Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill opened the treasure book and couldn't help but smile with an unknown meaning.

There are many elves and half-elves in Silver Moon City, and they have brought many seeds from all over the world, some of which Hill has only heard of.

I saw them all today.

Hill believed that even in Silvermoon City, the only one who knew more or less about his identity was Alustriel.

But at most she knew that Hill might be a powerful mage from another world, a being that transcended legend and could be close to the origin of Toril's magic.

Faced with Hill like this, Alustriel would rather his men think that Hill was a half-elf with a deep background.

Then these seeds are a bit interesting.

The people at the auction obviously knew the identity of Natural Mage Hill and put all this on the first few pages.

Most nature mages like to collect seeds.

But if Hill hadn't thought of buying all the plant seeds he didn't have, then the person behind the auction could probably determine which forest Hill came from.

Hill looked through it calmly, and it seemed that the person behind the auction house was indeed the current city lord.

It is true that Alustriel did not share with him some secret information that the goddess of magic told her.

Unfortunately, Hill also has the simplest solution, Bao Yuan.

He has never been a thrifty mage.

Then Hill saw some plant seeds and strains from the ground.

Hill will definitely buy these things. He is really interested in these plants. He used to find it a bit difficult when constructing the underground plant cycle in Trahill.

Once the underground plants here are well cultivated, they can easily build an underground recycling ecosystem that does not require sunlight.

This should be the result of the invading forces that expelled the drow from the North a few years ago.

Hill called to the steward: "Give me a portion of all the seeds in this album. Is your portion 10? There are so few, so let's get ten!

Please bring 100 copies from these drow areas. "

"These...these are the seeds of magic plants!" The steward stuttered a little, "The price is based on the same level of spellcasting materials."

Hill raised his head and glanced at him lightly: "If I buy more, won't you be able to get more fine gold in exchange for it?"

The steward quickly shut up, turned and walked out the door.

The manager actually came to dissuade Hill from buying it all. Could it be that he still wanted to help Hill save some money?

It seems that this manager's status is not low, at least he knows the meaning of putting seeds at the front.

Hill flipped through a few pages of spell materials, and many magic books appeared behind them.

It seems that his behavior of scanning books in the bookstore yesterday was also noticed.

Hill looked at it for a while and then decided to give up.

What he needs is either the inherited knowledge from the Grand Arcanists or the latest university research results.

The books here are very expensive, but there are not many particularly rare spells.

Hill needed quotes, not antique books.

He flipped through those pages.

Then he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. They were all pure gems of various series.

Looking at the steward who came in with a plate, Hill ran his fingers from top to bottom: "The more gems of this purity, the better. Why are there only a few of each?"

The steward took a look and said with a bitter look on his face: "Dear guest, it's not that I'm trying to shirk, but the quantity of these gems is very limited."

"Then it depends on how much fine gold you want to exchange for!" Hill said with an innocent face, "I'm not the one who wants to exchange, so I don't need to consider how much gold you want to exchange for, right?

The price of these gems plus those seeds probably can't even be exchanged for a fist-sized piece of fine gold, right? "

"Fist... your fist is big!" the steward murmured, raising his fist and shaking his whole body, "Do you need anything else?"

Hill turned back a few pages, looked at the so-called weapons, armor, and high-level magic robes, and shook his head: "This kind of thing is of no use to me."

Unless it was an artifact, Hill would have no need for any weapons and equipment at all. Wouldn't he make the others himself?

No matter what the people behind the auction house wanted to test, it was all meaningless under Hill's fist-sized fine gold. They gave up spying on Hill without hesitation and sent pure gems of various types according to their categories. Dozens of dollars.

Hill pondered the reactions of these people and more or less understood that it was Alustriel who needed the fine gold, and the need was urgent.

Even though there are many petty calculations in his heart, the current Lord of Silver Moon City is still Alustriel's trustworthy deputy, and he will not affect the Supreme Lady's major affairs because of himself.

Hill readily accepted all the gems, took out two fist-sized pieces of fine gold, and then asked the auction house to make up the difference in gold coins.

He suddenly remembered that if he wanted to go to the Swamp of the Dead, he would have to buy some supplies.

No kind god will prevent people who are in danger or difficulty from taking shelter in his temple. Hill must prepare a hotel for Aglaia to allow passers-by to stay overnight and a hotel for those who have no money to stay temporarily. The poor people's common room.

Then the food that ordinary people eat must be stored more. No matter how kind he is, Hill knows not to give too good food to those who ask for help. Just give out a potato.

As for the food grown by oneself, it is absolutely impossible to give it to passers-by to eat or sell. For ordinary people, it can almost be regarded as a good medicine to prolong life.

Hill has no plans to build a city, so it depends on Aglaia's final decision.

Hill glanced at the auctioneer below, who was shouting at the top of his lungs. It seems to be coming to an end.

The final big shot is a luxurious mansion located in the aristocratic area near the Silver Moon Palace.

The nobles in the North almost went crazy.

Alustriel has now moved to the apse, and the straight-line distance from this mansion is incredibly close.

The Supreme Lady can directly see everything in that house if she is interested.

Hill took the large bag of gold coins he found and sighed. Is this the so-called romance of losing everything just for a fleeting glance?

The auction ended quickly, and the price of the property ended up being about the same as the dockyard warehouse Hill had purchased.

This made Hill a little surprised at the trust and admiration of the Northlanders for Alustriel. You must know that Hill's price increased by more than 5 times in the end. The normal price of the dock warehouse was about 100,000, and the Wojin Family Those who shout 200,000 are actually using money to bully people.

Normal businessmen would not casually engage in loss-making business. In the end, they were just trying their best to save face.

However, many people don't actually want Wo'jin to reach into Silvermoon City. If a Wo'jin station appeared in the warehouse district, it would be easy for a loan business to appear, and even places like casinos would start to appear.

For Silvermoon City, which is dominated by the good camp, no one wants to see such a thing, but Alustriel once said that Silvermoon City is open and everyone is welcome to come.

There are even half-drow mages working as professors and deans in the university in Silvermoon City. No matter how bad Wo'jin's reputation is, he is still better than the drow.

They cannot show that they are not welcome.

Hill estimated that the two chambers of commerce were helping Silver Moon City buy time, otherwise it would be impossible to compete with him for more than 200,000 yuan.

Therefore, Hill's action surprised many people. There was actually an enemy of Woking here!

There is nothing anyone can say about this except that Wo'jin's fate is bad.

The auction ended and people began to leave. Everyone seemed to want to leave immediately.

Hill saw Linn with keen eyes, and he walked out of the door among a large group of people.

There were a few people he thought he had seen in the atrium of the hotel.

It seems that no one is looking for trouble with Lynn.

Hill was not worried that someone would cause trouble for Lin En in Silvermoon City. There was a great temple of Myriel, the God of Singing, here.

Anyone who has the ability to offend Miriel will definitely come directly to Hill.

The Woking believers on the opposite side were still in the box, and Hill didn't move.

He doesn't have anything to do anyway, so everyone just has to endure it!

It's just concentration. Hill, who can meditate, is not afraid of this.

In less than an hour, I can't stay there anymore.

Hill then left calmly.

He knew that the person was standing at the stairs on the first floor of the auction house, waiting for him to appear.

Is Hill afraid of how he sees himself?

Of course not, what Hill wanted was for him to stand below and wait for Hill's appearance like those in charge.

If you want to make a bad idea, you have to see if you have the ability!

Looking at the young man in golden attire who glared at him, Hill spoke calmly: "Wojin can't even protect himself now, let alone his own bastard.

With so much money on you, how much can you keep under Mask's hands? "

"Don't talk nonsense! My Lord and His Majesty Mask are definitely not enemies!" The young man's face darkened, and he immediately realized that he had not vetoed Hill's previous sentence, "My Lord is very good! He just plans to stay in the Kingdom of God and be promoted. Medium divine power!”

Hill opened his eyes slightly, and then quickly remained calm.

If Wo'jin really thinks that he will be promoted to medium divine power soon, he can only reach some kind of deal with the Five Color Dragon Queen.

Such as the Dragon Worship Cult.

Hill didn't say anything more. Vol'jin had already lost the favor of the will of Toril because he offended most of the gods.

If she gets mixed up with the evil dragon again, it will be more beautiful during the dragon disaster, but Woking will definitely be even more miserable a year later.

The level of weakness is reduced to weak, which is already close at hand.

At the very least, the sun god Lansander has actually usurped many of Woking's priesthoods, and it doesn't matter if he adds a trading priesthood related to gold coins.

They are all golden, who says they can’t be from the Sun God’s family.

As for whether Mask is Wo'jin's enemy, Hill thinks he can just go out and try.

The moment Hill walked down, he could already feel the twisted shadows outside the auction house door.

Compared with Hill who may spend almost the same amount of money, Wo'jin's Favored who competes with Hill to the end is the target of these thieves who are at least level 17.

That's at least 500,000 gold coins!