Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

'Perfect Bald' placed a dozen thick magic books and a pile of ordinary noble books on the table, and patted them briskly with his two little hands: "These magic books were all found in the magic tower, Yuluo said The level is not high, so we also made a copy and gave it to William.

There are also these ordinary books. Except for the mage's diary, the others seem to be novels.

It seems that the mages here are also very leisurely.

The noble family in the nearby town found only dozens of ordinary books after searching through them, and we brought them all back.

Mr. Hill also wants these ordinary books, right? "

Hill nodded: "Of course, I will also want it even if it is an account book or a knight's novel."

Many history books are embellished. Especially in the world of aristocrats, some filth and blood are often hidden under sanctimonious hypocrisy.

On the contrary, the knight novels of the same period will reveal a lot of truth. Comparing these with the family histories written by the nobles themselves, you can basically see some truth.

If you add the account books of the nobles, you can understand a lot more things.

The little loli with a high ponytail smiled very proudly: "'Yuluo Morchen' said you must have followed me. The big devil who died at the beginning was obviously beaten into waste by the legendary magic with sacred attributes.

Mr. Hill is the only one among the humans in Trasil who can add the attribute of fighting evil to the blizzard.

We all know Mr. Hill's preferences. Hehe~ The magic tower is so high, so many people can see it.

When they rushed to the laboratory and warehouse, we were the only ones who went directly to the study. "

The corner of Hill's mouth twitched slightly, thinking about the sincere smile of the mage commander just now, and silently sighed: He really has a heart for playing tactics.

Hill indifferently read a book, calculated the price of each book, and paid the bill readily. He leaned against the door and watched the little lolita in black skipping away.

Compared to those who took the gold and silver treasures, this group of black rose guys made a lot of money. Not only did they complete part of the exploration mission, they also made more money from Hill.

Whether a mage is resisting or escaping, he must have brought all the truly valuable things with him. In the magic tower, most of them will only be worldly treasures.

Unless a noble is found to sell it, it cannot be sold at all and can only be sent to William for recycling.

The king's recycling price has always been very sinister, just like all games.

Hill closed the store door and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

The person who can be brought out by Xueyunfeng to be the mage commander of the entire alliance is indeed quite capable. A thick face and a heart are indeed the basic qualities.

There are not many puppets left in Hill's hands. They are all high-level puppets made while waiting for the star gate to open. He originally thought that he would have no chance to open a grocery store again. It would be too wasteful to use high-level puppets here.

After thinking about it, he just placed an ordinary store core to collect groceries, and then placed a high-level puppet to handle reception.

Hill walked to the small attic separated by the top of the mushroom house's umbrella. He placed the sign so that the undead would always see it.

Although most of the undead can only accept their fate if they can't get in, there are always some who feel that they are destined to play a game and are restricted, and want to try to see if they can break the door.

Even if William could handle it, Hill didn't want his mushroom house to be damaged.

The alchemy hut that he can keep instead of selling as a commodity is the style he likes.

The attic is only three meters high and is a small space of fifty square meters. Hill arranged it as a lounge.

Although the mushroom house is not big, it is still twelve meters high. Sitting by the window at the top of the umbrella cover, Hill can still see a quite distant scenery. Across the two-story standard alchemy building, he can even You can see the valley mouth.

The divine rain is still falling, but the blizzard has stopped.

The mage seemed to have received some new mission, so he rushed out of the camp and went to work outside.

Maybe they were planning to build some serial attack traps before the devil arrived.

Hill saw many undead mages holding tablets to reveal the magic array diagrams, gesticulating as they walked.

He can understand the caution of most undead mages. The biggest feature of the attack array is that it will explode if drawn incorrectly. The more powerful the explosion, the greater the intensity. A chain of such arrays can even kill an archmage with full body defense equipment.

Although the undead mages are magicians, their health bars are not that long, and their equipment is generally for attack rather than defense.

These guys who make mistakes when tracing projections, if they don't want to get a return ticket for drawing a formation, they have to be careful.

Hill lazily leaned on the soft sofa and read a novel to pass the time.

This biography of a family history of a noble from a nearby territory was more outrageous than the Western fantasy novels he had read. Hill felt that comparing it to King Noah who came to Hill was a bit insulting to King Noah.

He took out a few miscellaneous journals dug out of the magic tower with great interest. As expected, a magician who lived a long time had his own unique insights.

Hill set up a bookstall in the attic.

He finally decided to use the mage's diary as a timeline, and then use the noble family history as a horizontal reference. He read through the knight novels one after another and placed them back and forth according to time.

Hill rolled up the long sleeves of his robe, full of enthusiasm.

This world called Gerns is indeed very prosperous. This is a world with a magic port!

Hill frowned. No wonder Yggdrasil said that the universe was going to be ruined. No matter the devil or devil, they are not fools. The Membrane Ship must be in their hands.

In this family history of Baron Daly, it is obvious that the devil appeared when the third patriarch existed.

Judging from his understatement, it seems to be a common thing to trade some soul crystals with the devil.

If Hill hadn't understood from the knight novels of the same period that the shiny trophies he mentioned were soul crystals, he might have thought that these nobles were fighting for the elemental crystals.

But after understanding it, Hill only felt shuddering.

The noble war that happens every few years is a tacit war fought by these guys to harvest the souls of ordinary people.

What a polite war it seems! Nobles will never kill each other, and the loser can return to the castle to lick his wounds with dignity, and fight back in a few years with high spirits.

The sorrow of living on the job and the joy of getting revenge made these nobles write so vividly. However, the only people who paid the price for all this were the civilians and slaves who were kept in the dark.

Even some newly promoted professionals were exploited to the point where they couldn't even save their souls when they didn't know anything.

Hill looked at the singer in the tavern described in the knight novel. She sang loudly that a mage's soul is worth ten knight wars, and he felt so sad.

What does it feel like for those who understand?

In this world, which god protects these nobles? It is simply impossible in a normal world for ordinary people to bully professionals.

The nobles of Trasil, and the worst of them are knights, would never dare to offend a mage easily, let alone turn the mage's soul into a bargain with the devil.

Hill opened another knight novel and discovered that there was also a mages association in this world.

If nobles attack mages, they must be very secretive, otherwise if they are discovered by the Mages Association, they will be hunted down to the end.

Hill flipped through the magician's miscellaneous notes. This high-level mage's magic tower was built earlier than Baron Daly. At that time, he was already a great mage.

He was wary of devils, feeling that they would definitely cause trouble.

However, his caution was only that he would not come forward to make a deal with the devil, but instead found Baron Daly as a middleman.

Baron Daly has become rich since then. This price difference is nothing in the eyes of a high-level mage, but to a baron who is not even a professional, it means too much.

From the third baron to the thirty-sixth baron in family history, he has been doing this work conscientiously.

At first, they just secretly used the vessels given by the devil to collect soul crystals during the war. However, as more and more nobles knew the benefits of the devil, the soul crystals they occasionally obtained began to be insufficient.

So the nobles of this world began to fight year after year.

A little friction can turn into a war. When a certain noble's slaves and subjects are almost dead, his neighbors will tacitly agree to pause and give him time to recuperate.

Hill's face was ugly. Whether it was the high-ranking mage who looked down on Baron Daly, or the baron who beautified his own ugliness and fought for family honor, they all treated the people like leeks.

Baron Daly's family history of gold and jade made the extremely disgusted Hill throw it to the ground.

A nobleman with no restrictions could actually sink to this level!

He now understood why the time and space gods felt that the noble god could be saved.

If he hadn't tightly restrained the nobles and forced them to spend the first half of their lives struggling to become professionals, Trasil might have been in such a miserable state.

Hill picked up the mage's miscellaneous notes. He was also a hypocritical and selfish guy. However, compared to the scumbag book that described how brave his knight was and how many enemies he had killed, the miscellaneous notes at least seemed to be written by an individual.

Sure enough, in his diary, he mentioned that the 26th Earl Daly had schemed against a mage and obtained a lot of resources in exchange.

This high-level mage was already a mage at this time, but he also cursed angrily in his notes: Daly, this idiot, actually dared to attack the mage!

The Mages Association came to settle a score with him, but they actually dared to come to me for help!

Do you think I'm a fool? Nobles who dare to attack the mage must die! If it weren't for..., it would be normal for Daley's whole family to be dead!

Baron Daly, I can no longer cooperate with them. Fortunately, the resources are sufficient.

Damn the devil, I absolutely can't go to him on my own, these nobles are no longer human.

Hill looked at the pile of garbled characters and frowned. What god made a magician so fearful? It couldn't be Gernes himself, right?