Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill was immersed in the study of magic. When the lake there was almost full, he put a lot of live fish into the waterway of the cave. He didn't know whether the fish in these pendants could adapt to the changes in the outside world, so Just put more.

It must be just an ordinary cold-water fish, after all, killing vines cannot live without blood.

Although the silverbait that Hill got from Lynn's father has grown up, there are no signs of breeding yet. Hill feels that the environment in the pendant is not suitable.

It would be nice to wait until the demiplane is fully developed, and he can completely replicate the stream that Alessio had in the orchard. There is not that big a place in the pendant yet.

It sounds very nice. In fact, he just wants to make his own carillon, preferably combined with a harp. During this time, he has been calculating whether the harp column can be turned into a lock opener like a carillon.

Hill found it very interesting just thinking about it. It is usually a tool for singing songs, but when necessary, just press a switch and pluck the strings, and you can easily open all the boxes and doors.

Hey~ Which otaku hasn’t thought that he can be a dashing Bond!

The more useless but cool something is in reality, the more attractive it will be to otakus. Anyway, the formal magic experiment will not start until a month later. Hill simply plunged into the resonance of musical scales.

The otaku mage lord once again fell into inexplicable enthusiasm for experimentation, and the poor alderman Linn could only take over the chaotic territory.

Although the two dragons told him that the threat posed by the dragons was far away, Lin En was still very cautious and led people to patrol the territory every day.

Fortunately, the dwarves and gnomes in the university town all rushed into the dragon skin manufacturing workshop, and even the wizards who were at a loss what to do were busy along with them.

Everyone knows the benefits of dragon skin products, but not everyone can encounter real dragon skin. Most of the dragon skin gloves cherished by mages are actually made of the skin of sub-dragons or even dragon-blooded animals.

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When the city's security does not require anyone's help, these unstable factors have their own things to do, and Linn is very satisfied.

His more recent troubles are the believers rescued by the goddess Aglaia.

Although most of them are hard-working sailors and fishermen, there are still some small nobles and higher-level professionals who have some money.

Even if you are in the good camp, it does not mean that you are willing to live a mediocre life. Looking at the prosperous city of Aglaia and then looking at your own wooden and thatched house, anyone with some ability will not be willing to accept it.

So after finally confirming that they are safe, these guys have to think about their future status.

During this period, Lin En received countless letters from them. On the surface, they were fighting for the future rights of the refugees, but in fact, they were all for the opportunity to join the ranks of municipal officials.

Linn was still a little hesitant about this matter.

The people of Toril don't think there is anything wrong with working hard for their own future. In this chaotic world, taking a step back may mean sinking. Linn himself also started by self-recommendation, and he is not disgusted with these practices.

But he didn't know if he could trust these people.

The Aglaia Temple was unexpectedly indifferent to its believers and had no intention of accepting any priests or even priests. On the other hand, Toril was actually very accustomed to the church's guarantee when hiring officials.

Generally speaking, apart from the lord's relatives and friends, most of the officials in the territory come from the lord's own beliefs, or from the temples he agrees with and the recommendations of nobles with good connections.

Without Miriel...Lynn would never have been able to become the Sheriff of the small town of Cuelva.

This is actually the basis for most lords to maintain control of their territories, but judging from Lynn's understanding of Hill, he has no interest in these at all, let alone a group of sycophants around him.

Hill is more accustomed to using puppets than servants.

Trasil seems to have its own set of methods for training officials. They pay more attention to the abilities of the officials themselves, and the gods only have the power of monitoring to a certain extent.

Sounds nice, but not for Toril.

Linn didn't think that the gods' hands could not reach Toril at all now, but for them, there was no need to waste so much divine power and time.

They would rather wait for the magic network to be repaired, even if this leaves their priests and priests completely confused about what to do.

The church is indeed important to God, but it is not indispensable.

Lin En walked in the long corridor of the city hall and glanced at the floating castle floating in the air: If the original power was really destroyed to the extent that even the gods were helpless, the floating castle would have fallen down long ago.

Hill's attitude is actually very obvious: Aglaia City should just mind its own business and don't do anything extra.

Lin En shook his head. He would be so cautious every time he encountered something related to the gods. So the future time is the resurrection of the magical goddess in the epic story?

He slowly made up his mind. Even if the Toril people were devout now, it did not mean they would be in the future. It had no reference value at all.

If the Aglaia Temple has the idea of ​​​​interfering in city management, then Lynn cannot give up part of it. He is not a very controlling person, but since Hill, the daughter, has no intention of talking to these believers, then There is no need for him to do unnecessary things.

Let those refugees slowly build their own villages!

As a god, it is already very good to be able to save their lives in times of crisis. If there are still people who have shortcomings and want more, with the usual personality of the god Trasil, he will probably just give up on such greedy believers. .

The gods of that world seem to dislike this kind of belief with other desires. If the believers' reverence is not pure enough, they will not accept it at all.

Linn felt a little unbelievable. If there was a chance, he hoped to go to Trasil to see the customs and customs there. It would be very interesting.

He quickly found a few city guards and asked them to send a message to the refugees:

In the past, Aglaia was not suitable to intervene in the Neverwinter Forest, but now there was no need to make concessions in the mountains between the two cities. Let him see if these capable people could transform that small village. Become a new town.

The help Aglaia can give them here is sufficient security and various basic materials sold at low prices, as well as permission to collect various resources in the territory.

The most important thing is that until the refugee village becomes a town with a name, Aglaia will not collect taxes from them.

If there is such a good environment, these pretentious people still can't keep these civilians in the village, and the manpower is absorbed by Neverwinter and Waterdeep, then it's no wonder that Linn doesn't give them a chance.

Lin silently sat on his desk and wondered, when will the undead appear again?

Do we have to wait until the gods begin to return to Toril?

In that case, he would have to hire people to do some infrastructure work.

Although the hiring cost of the undead is relatively high, they work quickly! What would take 1,000 ordinary people three years to build can be completed in a few days by these undead.

It seems that the one-time expenditure is very high, but in fact it is not much more than three years of consumption. However, the house can be moved in three years in advance. Anyone who can do some calculations will know who to choose.

Linn picked up his work manual and calculated the future project volume with Martha again. He couldn't help but sigh: It's better to put aside the greening project for the time being. The druids always want to use magic on plants. Too dangerous.

The most important task now is to open some farmland to the east side of the lake and dig a canal.

It just so happens that the refugees are short of money, so they will do it.

While no one can compete with Aglaia City for territory, what should be occupied should still be occupied. At worst, if you sow some seeds, it will be used as a field.

The rest will be sorted out after the undead arrive.

Fortunately, judging from Hill's attitude, the undead will still come.

By the way, Lin En suddenly remembered something. Where was the artifact that was closely related to the undead?

Of course here on the Hill.

After discovering that Toriel's connection with the outside world was completely severed, Hill quickly took him to the floating castle and placed him in a small room covered with space crystals.

This diamond-shaped crystal should be just a fragment of the artifact in the hand of the God of Time and Space, so even if it absorbs enough energy to return to normal, the reaction becomes a bit slow.

Not being able to get in touch with Trasil makes this artifact a little impatient. Recently, I have been frantically sensing Toril's spatial stability, and then desperately calculating how long it will take to contact the main artifact.

Fortunately, as an artifact of the super wealthy God of Time and Space, he had no shortage of crystals. Not only did he return double the crystals that Hill paid to save him, he also simply threw them out of his storage space in order to prevent himself from losing power again. He filled most of the room with crystal stones.

The priesthood of time and space... is not only powerful but also very rich, even Hill is a little envious.

He could only choose to seal the room tightly to prevent any energy from flowing out... Otherwise, Hill really didn't know if Terry and Tastin who passed by here could control their desires.

During this time, both dragons chose to live in the floating castle. Although Hill was very powerful, they still wanted to do something for him.

Tustin seemed to be planning to use his speed to send Hill away when Hill encountered an enemy he couldn't fight against, while Terry decided to take the rear when the time came.

No dragon would blatantly kill Terry... His biological mother, the golden dragon, and his biological father, the silver dragon, both came from very prosperous families, and the silver dragon family could even be related to Bahamut.

There are so many powerful dragons, but there is always a reason why only this pair can rule the territory like a queen and a royal husband, never worrying about any dragon slayers.

Although Hill was not worried about his own safety, he was very happy after knowing the private arrangements of the two dragons.

Sincere friends, each one is precious.