Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 731 - 530: Lansendel’s Frustrating Advice

Hill poured himself a glass of wine, and beside him, a pair of golden wings unfolded in front of him, gesturing for a glass as well.

Yet, there was juice right there on the little table beside him.

It seemed that the wine’s aroma had reached him.

Hill thought for a moment and poured him a drink called "wine," which was actually a multi-fruit juice that even a child couldn’t get drunk on. It could be considered a type of cocktail with a faint hint of alcohol flavor, but it actually contained no alcohol at all.

He certainly wouldn’t give this Lord of Dawn any chance to cause trouble.

For beings like Lansendel, if he went berserk while in Hill’s territory, all Hill could do was watch.

On the water curtain, Princess Airebis spoke with a displeased expression, "Go check around immediately for any traps; I didn’t bring you here to watch you act!

Aren’t you the best at gathering information? Aren’t you the one who claims that there are no secrets in Neverwinter that you’re unaware of? Including the fact that even the defenses of the Royal Palace can’t stop your agile steps.

I am waiting to see your work then!

If I had found someone better, why would I bring someone like you!"

"In this world, can you find another kind-hearted wanderer, beautiful Airebis?" Morrison twisted his body and said playfully, "Don’t get mad over those minor, money-making ads!

It’s just a way to make a living, certainly better than picking pockets!

I am the future master of shadows!

A musician of the shadows~"

Hill looked at Morrison in surprise.

To think that there really was a thief of longstanding who was still of kind alignment! Although he definitely was chaotic, it was enough to surprise anyone.

It seemed that experienced thieves of kind alignment were indeed very rare.

He was a resident of Hill’s Domain! If the townsfolk knew that a thief had been living among them for so long, they would all be terrified.

Perhaps because everyone was new here, carrying not much with them, the people in the large residential district weren’t very vigilant.

The thief who looked middle-aged probably had his main occupation as an intelligence collector, otherwise, he couldn’t have maintained a kind alignment.

Hill turned his head and smiled, wondering if perhaps he was a harpist scout.

Airebis sneered and said, "Get to work! If the traps are not well managed and you die inside, you’ll truly be a dead musician of the shadows! 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Also, the reason you were chosen is because you are a master manufacturer of magical tools, it has nothing to do with being a thief!

I am well aware of how much money you make from selling various mechanisms and traps!

You just love to spy!

If you don’t want to get beaten up by me, better hurry up and get the job done!"

Morrison walked away, dejected.

Indeed, he had his own ways to make a living, which was how he could maintain his alignment, otherwise, thieves would just be another word for assassins.

Merely selling bits of information was hardly enough wealth to sustain a thief’s career, not to mention giving him the hope of progressing to a master of shadows.

As Morrison checked the surroundings, the other cities had only sent one female thief, clearly a novice, who could only follow behind Morrison, learning as she went.

Fortunately, the small plaza in front of the Temple was without complicated traps, and Morrison cleared only a few.

After all, this place used to be one of Baal’s primary temples, extremely prosperous and flourishing, teeming with devout followers.

Even if the followers of Baal mastered the art of murder, they wouldn’t idly showcase their killing skill in front of their Main God.

Princess Airebis nodded briefly to the leaders of other cities and then walked resolutely towards the temple doors without hesitation.

Any deity wouldn’t place traps on the doorway of their own temple unless they had no need for worship.

At least every deity of Toril welcomed strangers into their temples, valuing every bit of faith.

Of course, what they encountered inside would depend on whose temple it was.

Airebis seemed to have more experience in adventuring; she left a druid outside to keep watch. Only after the other cities noticed, did they scramble to reassign personnel.

They ended up leaving two bards behind, along with a ranger.

The bards were clearly the type who had part-time priest duties, but likely not from Miliel’s faction.

And the ranger’s peculiar yet nimble steps gave one the impression that he might also have an agile part-time occupation.

Hill hesitantly looked at those who entered; they chose to take all the warriors inside—was it for easier loot carrying?

But entering a place like Bhaal Temple, known for controlling necromancy, part-time priest bards would likely survive more easily than warriors, wouldn’t they?

It’s not about facing living beings, requiring substantial strength; as long as one had enchanted weapons, even ordinary folks could knock down spectres.

Spiritual resistance seemed more crucial!

Hill shook his head; it seemed that although the high hierarchy of the temple was aware of the real situation, these nobles and city leaders were still kept in the dark.

After all, the Tablets of Fate wouldn’t provide such detailed information; at most, only a few special beings would be marked.

Indicators like "Child of Bhaal" and "Princess of Neverwinter" didn’t specifically point to anyone.

The gods also had to wait for the game to begin to discover where this fated destiny would appear.

Their preparation was hardly a few days earlier than Hill’s.

Watching the adventurers enter one by one, Agleya sighed, "We won’t be able to see what happens next.

This temple still has an owner."

With Baal’s former divine power, what happened in his temple could only be seen by AO throughout Toril.

Only when he was completely gone, would everything in the temple be revealed.

Hill nodded and poured her a glass of juice, "We just wait for the outcome, whether it’s good or bad."

"What method did you use to make those dragons willingly hide away?" Lansendel tilted his head and asked, "The biggest trouble in your domain is that Little Golden Dragon, its weakness too apparent and too exploitable.

I thought you’d be involved too!

In which adventure story is there not a newly matured, silly little dragon?

The one here is perfect, an Orderly Good Golden Dragon!

It’s been years since such a small one was seen.

With it around, all the Metal Dragons in Ferun would get pulled in."

"Actually, Terry knows." Hill said, smiling, "Including his parents, they all understand that something big must have happened.

But they can’t guarantee they could control their own desires.

So once they found a place where they could freely pass the time, they just went in.

It’s a treasure hunting game, and it contained some Gold and Silver Jewelry, which indeed has some appeal to dragons.

Plus, Terry is not the smallest Golden Dragon now. The first batch of dragon eggs from Bahamut has already hatched.

There are several Golden Dragons there!"

Hill said as nonchalantly as possible.

The Maze Formation and Puzzle Lock acted as a double barrier, Lansendel would need to expend a lot of effort to see through them, and he wasn’t about to waste divine power over some dragon-tempting treasures.

He glanced at the southern mountain range, feeling the Silvermoon Dragon Queen’s family was probably more addicted to the process of treasure hunting.

The Great Peacock cawed twice and said with regret, "Sounds like a fun game, I should set one up after I get back.

Too bad, I can’t go here.

Only you and Agleya are the ones I can interact with a bit, after all, the events here are fewer.

By the way, Hill, would you mind if I built a Tower of Dawn here?"

The Great Peacock’s golden eyes swivelled around as he smiled and asked Hill.

"Where do you want to build it?" Hill asked curiously, "There’s no suitable place here, is there?"

Although the Sword Mountain Range was long, it was rather barren, and Hill had scattered quite a few seeds from trees of frigid regions, but a year’s time was not enough for these saplings to fully grow.

He had just optimized the seeds to ensure they all grew, the natural power in the Puzzle Lock was already making these plants grow rapidly.

All open spaces in Hill’s Domain, no matter how narrow, were filled with wild grasses and flowers from unknown origins.

Plus, the highest peak had already been occupied by Terry. Hill couldn’t possibly choose to make his friend give up the spot, and if Lansendel really wanted to come in, he could only stay on the beachside, which was actually okay, just that he might not be willing to be neighbors with Tyr.

"Not here, the wasteland behind," Lansendel smiled, "There’s a place there I’m quite interested in."

Hill couldn’t help but glance at the Lord of Dawn, wondering if he was already considering taking over ’Losanda’ at this time?

"The ruins on that wasteland behind?" Hill said evenly, "You don’t need to ask me, I never care about things beyond my control."

"You’re not planning to expand your domain?" Lansendel widened his eyes, "Even as a deity, you’d want to spread your divine realm and scoop up more Divinity!

Agleya is already recognized as the Sea God around Sword Bay. Aren’t you planning to let her name resound through the whole of Toril?

Although the sailors here indeed will spread Agleya’s name around the world, it’s too slow, resulting in only those at sea hearing her name.

There might even be many ambitious individuals who would compete with her for divine authority. On other continents, it seems there are other Sea Gods too, just that none have the strength to leave their own continents.

Surely Agleya can’t be less deterred than that seaweed!"

Hill bit his own cheek involuntarily, such things, as a deity, could you casually say them to anyone other than your own followers?

And, you deities, do you really call Ambori seaweed when chatting?

"Everything must be done according to one’s capabilities." Hill suppressed his helpless feelings and responded bluntly, "Before starting anything, one must consider whether there is a chance of failure, what the consequences of failure would be, and whether one can bear those consequences.

If you can bear them, you can gamble.

If you can’t, that’s courting death."

Lansendel, seemingly thoughtful, lounged in the chair, letting it drift around in the air, his beautiful golden tail flicking lightly in mid-air, occasionally spreading it.

Agleya sneakily looked a few times; the Golden Peacock’s display really was quite beautiful.