Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1792 Hill who made up his mind

Russell looked at Carpenter who was so excited that he almost ran into the door of the aircraft, and shook his head helplessly: "Really... Please forgive me, Carpenter, this is, um, so happy."

Hilbert was not interested in this, but asked lightly, "You seem to have something to say?"

Otherwise, Russell would just choose to apologize and appease Carpenter, instead of standing at Hill's feet as if rooted.

"Teacher, this, the flying machine is a bit too beautiful, don't you think?

On the way to the Tower of Sia, there was a lot of wind and sand. Maybe such a delicate thing is a bit ruined? "

Hill stayed for a few seconds before looking at him in surprise: "You mean this black plate?"

The corners of Russell's mouth twitched... The disdain in his teacher's mouth almost rushed out of the sky and directly above the sun!
But he could only suppress the throbbing veins on his forehead, and said solemnly: "That graceful posture, even if it is a world-famous painting, can only be seen by chance.

And this aircraft... Almost every line is perfect. "

Hill was so surprised by such a terrible and incredible pursuit that he almost went 'huh? 'Speak out.

But he still knows a little bit about himself as a student... Russell is a very hardworking student and has a plan for his life.

Therefore, even when he was unable to meditate for a long time during his apprenticeship, he read a lot of books and learned a lot of so-called noble skills.

Painting is naturally one of them... and the world famous paintings he can see, although they are all replicas, there is nothing missing.

Russell's words, of course he can hear what they mean... If you don't want to reveal your identity, you'd better put a file on the black plate.

Let this aircraft directly become a defective product from a finished product.

Otherwise, it's telling people directly: Gilbert has changed.

Whether it is the Hynarson family or the Tower of the Black Mystery, there is no one who has the aesthetics of Hill and can turn it into a real thing.

Thinking of having to reduce his daily life to such a low level... Hill couldn't help puffing out his cheeks, and his mouth was slightly tilted to one side.

Russell quickly lowered his head...and overturned all his past speculations about his teacher from the bottom of his heart.

Just at that moment, he couldn't believe that this man had grown up.

So, who is the son of god?
No, his teacher is an obvious mage... So, Russell wondered a little bit confused, don't humans in other worlds live longer?
By the way, it might not be human, right?

He was in a trance in the old books of the Tower of Black Mystery, and saw some interesting legends: there would always be some eternally young creatures in them.

But none of the similar creatures in those books seemed to appear as good people, and the best narrations about them in the books he had read seemed to be a bit too much of a prank.

Moreover, after the prank killed many people, he only said "he didn't expect it", and left directly with bloody ground.

In their fairy tale books, it was never a good thing to meet these eternally young but very powerful beings.

As for the mage... no matter how powerful a mage is, if he lives a long time, even if he has a young face, the traces of the years will be written in his eyes and temperament.

Moreover, 300 years is a hurdle.

Just like Gilbert, if he can live to be 300 years old, he will look a little more mature, and he will not have a 30-year-old face like he does now.

Even ordinary people will not admit their mistakes when they see mages.

But those beings in the story are not like that...they are real people who will never grow up.

But Russell didn't feel that his teacher was the same creature as those beings.

In fact, whether it is a mage or an aristocrat, there has always been a secret speculation about that creature: a bad boy who escaped from the Kingdom of God.

In their world, they still wouldn't doubt whether the goddess was really kind and great...it was impossible.

Even if it was before, after so many years of hard life, it definitely won't be.

The world is so dirty, how can the incarnation of the world be truth, goodness and beauty?

No matter how beautiful their words of praise are, they know it clearly in their hearts... Only poor people who have never had time to think think about nothing.

But their praise of the goddess is nothing but chatter.

Therefore, these so-called fairy tales have always been gossip.

Everyone understands what they are talking about.

Therefore, in other worlds, the real longevity species also have their teacher... It is obvious that this teacher in their family cannot be a flower struggling out of the mud, but can only be the most brilliant blooming flower.

Russell suddenly felt a little envious.

Although I don't hate and hate my own world... After all, there would be no him without this world, and Russell can't even think of this... But envy is always inevitable.

Although his life is not bad, he still yearns for a better life.

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Of course, Hill didn't realize that he had exposed too thoroughly, he was just making painful choices:
If he didn't want to be exposed as soon as he went out, he had to change the aircraft.

But Hill absolutely didn't believe that he could persist with Dela Cruz until the end without being exposed... Then this aircraft would most likely make him laugh to death.

Most importantly, de la Cruz will definitely ask Farlan for his thoughts on this.

Even though everyone knew that this was just Hill's expedient measure... But, Delacroux didn't need to be a human being, and he never wanted to.

Hill silently landed on the top of the flying saucer, stepping on it and fell into deep thought: So, if he wants to prevent himself from becoming a joke on the mouth of Dela Cruz, he has to try to catch that guy?
After all, he must choose serious business over that innocuous little ridicule.

tsk~
Hill, who didn't want to pay too much attention to what Dela Cruz was doing, made up his mind... At least he had to understand how De La Cruz came into this world, especially who got him in.

Although that person does care about the survival of Trasil, he is definitely not the type to take the initiative to take risks... How dangerous this world is, anyone with a discerning eye can see it from outside the universe.

Hill wouldn't believe that Dela Cruz would choose to jump in on his own initiative.

He must have been tricked by others, and even jumped in randomly when he was being hunted down.

Hill still hasn't figured out what happened to the guest from the star world who was dedicated to the goddess by the Tower of Black Misty back then!

There might be an answer to the Tower of Sia... Especially, Hill has always felt that the Tower of Black Misfortune suddenly became as if it was suddenly rubbed by the skirt of the Goddess of Misfortune because of the dedication of the guest from the astral world. , which is somewhat abnormal.

If the Tower of Black Misty was really completely rejected by some unknown existence because of this incident...then they should not even be able to use spells like summoning meteorites.

However they can be used, but the number of meteorites summoned is not enough.

Unless there is some earth elemental god squatting outside the universe, staring at them and blocking the way, otherwise, this is really difficult to do.

However, based on Hill's understanding of elemental creatures, they would rather use this time and energy to play ball throwing games than waste it on a group of creatures that don't care at all.

Includes elemental creatures of evil alignment.

So, in fact, Hill has always been a little curious about this matter... but after discovering Dela Cruz, he quietly suppressed this curiosity.

Dela Cruz's thoughts are denser and thinner than Rose's spider magic web... well, dirty... the guy can only avoid being noticed by him if he doesn't look or think.

However, at this moment, Hill made up his mind: if he must lose face in front of the old guy, then he must also hold the handle of Dela Cruz in his hand.

Only in this way can that mouth that doesn't know what it means to be a human be honestly shut!

Hill clenched his fist in grief and anger, and took out a large chisel made of fine iron... I never thought that one day, he would choose to scribble on his work!

The only thing he feels better about is: Fortunately, this thing is round.

Then again, De La Cruz himself was a master alchemist.

The aesthetic shock suffered by Hill will only be more uncomfortable for the old guy who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

It's the same even if he went to other worlds before: Although the devil's aesthetics are a bit biased, they still have aesthetics.

Unlike this weird world, the plates are not as good as those made by dwarf miners!
Ugh!
(End of this chapter)