Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

There was a wave of divine power outside. Hill put away William's letter and stood on the terrace.

Linn has opened the control core of the God of Time and Space with the help of Martha, and golden light spreads in the town.

Only the two temples and the Harper's building were bypassed.

Aglaia has more facilities on its side. In addition to its own main temple, the square outside, including the two small houses where passers-by can spend the night, has given up management rights.

She should have considered that a place where people from the Faerun continent can enter at will is not suitable to prevent the undead from entering, so she should hand over the surveillance power to the God of Time and Space. Aglaia has no interest in handling it at any time. A farce that can break out.

This is also a common method used by allies of the Time and Space God System. They cannot prevent the undead from appearing near their temples, but they can let the God of Time and Space directly deal with their violations.

No one wants to supervise what the undead do by themselves. That requires not only patience, but more importantly, enough reason.

Even the Silver Moon Goddess, who was most interested in the undead, honestly kept the distance away.

Hill could understand Linn's approach of not caring about his power being dispersed at all. He would never want to be the manager of a group of elves who could mix with the most terrifying Seraph in his mouth.

Linn's thoughts were not as simple as Hill's. After listening to Martha's words, he was really interested in this core that could help manage the city.

That’s what he wanted! There are so many laws and regulations in Trasil that people with good memories would have big heads. How can ordinary people remember them?

It turns out there is such a good way to alert managers before trouble occurs.

Moreover, if there is an accidental violation, you can also get a reminder. This is really suitable for elves who don’t like to use their brains!

It can't be said that elves don't use their brains, Linn thought deeply. It's just that elves are too quick-thinking and can easily get into trouble.

My own head is prone to conflict, so no wonder I am so contradictory when doing things!

As for the group of old antiques on Everlasting Island, they have actually lived for too long and can no longer see anything else except the Elf Throne.

In fact, all the elves with real blood have gone into the navy, and the rest are just a bunch of fools who lied to themselves!

Lin En picked up the pen. Since the elves arrived at Evermeet Island, the fertility rate has dropped again. There are only a dozen cousins ​​of his generation left. Apart from these few idiots who joined the Elf Crusaders crazily, the rest All entered the navy according to family tradition.

If it were before, he would never have invited his clan members over. Life in the navy was pretty good, and the family could remain neutral in all political struggles. This was the duty and right of a soldier.

Even chaotic elves can adhere to this principle.

Moreover, Linn has been worried about how to balance the relationship between the Elf Crusaders and the original town residents these days. In terms of the strength of that group of elves, even the Silver Shield Knights next to them are not much stronger than them.

Fairness in Toril can only be found when people of equal strength are equal. Ordinary people have to retreat innately.

As long as their lives are not harmed at will, ordinary people are used to a life of hiding.

But Linn didn't want the residents of Aglaia Town, who had always had a harmonious relationship, to become as fearful as those big cities. He always felt that the comfortable life of the residents of Silvermoon City was what he yearned for.

So Linn has been struggling with how to discuss with the Elf Crusaders the basic principles of getting along well with the humans in the town.

It's fine now, and he doesn't need to have a headache at all.

Linn accepted Martha's suggestion without much thought and directly started the management core.

No matter what happened to these original undead people, whom Corellon renamed as 'Trasil Elves', Linn was quite willing to believe that Corellon would never sacrifice his loyal followers.

Moreover, for the elves in Toril, although there are many rules, Corellon recognizes them. Unless something happens that they are particularly dissatisfied with, the elves are still willing to obey Corellon's will.

Lin En wrote invitation letters one after another with bright eyes. It would be best if the entire Gal family came.

The blessings of the elven gods on the Crusaders should have spread to Evermeet Island. Those guys must have been greatly affected. Just thinking about it made Linn feel happy.

Yongju Island is still the seat of the Elf Royal Court, but its status as the center of politics and power has since been compromised.

The town of Aglaia will be the place that elves yearn for from now on.

Linn felt that he would be able to become the governor of Aglaia City in a few years.

In that case, the future Aglaia City should also have its own navy!

Linn wrote the letter to the patriarch very carefully and carefully. Although his grandmother may not necessarily give up the Elf Royal Navy, eggs cannot be put in one basket, right?

What if the Elf Queen loses the fight?

Although his grandmother had always remained neutral in the political struggle, Linn knew very well that Admiral Garr's butt was already a little crooked after his mother was expelled from Evermeet.

Lin En wrote the letter happily. He believed that Hill was definitely capable of building a fleet that was much stronger than the Yongju Island naval fleet. As for the specific drawings of the elf giant ship, hey! What doesn’t Corellon know?

Hill didn't know that his friend had fallen into a crazy fantasy at this moment, and had planned the way to burn money for him in advance.

He returned to the study and gently opened the exquisite little box.

The first thing I saw was hundreds of small bags, and a neat letter on the top of the small bags.

Hill opened the letter, and Alice's somewhat eccentric handwriting appeared in front of her eyes:

Dear Dad Hill!

I really miss you so much!

I heard from the undead that they are coming to your world soon. In fact, I also want to go there, but Alice is also a queen now!

I also had loyal and sycophantic minions, and a few suitors who surrounded me every day.

Listening to these words every day, I seem to understand why Merkel became stupid later.

If nature hadn't told me they were lying every day, so many beautiful words would have been enough to make me feel like I could do anything in heaven and on earth!

Power is really a double-edged sword!

Daddy Hill! I don’t know how long I will like this kind of life, but I still want to know if I can hold on to myself in this kind of life.

Only when you have experienced some things can you know how to choose.

My only regret is that I can't be with you.

Enclosed are some special plants in this world. I think you must know from the undead that Quins is a very interesting world.

In addition to normal plants, humans and animals often fall into self-confusion and some inexplicable entanglements.

The undead are not very adaptable to life here. Although they seem chaotic, they actually have a rule that they are never willing to violate.

That is a concept that has been instilled since childhood, and most people can stick to it.

Moreover, even those who engage in destruction actually have some ideas. Even if it is for temporary happiness, it is still a choice.

I know what I want to do, even if it is evil, it is actually in order.

I feel that William seems to hope that Salar will become like this in the future.

That's not the case here with Quins. I think they are all like the fish's memory mentioned by the undead. They don't care what happened 7 seconds ago. The decision they just made can be changed in an instant.

They were rescuing people in the front, but they started killing people in the back.

So Hill’s father can rest assured that although there are many suitors here, I will never be tempted.

This is a world without even marriage, and the relationship between a man and a woman is not as long-lasting as a rabbit.

But it's fun, really, Dad Hill, it's so funny, it's like watching an absurd comedy every day.

For the first time, I saw a world where the undead wanted to finish their work and leave as soon as possible.

But it may also be because all the attention is focused on the same species. The plants here are very comprehensive, and the species that lived hundreds of thousands of years ago are living very well.

I have collected a lot, some of which are even species that have disappeared in Trahill as mentioned in Hill’s dad’s encyclopedia of plants. I think dad will like them very much.

And then there are some really beautiful gems.

I compared it with the ones in the jewelry box that Hill's father gave me, and they are not the same type.

I don't really know the difference between these gems, but for Hill's dad, as long as there are enough to analyze the structure, it's fine, right?

I hope these can be used. If not, dad will tell the undead and I will collect them for you.

As a queen, wanting more and bigger gems is absolutely natural in this world.

Although the undead are not willing to stay in Quins permanently, there are always people who come to take a look every once in a while.

Especially the members of the Young Master's family. I heard from the undead that they are all artists and they like to come to Quins to watch these natural dramas. It seems to inspire them.

Although I don’t understand why absurdity represents art, it’s not bad that someone can help me deliver the letter.

Dad Hill, please never forget Alice!

Also, Dad, when you return gifts, please use this box. I like it very much.

Hill sighed after reading the letter, not knowing what to say.

Alice would make this kind of decision, and he seemed to understand that cats are actually very realistic creatures. They only look at what they see in front of them and don't think deeply about the consequences. They just do what they do.

If a cat is meditating in front of prey, she is not thinking whether to move her paw, but which paw to move first.

But at least Hill won't worry about Alice anymore. Quins is quite suitable for her changeable temperament.

There was another noise outside, and Hill turned his head and called Liszt, asking what happened.

"Sir." Liszt said with a smile, "The time and space artifact has been connected to the town's control core, and the undead can start taking over the mission."

Hill hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help walking to the terrace to watch.