Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 726 - 525: Dawn and White Night, Bringing Melancholy to Hill

Hill stood on the terrace, quietly looking in the direction of the attic.

The peacock’s head glimpsed out of the window and, after seeing the expressionless Hill, sneakily hid back inside.

Was it trying to see if Hill had noticed its mischievous intentions?

The legendary stories of Lansendel, the Lord of Dawn, crumbled bit by bit in Hill’s heart. Indeed, the Kind Alignment capable of causing a near world catastrophe was far from reliable.

Hill pressed his forehead, solemnly reminding himself in his mind, "Lansendel may have something to do with the sun, but he is not the true Sun God."

He’s just the Lord of Dawn, after all. One mustn’t compare him to that Sun God of Teraxil. They’re not the same at all.

Lansendel, being the God of Youth and representative of the Chuunibyou Teenager, doing something unexpected would be normal.

List appeared with a strange look on his face, "That one just now called for the Tower Spirit and asked me to arrange a comfortable nest for him in the attic.

He also muttered to himself that deities have been forbidden from intervening in recent events, and can only watch, unless they are summoned."

So, does the Lord of Dawn believe that as long as he doesn’t initiate a conversation with Hill, he’s not breaking the rules?

Hill swallowed hard, pushing all his complaints back down, and gestured to List that whatever the Lord of Dawn wanted to do was fine.

"By the way, make sure to send him fresh water and some smaller fruits," Hill instructed List.

Lansendel could definitely do it himself, such as sneaking into the kitchen to steal food. Better not to give him the chance to be too free.

This guy came rushing down so soon probably because he was worried that AO would block him, preventing him from getting involved in this incident.

Hill sighed softly.

It’s enough to know that there’s trouble starting up in The North again.

His own domain had indeed been drawn into the beginning by that damned Tablet.

But as long as he and Agleya weren’t greedy, desiring none of the Treasures that appeared in the Bhaal Temple, it would remain just a beginning.

The Tablets of Fate really hadn’t grasped detailed information about Hill and Agleya; they judged the two using the material standards of this world.

Hill estimated that at most, there might be a few million Gold Coins in the treasury of Baal’s temple.

Neither he nor Agleya would be tempted by such a small amount; they had to be careful Terry and his own father didn’t fall into the trap.

As for these young people, whether they live or die, they’ll still bring a host of troubles back to their own city.

The fate of these four cities of The North will hinge on whether they can withstand the ordeal. If not, it might be time for a change in leadership.

It all depends on if these people can suppress their greed.

Hill curled his lips in disdain; he would have to swallow this irritation.

Everything will be clear next year.

When Mistral is finally destroyed by the remnants of Naesreiel’s Shade Soul City, if Mystra can’t restrain herself from resurrecting Black Staff Kaelborn...

Coron, who has been wanting to bring the Elves fully back to the mainland, will definitely take action.

Let’s see what happens when the Undead Tribe comes. How will those Tablets manage then!

The Tablets of Fate are indeed incomplete; if over a billion souls, not within its control, appear, should it decide to grasp everything, a system crash is imminent.

A complete shatter into dust is also a possibility.

Hill suddenly looked towards the attic. In that case, perhaps Lansendel wouldn’t cause any sort of searing Dawn incident.

He always thought that impersonating the true Sun God was an idea no sane deity could come up with, unless their head had been bashed in. Not even the completely irrational Prince of Lies, Cyric, would be so mad.

Hill glanced up at the sky again.

Even though it was already midsummer, the day when the Power of the Sun was at its strongest hadn’t arrived yet.

Hill didn’t need to think too hard to know that it would be three days later when these people decide to descend into the sea temple filled with Undead.

That noon would also be the weakest moment for the Power of the Wraith.

Lansendel clearly intended to use the oil painting to hide his existence, to stay hidden until that day and join in the excitement.

This was tolerable; as long as the guy still grasped the concept of hiding, there would be no issues.

The key was the other one.

Hill looked gloomily at the sky; dusk was approaching, and the Silvermoon was about to rise. Would Suren show up?

Hill hoped that AO would react faster and manage to stop her.

He would rather face two Lansendels than encounter a single Suren.

For that, he would even be willing to praise Shaer.

As night fell, the Silvermoon revealed a round smiling face, while Hill’s heart and expression both sunk to the sea floor.

She was a Human woman with long, slender legs and delicate features, her snow-white hair setting off a perfect visage and captivating, emerald-green eyes.

Wearing a circlet of woven vines and a white robe adorned with strings of Pearls, she walked slowly from the direction of Deepwater City.

Looking every bit a powerful High Priest, she held an exquisitely crafted Hammer of the Moon in her hand, carrying it as light as a feather given her graceful state and the milky white Moonlight flowing around her, she might even be a Silverstar, the most formidable of all.

Everyone who saw her would bow and retreat in a show of respect.

Residents near Deepwater City held the priests of the Silver Madonna in high regard, for her kindness had saved quite a few lives.

For she saved everyone.

Aside from the Otherworld God Servants known as "Porcelain Fragments," among all the priests serving Suren, Silverstar was already the most powerful.

Hill quietly sat on the railing of the balcony, and to the beautiful lady looking up at him from below, he revealed a bitter smile.

Suren was always so bold.

He called Marsha over and gestured for her to invite this goddess to the floating castle, then Hill had List summon Agleya from where she was hiding in her room.

Agleya was very surprised to receive the news, "Isn’t Shaer still hunting her down? How dare she show up so openly!"

With Agleya by his side, Hill descended to the hall and took a deep breath, "Here, Tyr could appear at any time.

Since Shaer can’t kill her in one strike, she won’t come. She doesn’t like wasting time and energy."

And by this time, Shaer probably had already found Cyric, flaunting her powers of dark temptation.

She had found the weakness in the heart of Mystra’s Divine Kingdom. All she needed now was a daring blade to strike.

Hill knew very well that the events of ten years later were now impossible to change; it was all about who had better luck.

For instance, the lady before him had courted death to such an extent but managed to benefit the most from Shaer’s plans.

The Lady of the Night would likely vomit blood when seeing the Goddess of the Silvermoon return to her strong divine powers.

"Beautiful Suren, welcome to Agleya Town," Hill pulled a slightly absent-minded Agleya with him to go meet her.

"Hello, magician from the Otherworld," Suren said with an elegant smile, "And the adorable and beautiful Sea God. It’s wonderful that you could come to Toril.

I’m finally spared from those prayers begging me to protect them from that ugly woman in Ambori!"

Agleya’s smile brightened, "Welcome to my home, Lady of the White Night. Please come in."

Hill smiled and gave up the spotlight.

Both being of a Kind Alignment, perhaps it was a bit easier to communicate with girls?

It worked out perfectly as Agleya seemed to have a good impression of Suren, and Suren also appeared to enjoy her company.

This was just too good.

Unpredictable and capricious as Suren was, Hill felt genuinely clueless as to how to approach her.

Even though she was so polite and nothing like the Great Peacock satisfied with food and sleep, clutching an oil painting through the night.

But Hill’s intuition still warned him that the lady in front of him was trouble.

Lansendel had stayed all this while without ever causing the Natural Consciousness surrounding Hill to send such an alarm.

Hill sat watching from the side.

Suddenly, he realized that Agleya was no shorter than Suren now, and she behaved very maturely.

At least, compared to Suren, who had curiosity written all over her eyes, she actually seemed more like an adult.

"Just call me Suren," the Goddess of the Moon gently told Agleya. "I can’t stay here long; I came out of curiosity to take a look.

AO has only given me three hours here.

Rather than chatting, I’d rather see that painting. Though it’s a different Power of the Moon, I feel the same aura, as if it’s another me."

Indeed, both being of Kind Alignment, it seemed that they never really did any good and were always a part of the trouble. Hill smiled on the outside while complaining inwardly, thinking how lucky it was that she had more sense than him.

Or maybe not, Hill turned and thought for a moment. Actually, be it elves or dwarves, finding Teraxil was all thanks to the curiosity of that Silvermoon Goddess.

Only that Teraxil’s deity was lucky, having the Three Ancient Gods close enough to share most of the responsibilities with her.

As for Suren, there was only her sibling, Shaer, who couldn’t wait for her to die.

And the first-generation Goddess of Magic who, despite recognizing her, made her pay a huge price.

"Dad Hill!" Agleya looked up with a smile, "I’m taking Suren to see the painting, okay? Then we’ll have tea in the rooftop garden."

"There’s a Great Peacock there," Hill said without changing his expression, "I hope it doesn’t disturb the Lady of the White Night."

Suren had already allowed Agleya to call her by her name, paying little attention to Hill.

Suren laughed, "I saw Lansendel flying into Josse Garden, too bad I was a step late. If I’d been the first to come, it would have been him blocked by AO instead."

She finally turned to look at Hill, her tone slightly plaintive, "If only Mr. Hill had presented that painting during the White Night, it’s a pity about Lansendel then."

"I am truly sorry," Hill said softly, "It’s all fate."

Fate had indeed favored him quite a lot; fortunately, he hadn’t encountered any grave troubles during the night that would have required pulling out that painting.

Suren, satisfied with the apology, went upstairs with Agleya.

Hill had no intention of worrying about the Great Peacock still lost in dreams; he should have realized that Suren, driven by curiosity even fiercer than his own, would surely make an appearance.

After instructing Marsha to take a few female puppets to the little garden on the rooftop, Hill headed back to his study with a worried heart.

He needed to figure out a way to prevent Terry from losing his mind to the madness driven by gold coins.