Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 252 - 61: The Foolish Mage of the Mage Association Falls in Love with an Elf

Hill sat quietly reading for a while until dusk arrived.

He stood up, knocked on the door, and walked into Fran’s room.

Fran was also preparing his attire for the evening banquet.

He looked at Hill’s clothes and laughed with interest, "Do you have black?"

"I thought grandfather would like silver?" Hill replied with a smile.

"Clothes with silver trim are fine. But pure silver is too flashy," Fran responded dismissively.

Hill had nothing to say and took out the two robes he had prepared.

They were similar in style to the one he was wearing, except one was pure black and the other was black with silver trim. Both had same-color Array Runes on them.

Fran picked up the pure black one and tucked it away, taking the silver-trimmed one into the bathroom, "What color did you prepare for Adrian?"

"Deep red with gold trim. There’s also a black one."

"Give him the black one. We’ll talk about the deep red one later," Fran’s voice carried from afar.

Hill couldn’t help but think that today they were going to have troublesome guests! It was rare for Fran to care this much.

In the past, he rarely minded whether Uncle Adrian was overindulging himself; at most, he would just punish him if things went too far.

Adrian quickly arrived, having already prepared everything outside the Magic Tower. The interior would be arranged tomorrow, and he had told the apprentices to stay inside the Magic Tower.

"Teacher, are the mages attending tonight’s banquet?" Adrian asked as he knocked and entered, just in time to see Fran coming out after changing.

He immediately turned to look at Hill.

Hill took out the black robe for him.

Adrian glanced at Hill’s robe, curled his lip, "Give me that one too; I just won’t wear it today."

Hill laughed helplessly and took out the deep red robe with golden trim. Adrian opened it and smiled, his eyes squinting, "Hill really knows me."

"Mind the occasion," Fran shook his head, "Let all those above mages come; if there’s a problem, it’s better to find out sooner."

Fran had just advanced to Legendary status. If those mages were foolish enough to be seduced and betray him, that would be incredibly shortsighted.

Hill believed that those who Fran agreed to let into the Magic Tower weren’t that foolish.

Over the years, many Alchemists had come and gone in his small domain town, but only these dozen or so had been allowed to settle in the Magic Tower.

Hill had noticed that among the mages who had come out this time, aside from Boen, there were none who had followed Fran from the beginning.

Adrian was planning to choose his future followers, which is why he brought them all out at once.

Even though Adrian was Fran’s heir, he did not believe that these mages would necessarily bow down to him.

Was Adrian planning to use this opportunity to get rid of those who were dissatisfied?

With the upcoming Fran Legend, it seemed that he intended to completely hands-off, and Adrian had begun to slowly weed out his staff.

Adrian hurried back to his room to change his clothes and then dashed downstairs like a gust of wind.

Hill peered curiously out the window, wondering how Adrian planned to arrange the vast hall below that was over two thousand square meters.

Fran suddenly came over and clipped a hairpin on top of his head.

Curious, Hill ran to the dressing room and took a close look in the mirror.

The hairpin was simply a thin, golden clip with no special features.

He immediately communicated with the hairpin using his spiritual power.

Apart from being able to transform into a thin rope and automatically tie up his long hair, the item had only two functions.

One was an automatic Defensive Magic Array, capable of releasing a protective shield to withstand surprise attacks on Hill, even those from a Legendary mage.

The other was blurring.

As long as Hill activated this Spell, people looking at him, even though they could clearly see his face, would not remember what he looked like and would soon forget having seen him at all.

This was a type of Law-based magic; while it sounded simple, only Legendaries who understood the related Laws could affect everyone with it.

Hill broke into a smile. His grandfather must have thought he had not dared go out to play for a long time and specially made this tool for him to go out.

Hill ran out happily to thank Fran.

"You’re lucky. I had just advanced then, and many Laws were still very clear," Fran said casually, "Even demigods wouldn’t be able to tell who you are."

Hill kept smiling brightly at Fran.

Fran waved his hand helplessly, letting him go.

Night fell, and rows of round crystal lamps had started to drift within the walls.

In the past, these lamps would likely have floated all over the sky.

But now, Adrian had learned a lot from the Undead Tribe.

Kexlote was the place in the world where The River of Time and Space was the clearest.

Living a bit higher, one might even get the illusion they could reach out and touch it.

Adrian had arranged the crystal lamps into a mini River of Time and Space, reflecting the River of Time and Space hanging low in the sky, as if he had drawn a tributary from the river itself.

Hill couldn’t help but praise, "Uncle Adrian really has an eye for things."

Fran came over for a look and rarely praised, "Indeed, not bad."

Adrian also laid out a marble path alternating between silver and black, leading from the main gate straight to the White Tower.

The path reflected the light from above, appearing extraordinarily lavish in the night.

And now, a carriage had stopped there.

Hill turned to ask Fran, "Grandfather, what time did you set?"