temple of Heim show that these paladins are the temple? The decision maker is here, and the priests of the temple are not willing to take responsibility for some decisions... Just like the invasion of Maztec, even Heim was dragged into the water, they can all say that the paladins hired them to protect er, acted on impulse...

Geez, people with a little IQ still listen to their nonsense since then.

It's no wonder that the messenger from Neverwinter City simply stuck in the Temple of Heim after being provoked by me today. I guess he must have provided benefits that the priests of the temple could not refuse, so that the Temple of Heim could not wait to leave. I think you'll be very angry if you do this, and maybe punish me as a misbehaving mayor. "

Hill took out the contents of his robe pocket and put it on the table. He threw the dress to the puppet on the side, and asked casually, "Let's leave if you want to go to the Temple of Heim! Is there anything I can't do? Happy? Does their life or death have anything to do with me?"

"It's probably your decision to garrison Luskan at the Temple of Heim, so many people think they are allies of Aglaia!" Lynn picked up a mithril ball on the table and dipped it in his palm. "But the Temple of Heim knew that their status in Aglaia was not high... They probably planned to take advantage of the fact that these forces in Faerun didn't know much about the fighting situation on Luskan's side. Big pen.

It just so happened that the younger brother of the King and Queen of Neverwinter was provoked by me and jumped up and down there. I never thought he would have the ability to convince the Temple of Heim to do so.

It seems that King Bane trusts his wife very much, at least he is sure that the price he offered will be accepted by Neverwinter. "

Hill said indifferently: "Don't worry about them, this is definitely not what Bann wanted, don't think that the messenger is really stupid... He just deliberately cut off Bann's opportunity to find foreign aid.

The Temple of Heim has indeed been recovered... But the paladins of Heim are not willing to pay the price of their lives for anyone... The believers of Heim are actually abiding by the teachings, and they are still very loyal to the lords or mercenaries who are willing to follow. Yes...but Ben isn't worth that.

The queen of Bane should be the Arcanist.

He is really brave! This is sending out the future of Neverwinter. .

Arcanists with a slightly higher level will choose to turn into lich at the end of their lives... There may not be so many troubled nobles after Neverwinter, but which king is willing to always have one on his head Grandma?

Maybe Bann just wanted to understand this, so he wanted to go back to the Temple of Tyre...Unfortunately, you see, he can't even decide who to send to Aglaia City now.

So we don't have to worry about anything.

The Temple of Heim and the Arcanists of Nether are not good things, and there is nothing to regret if they fail.

The Knights of Justice should get away, I still appreciate Tyre and his Knights of Justice. "

Lynn smiled and nodded: "Ah... so that's the case, it seems that the former king of Neverwinter City also has a lot of careful thoughts... It's not really that desireless and dedicated.

Also, after sitting on the throne, his mentality will definitely change, no wonder he would agree to Ban En marrying a wife from an ordinary family.

Forget it, forget about that... Neverwinter doesn't have that value to bother you with.

By the way, Hill, why did you set the road to this width?

I estimated the measurement just now, why don't you use an integer? This requires a lot of tools!

Although it may not be a hassle for you, it is impossible for you to do all the roads! The dignity of the lord still needs to be protected...

So, will other roads in the territory have this width in the future?

This is a bit too heavy a burden for ordinary professionals! Do you still plan to make a special tool for this matter? "

Hill's hand pouring wine froze in the air... He naturally used the basic value of the first-class highway. If he continued to build it, he might have to draw a two-way four-lane.

"The roads in the city don't need to be that wide... You can build them according to the width you are used to." Hill said slowly, filling the wine glass with his fingers and pushing it to Lynn, "I just set it randomly, there is no reason, Probably because the junction that connects to the Faerûn Long Road is just that wide."

Lynn nodded. In fact, he just asked casually, to make sure that Hill would require the roads in the city to be that wide. It would be nice to have an answer.

Toril's lords have always had their own set of logic, and there are not a few who have strict requirements on the color of buildings. As a mayor, he still has to ask the lord's thoughts, but Lynn also thinks that Hill is just pulling it. One way... This kind of person who can cast spells at will, is really enviable.

He looked at the ball in his hand and asked, "What is this? It's beautifully carved and feels good in the hand."

"Oh... Mithril Elves' coordinates of the space station." Hill replied with his head sideways, "I have to contact Corellon later and ask his messenger to help deliver some supplies to the Mithril Elves trapped in the space station."

Lynn's left hand holding the mithril ball couldn't help shaking. He quickly held his left hand with his right hand and gently put the ball back on the table: "Such an important thing, please take good care of it!"

Hill said indifferently: "I just put it in my pocket and put it on the table when I got back. This is made of Mithril, how can it be damaged so easily?

And I've memorized the coordinates and the route map...I just contact Corellon to pass this information to him, but can't send stuff. "

Lynn couldn't help laughing: "It's not easy to break? Do you dare to squeeze it hard? Who is it that I'm so cautious about Mithril?

In the past, this thing could be used as a weapon in my eyes... As a result, after staying with you for a long time, I feel that the mithril ball is not strong. "

Hill said without changing his face: "It'll be fine in the future, I'll get used to it... The big deal is that you can test your strength limit again."

Lynn shook his head helplessly: "I won't talk nonsense with you... Then, don't we need to show any signs of leaving the Temple of Heim tomorrow morning?"

"Just live a normal life," Hill said lightly. "Their departure and the departure of a caravan are no different to Aglaia."

Lynn nodded happily and decided to leave, leaving the space for Hill, who was preparing to contact Corellon, but when he reached the door, he remembered another thing: "Mr. Fran asked Martha to take some material lists. Give me, I have collected most of the materials, but some herbs that require freshness are really difficult for me. Herb merchants can't find so many materials in winter, and there are also problems with delivery.

Most of the undead are now on Luskan's side, and Toril's merchants don't have that much space for equipment. "

Hill scratched his long hair: "Ah... My grandfather probably thought that I would build a plantation in my own territory, and the pharmacists at Trahill would do the same."

He lay on the table and groaned: "But I don't like refining medicines very much, so I didn't bother at all."

Hill, who usually has no need for potions at all, even forgot that there is such a thing.

Lynn, who is already familiar with the undead, can understand Hill's words. Trahill is very good at building independent large spaces. With Hill's ability, it is easy to create a magical botanical garden full of magic power.

He couldn't help laughing, no wonder Fran's requests for herbs were always the freshest... He had a big head when he first received the list.

Hill lowered his head and estimated: "Should I put the herb garden in the city hall or your house?"

Lynn thought for a while before asking, "Can't it be placed in the floating castle?"

"Better not." Hill shook his head and said, "Both places consume energy.

Although the magic circle in the floating castle can also absorb the power of nearby elements to offset this consumption. But there are too many things on Toril's side. Who knows if there will be any problem one day, and the energy pool in the castle will be emptied in an instant.

It is better to put the herb garden on the ground... When the energy is not enough, it can still follow the natural growth law. "

Lynn glanced at Hill silently, and felt that his friend's understanding of nature was a little different from that of normal people.

He shook his head helplessly: "When the time comes, you can ask Martha what herbs she has... Others can be taken slowly, but Mr. Fran's request you better hurry up.

Judging by his attitude, when I deliver it early tomorrow morning, I will feel that I am slow. "

He showed a bright smile to his friend: "I originally thought that he made such a terrible request because he didn't understand the environment on Faerun's side... But now it seems that if I can't do it, the unlucky person may be you."

Lynn smiled and left, leaving behind Hill with a twitching corner of his mouth.

What Fran has always disliked the most was the habit of Hill and Adrian... He didn't want to be carried over to make a new set of potions, he had better hurry up.

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