Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster - Chapter 9: Poor William

Chapter 9: Poor William

The Mountains around Hill territory were endless, tall, and majestic. Only the top of the mountain could be seen, but the foot of the mountain could not be seen.

When he was patrolling, he felt a strong demonic aura. Hill couldn’t afford to provoke them, but where there could be such powerful monsters, there must be magical materials and treasures, and there might even be magic spar mines. So it’s just right for Frank to use as the construction of the magic tower. With Frank’s ability, a legendary magic tower could be built. Still, it was not as powerful as the capital’s magic towers built on super-large element mines. Compared to the danger of fighting with players in the future, such a price seems very small to Hill.

Adrian looked at Hill and said, “Why are you so afraid of these undead?”

Hill replied, “What I am afraid of is the gods. If you really bring tens of thousands of professionals, there may be a battle of gods!”

Adrian was surprised: “Do you think the undead who came will still be professionals?”

“Yes.” Hill said calmly: “My grandfather also thought of this before, so he felt the need to leave!”

Adrian couldn’t stand any longer. He wavered a few times and said, “I have to go home once. Anyway, I have to tell my father.” Hill remembered that Adrian’s father was a marquis of the Great Knight class. Although The place where he was located was relatively far from the capital, he couldn’t escape the royal battle, not to mention that Adrian’s mother also came from a branch of the royal family. Although Adrian did not have the right of inheritance, his father also paid a great price to send him to Frank. Although he had been ignored since then, he was already a perfect father in this society. Adrian didn’t feel rest assured. It was normal.

Hill said: “Explain to him that the favored people around Prince William are very crazy because they can’t die! And it is said that more than tens of thousands of professionals will come, so let them stay in the territory and do not do unnecessary things. And in recent years, all the gods’ eyes will be fixed on Salar, and they don’t want to be judge by the Paladins, so be nice to the common people.”

Adrian was going crazy: “And this! How do they know the limit! The best thing they can do to the commoners is not to increase taxes! That’s because the royal family’s taxes are enough! Their only bottom line is that the commoners don’t die!”

Hill knew that Adrian’s family was pretty good in this era. Although they would kill slaves who offended them, they didn’t have the desire to kill citizens in their territory. Many nobles have a lot of taxes in addition to royal taxes. In fact, the tax collected by the royal family was collected by the nobles, and each tax must be distributed to the nobles who owned the fief. This money was enough if it was not for the arrogant and lustful nobles. But there were always people who thought that civilians and slaves were worthless, and it was an honor to die for them! So taxes were added even when they knew the Paladins could come to judge. It’s just that there were too few paladins, and most of them were guarded in the temple. There was more darkness in places where the gods didn’t pay attention.

Earl Perast did not add any tax because his fief was near the capital, and all the temples could see his situation. But the people of this family were very fond of whipping the commoners who offended them. So when William took the player back to the capital, Hill couldn’t wait to hear what happened to him.

Hill said to Adrian: “Tell them not to beat people as much as possible. If you punish people, you should lock them up, and don’t starve them to death. I remember that your father is religious, and it is best to find a bishop to look at it. Don’t be biased to change camp.”

Adrian said: “They also admire His Majesty the God of Knowledge! So his Majesty’s followers only need to be lawful, and I will ask him to ask the paladin to guard the territory when I return! In the territory with a temple, the followers of other gods can not take care of it.”

Hill said: “Don’t pay attention then! Prince William may bring people all over Salar! In order to compete for faith, if they see something, they will definitely intervene!”

Adrian sighed: “It’s better to take this opportunity to change your style, and bullying the commoners is not glorious. They are considered good among the nobles, but it’s better to be more restrained if they are afraid of bad luck!”

Hill nodded in agreement: “The Perast will be unlucky, so close to the capital. William’s undead will definitely go to Baima Town.”

Adrian smiled and said, “The only comfort?”

Hill replied: “Well, although I am happy to see them being unlucky, you’d better have a good meal and have a good rest to set off to your father’s town early tomorrow morning. Come back immediately after the explanation is clear. Grandfather will come at any time!”

Adrian waved his hand and went back to his room.

Hill knew that Adrian wasn’t in a hurry, but Adrian didn’t realize that the so-called madness of the undead he saw during this time was just preferential treatment from the Novice Era. Players were still busy upgrading, and they had no time to discuss the worldview, game background, and the use of skills. ABy the time the players started to care would be crazier and not afraid of death. When William releases them from the territory, Adrian would need to refresh his cognition. And that was also crazy enough to shock the gods. Hill didn’t know which god was so courageous.

Hill sighed, thinking that life was just about staying at home and burying his head in the study.

But he touched his chest: whether it was his past world or not, there was always something that made his heart waver.

He missed the people in modern society and all the swear words in the game. He didn’t want Frank and the others to contact the player because these people would definitely make them collapse, but he wanted to see it himself very much.

Hill made an excuse for himself. But first, he needed to confirm whether William was the incarnation of a god or a transmigrator with golden fingers. After all, Salar was so close to him!

After Adrian left, Hill asked Liszt to help him cover his whereabouts, secretly told Alice where he was going, and left the territory.

He waited for a few days near the border city and then waited for an opportunity to get into a carriage carrying furs. This kind of caravan goes in and out of the kingdom all time and could easily enter Salar without being suspected.

Sure enough, the soldiers guarding the gate were focused on counting the number of carriages, not checking the inside.

After entering Salar, he wore a robe and a hood to hide his face. He flew all the way and saw many mages in the same direction.

The mage had always been very interested in gods. So they secretly researched the origin of gods and analyzed the source of divine power. It is estimated that all the legendary mages at the top have done it.

There had always been a saying in the mage: curiosity is the source of the mage’s progress, and it is also the source of the mage’s decline.

Suddenly a new god appeared, and these mages couldn’t sit still.

Now, most mages were still patient. However, after knowing tens of thousands of undead would appear, it was estimated that even a legendary would come.

After thinking about it, Hill thought it would be better to go and see it as soon as possible. But first, he must see William with his own eyes.

After 10 days, Hill finally arrived at William’s territory.

He could fly all the way. Hill estimated that from here to his territory, it would take more than half a year for this group of players to appear in a big way. Three years definitely was not a problem for William if he still wanted to fight for the throne.

Hill was relieved. Even if Frank didn’t come in three years, he could safely seal the territory.

At that time, the land that slopes to the left mountain range along the valley’s entrance would be made into a town center to earn money from the players.

Hill would let the Tree Man take root on all land except for the magic tower and the forest area as long the players didn’t enter the valley anymore.

And he would appear in the town from time to time as the tower owner. It is estimated that it could prevent the curiosity of most players.

Just let the players regard him as the village chief of the new map, as long as he was not regarded as a big boss.

As for Frank, as long as he was regarded as the super backstage behind the little lord, those players would try their best to find quests from Lord Hill. As long as Hill survived, life would go on.

Hill looked at the players with a string of strange names above their heads William’s territory came and went in a hurry, built houses, and hunted. Then, he silently said: “From now on, I am a hidden npc, to test the players’s the bottom line, with a series of missions. And used the tittle of lord as means!”

Hill quietly landed on a big tree that stood a thousand meters away from Lord William’s mansion.

As the contractor of the wood elements, his breath could easily be blended with the trees.

This tree was estimated to be tens of thousands of years old and already had consciousness. As soon as Hill found a branch with a good view and just sat down, some branches and leaves stretched out to hide him tightly. Hill’s elf bloodline allows him to easily see the lord’s mansion thousands of meters away.

William deserved to be the protagonist of a western fantasy novel or game. He was tall and handsome, blond and blue-eyed, a living prince charming who had come to reality.

The force of the Heavenly Knight gave him confidence, and William, who did not need to worry about the assassination, stood at the gate of the lord’s mansion for an hour every morning wearing a prince’s formal attire and sent ten adventure missions to the players.

Hill’s stomach hurts from laughing after seeing these players fighting for William’s attention daily.

Finally, Hill could be sure that William was a transmigrator.

Although the prince looked indifferent and rigid in front of the players, the expression shown when his face turned away was enough for Hill to make a few sets of emojis.

There was a little loli named Perfect Bald Head who bravely rushed to the front daily. He will beg William to send a task with a soft voice. That cute, gentle tone always makes the corners of William’s eyes jump.

Every time after receiving a task from William, this bald loli would walk just a little distance away and change to a man’s rough voice shouting, “brothers gather!”

Hill felt that William wanted to beat the bald loli up.

Their group is about a dozen people who seemed to be a guild, calling families and friends, hanging out, and laughing together.

There was also a girl named Old Aunt who kept saying that she would also take on a mission from William and that Prince William must send a message to me, dear Old Aunt, ah, ah, die without regret!

It’s a pity that she was unlucky, and William never gave her the task.

Hill looked at the blue veins behind William’s ears as he listened to these conversations and expressed his heartfelt sympathy.

There was also a group of players whose all professions were swordsmen and knights, tall and robust. Often hand in hand in a circle, crowding out the scattered players, a knight called Doomsday Love took the lead and constantly pestered Prince William to talk for half an hour. Even after the prince gave them a task, they would chat for one hour. Finally, William pushed everyone away and turned back to the lord’s mansion.

Seeing William, Hill couldn’t help to sigh. When this Doomsday Love was talking, William’s hand kept rubbing against the dagger around his waist.