Surviving The Fourth Calamity

72: Chapter 67 Leaving Saral 72: Chapter 67 Leaving Saral The Alchemy Carriage moved in utter silence, and Hill sometimes truly wished to create the sound of hooves clattering.

And so, he departed from Saral without a sound.

He never thought that the passage to Haifasardo from Kexlote would be situated right between William’s Royal Palace and the Temple of Time and Space.

The broad avenue led straight into the distance, with the Magic Tower on the back wall of the palace and the Bell Tower of the Temple forming the final gate leaving Kexlote.

Even when facing Haifasardo, Kexlote was a city without walls.

Hill’s carriage encountered no obstructions and just left like that.

Sitting in the carriage, he thought of only one question: Could everyone leave?

Had the players already reached Haifasardo?

“Srei.”

Hill looked at Srei, who had appeared: “Count the number of the Undead Tribe we see along the way.

I wonder if the Border Gate to Haifasardo is still open?”

Srei inquired, “If it’s closed, sir, shall we fly in?”

“The carriage flying would be too conspicuous,” Hill hesitated a bit, “Haifasardo must be on edge by now, right?

I don’t want some legendary character to crush me to death.

Forget it, let’s try a few gates first.

If that doesn’t work, then we’ll take the sea from the east.

It’s only a few hundred li to land.”

“Very well, sir.”

Luckily, when the carriage was made, he’d prepared for this.

Hill thought to himself.

The carriage was fast, and when it reached the long wall on the border of Haifasardo, as expected, this gate closest to Saral was shut tight.

“Sir, the Magic Arrow Towers are all active; seems like the Undead Tribe also tried to fly in.”

“Are there still Undead outside?”

“Some have been passing by.

There have been episodes of them, probably a hundred or so in total.”

Hill was silent.

If the God of Time and Space had not yet ascended to the Divine Throne, His divine power wouldn’t reach far and their bodies would dissipate automatically once far from Saral.

Now, with the God of Time and Space properly seated in the starry sky, His power could no longer be kept out of the human world.

As long as the players weren’t afraid of the journey, they could already leave Saral.

Even with the risk of death sending them back to Saral, many adventurous players would dare to venture.

Though Hill felt little hope, he still clung to a sliver of fortune.

Regrettably, until night fell, and from west to east, he found no gate open.

What rendered Hill speechless was that all the Magic Arrow Towers on Haifasardo’s long wall were activated.

It’s possible that not even during a siege by Magical Beasts had Haifasardo ever activated so many towers.

Just how many players had been here?

Perhaps feeling Hill was not involved, none of the players had informed him about this.

Maybe they thought, with Haifasardo’s city closed off, it was just NPCs blocking the map, forbidding players from crossing the border?

Then why are you all so desperate to traverse the map?

Hill, feeling somewhat irritated, stayed by the sea for a night.

When he woke up in the morning, Hill opened the window to feel the sea breeze.

Here, at last, he could feel gusty winds rushing fiercely.

Whistling madly, rolling streams of air from the east and south swept over towards the North.

Cohen, eager from early morning, flew out to revel in the soaring amidst the wild winds.

Knowing Cohen was a Magical Beast and such winds couldn’t harm him, Hill let him be.

Srei suddenly appeared: “Sir, there are Undead knocking at the door outside; they want to purchase goods.”

Hill couldn’t resist stretching to look downstairs where several players were smiling up at him.

Waving cheerfully at Hill, the players only made him want to ask, what are you doing here?

These players probably learned about Hill’s store from forums.

Feeling helpless, Hill instructed Srei to open the store, deciding not to go downstairs himself.

Members of Black Rose knew Hill planned to travel, and they probably even posted it on the forum.

He didn’t want players pestering him to join them on their travels.

He wanted to travel, not to invite trouble.

The players lingered in the store for a long time but eventually left.

Standing on the second floor, Hill watched them walk away along the shoreline.

Finally, they stopped by a pile of wood.

Were they planning to sail by themselves?

After Srei came up, seeing where Hill’s gaze was, he couldn’t hold back a laugh: “These Undead are building a boat by the small hill a kilometer away!”

Hill was speechless.

With the sea’s rich resources and convenient maritime transport, why hadn’t the natives built ships to travel?

This world had long had sailboats.

Of course, because sea monsters were even more ferocious!

No matter how dangerous the wilderness was, humans had ventured deeply under the call of deities.

But in tens of thousands of years of human history, no deity who dared support humans in conquering the seas had ever emerged.

Hill dared to take a ship because he was favored by nature and surrounded by Water Series Elements.

Most sea monsters would not harbor hostility towards him.

The players going down there would only make a solitary offering to the monsters.

The Elemental Body created by divine power would be a huge target indeed.

Pity that, once players died, their Elemental Bodies would be controlled by divine power to dissipate quickly.

The monsters would munch on them to no avail.

Hill converted his store into the Alchemy Carriage and hurried to a place out of the players’ sight, then switched it into a blue and white sailboat.

Cohen, who had been following him in the sky, also landed atop the raised sail.

Hill stood by the ship’s side, turning to look back in the direction of Saral.

He didn’t feel any sadness at leaving, nor was he filled with ambition about embarking on the road of life.

To Hill, it felt as if he was a small boat pushed by destiny, moving step by step from a child who, when faced with problems, would only hide and wish to build houses and play in his domain, to this day — departing from the comfort of his home to travel the world and pursue the goals of life.

Hill smiled faintly, feeling an even greater harmony with nature.