Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 105: Chapter 88: The Undead Tribe is Not So Easily Provoked_2

Whenever he left his little haven, these events were inevitably encountered.

Hill understood that, compared to the ordinary mages, he had a higher starting point and a stronger identity, already encountering far fewer disgusting incidents.

However, Hill, who had enjoyed several years of tranquility, was still somewhat vexed; elements and magical beasts were truly much more endearing.

Cohen soared through the sky while Hill leaned by the window, watching the large bonfires lit by the Undead Tribe below the mountain.

The lively, fire-surrounded rally of the Undead Tribe battling through the night brought a smile to Hill’s face.

Did they think dealing with the Undead Tribe and barging in would be easy?

They did not know how cautious and conscientious Hill was in handling his affairs.

William did not allow them to interact with the Undead Tribe, but not to protect the Undead Tribe!

Hill could imagine they would definitely hike up the buying price for Crystal Stones and magical beasts from him.

As long as the price was high enough, Hill would certainly not compete with them.

They did not have deities to help mine; even the Legendary would go bankrupt.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning, warm and soothing, gently fell on Hill’s face.

He shielded his forehead with his hand, smiled at a few approaching figures in the distance, and closed the window to go downstairs.

As Hill walked, he summoned the elements from his domain, which could move freely in and out of Hill’s store and would listen to Srei’s commands.

Hill did not intend to leave the store; he just stood at the doorway, waiting for these people to arrive.

All of them were magisters; their background of a Legendary Mage meant that if Hill was afraid, he would naturally have to bow and comply, but Hill was completely indifferent, so standing at the doorway to greet them was very polite.

Hensley promptly landed right in front of Hill, accompanied by an Archmage assisting him.

”Mr. Polanio, we meet again,” he said sincerely, ”we will be troubling you during this time.

This is Baptiste Ruiz, the youngest disciple of the teacher. He has come out with me to gain some experience.”

Hill nodded at both men in greeting.

The two students of Carl, after hovering in the air for a moment, and seeing that Hill had no intention of looking up at them, had no choice but to descend themselves.

Hensley turned to glance at the two, ”Mr. Polanio, please allow me to introduce, these are His Highness Carl’s two students, Rowell Phillips and Patricia Karl.”

Hill smiled and nodded in greeting as well.

Phillips, facing an indifferent Hill, could only nod in greeting, ”Hello, Mr. Polanio. It’s a pleasure to meet you. We might trouble you in the future.” He still added hopefully, ”This is the teacher’s granddaughter, Patricia. You two are about the same age, both young, perhaps you’ll find things to talk about.”

Patricia stepped forward gracefully, ”Mr. Polanio, hello, nice to meet you for the first time, please guide us. Mr. Hensley, it’s been a long time.”

Hill just smiled and nodded, remaining silent.

Hensley too responded with a smile, ”Ah, Miss Carl, it indeed has been a long time.

Mr. Polanio, we’re just around here, shall we find a place to build a house?”

Hill smiled and nodded, ”Of course, please do. This isn’t my territory after all.”

Phillips, with a stiff face, and seeing Hensley beginning to search around the mountain for a location, could only also take his leave from Hill, taking Patricia to look for a spot as well.

”Mr. Hill,” the voice of Snow Cloud Peak emanated from the store, ”who are these people?”

Hill turned back, observing Snow Cloud Peak peering eagerly from behind the counter, and felt like he was looking at an eager mongrel.

So the moniker wasn’t mistaken, was it?

Thinking of this perfect saying, Hill spoke, ”Students from the Legend of Carl and Miller’s Legend, they are very interested in this relic.

They also very much like those magical beasts and Crystal Stones.

They will also be asking you for my purchasing prices later.”

Snow Cloud Peak nodded in understanding, ”Mr. Hill, won’t you need it anymore?”

”I will always keep collecting, but I won’t change the price,” Hill said cheerfully, ”As long as they continue to buy, there’s no need to worry about my side.”

”Ah! Is there a limit?” Snow Cloud Peak mused, ”Then we should sell the ones with more volume first.”

Hill knew—rarity makes a thing precious; all worlds understood this.

”Mr. Hill,” Snow Cloud Peak said as though suddenly realizing, ”We have cleared the area below; I just came to find you to draw a magic array.”

Hill raised the toolbox in his hand, ”Let’s go, I’m ready.”

Hill followed Snow Cloud Peak and flew directly to the cave entrance, with Hensley and Phillips quickly following behind.

Snow Cloud Peak looked back, stared at Hill with wide eyes, and Hill shook his head indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

Phillips asked cheerfully, ”Mr. Polanio, is this the leader of the Undead Tribe?”

Snow Cloud Peak said in astonishment, ”Are you joking? The Undead Tribe doesn’t have such a thing! Are you trying to get me killed?

I almost got screwed over just by forming an alliance!”

Hill almost laughed out loud, ”Mr. Phillips, Mr. Hensley. This is the city lord of Mandragora City, Magister Snow Cloud Peak. They are just part of the alliance of the Undead Tribe.

The real leader of the Undead Tribe is only His Majesty the King.”

”Mr. Snow Cloud Peak, this is a student of His Highness Carl, Magister Phillips. This one here is a student of His Highness Miller, Magister Hensley.”

”I’m sorry, I misunderstood. Mr. Snow Cloud Peak.” Phillips smiled, ”Nice to meet you. You don’t mind if we also come down to have a look, do you?”

Snow Cloud Peak shook his head indifferently: ”Anyone can go, we can’t control it anyhow.”

Hill felt that Snow Cloud Peak was getting a bit angry, this person known as Old Dog could definitely sense the malice in Phillips’s words.

Was he trying to incite a rift between the Undead and William?

In their eyes, the Undead Tribe was, after all, a clan of the God of Time and Space and might not completely obey William.

Finding a few ambitious Undead and contending for power with William would force William to rely on these mages who came to his side.

In the current situation, aside from legendary beings, William had no need for anyone else, and these people were getting impatient!

Hensley had no intention of interjecting anymore; he silently walked behind Hill, trying to make himself less noticeable.

Phillips was still trying to communicate with Snow Cloud Peak.

Uninterested in listening to the two of them locking horns, Hill refocused on the sides of the tunnel.

This downward, circular passage was very interesting; Hill could only think of one creature that could directly make such a round path.

Of course, only something as thick as that could be called an Earth Dragon!

Hill looked at the tunnel that could accommodate 7 or 8 people walking down together, thinking to himself.

Just that the ceiling was a bit low, about 3 meters in height.

They walked about 10 kilometers before they reached the hall mentioned by Rainfall on Mortal Dust.

Hill really didn’t know what kind of mindset it was that made the Young Masters keep running downward without looking back for 10 kilometers. No wonder Rainfall on Mortal Dust was so angry.

This hall, spanning about 5000 square meters, aside from the entrance side, also had 5 or 6 other openings. Hill could hear the Undead Tribe intensely battling magical beasts inside.

Snow Cloud Peak, no longer paying attention to Phillips, came over with a smile, pointing at a stone platform in the middle of the hall, ”Mr. Hill, can you draw a magic array here?”

Hill nodded, ”This place is big enough, no problem.”

”What kind of purification array is it?” Phillips continued, ”Can we watch?”

Hill looked at him curiously, ”Of course you can see it once it’s drawn. Are you asking to see how it’s drawn?

Or should I ask my grandfather for you?

Is this what His Highness Carl intended?”

”Ahh, sorry. I got too curious.” Phillips said unflinchingly, ”Apologies, then we’ll head up first.”

He didn’t even give Hensley a chance to speak, pulling him along as they left.

”What’s going on with this guy?” Snow Cloud Peak asked puzzledly, ”We know that William has assigned Hensley some tasks.

Where did this guy come from?

Does William have such followers?

That Carl, is he a legendary mage too? What does he do? I’ve never seen him before?”

”Who?” Rainfall came over, ”I just saw you babbling with Mr. Hill, are you slacking off?”

”Go away! Okay!? Which of you is willing to give up fighting monsters to call people up? Huh? Letting me work and you’re saying I’m babbling?

Are you even human?” Snow Cloud Peak cursed.

Hill really laughed out loud.