Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 558 The Northern Continent, A Bit of Reality Shown

Hill thought about the catalogs of the gods he had seen recently. The singers were indeed seeking information and spreading some stories as their main business, such as the past and present lives of the prince of lies Cyric.

Otherwise, it is obviously a thief, and normally the first reaction is that Mask's people are coming.

Only the singer's subordinates would think of Cyric first.

The Prince of Lies, who has always been uncertain, will always give rich rewards to his subordinates who find trouble for the singer.

If he can catch the singer himself who likes to incarnate in the world and sing everywhere for fun, Dark Sun will even give up his conspiracy for a short time, and find a fault first.

Hill quite agrees with the introduction to the singer in this catalogue.

He still remembered the performance of the God of Singing when Gurns was there.

In fact, the main purpose of the singer was not to fight the devil, but to find out what happened, and to inquire about the devil and even Shar's movements.

If it weren't for a few friends who wanted revenge, the singer might have left without even showing his face.

The goddess of magic would ask him to come forward, probably because he is good at scouting out information and hiding his existence from the eyes of the devil.

The God of Singing has been in Guerns for so many years, but the famously suspicious devil king really didn't notice him.

If Lin En really followed the will of the main god, he really didn't have to worry about him impulsively confronting the dragon directly.

"So is it safe now?" Hill asked flatly.

"Of course, the coldest period in the northern continent will soon be here." Lin En laughed, "At this time, except for the priest of the Frost Maiden, who would want to go out?
Even if you are not afraid of that cold existence, you will not like that nasty weather. "

Hill looked at Lynn curiously. It seems that people from the Silver Moon Alliance will also use the priest of the Frost Maiden to send letters!
"Don't be surprised." Lynn told Hill with a smile, "Many human women in the Northern Continent use the killing of domestic animals to replace the evil demands of the Frost Maiden.

Therefore, many of her sacrifices are in the neutral camp, and no one will have any demands on the lady who kills a chicken every month. "

"She is willing too?" Hill was very surprised, "She is from the evil camp!"

"There are almost no believers. The evil gods who can only maintain their divine power can only rely on making the north colder and colder. They don't have so many high requirements. It's good if someone is willing to believe in them." Lin En showed a strange smile, "It's just such a sacrifice. It might just be promoted by her favor, but no one in the Northland girls cares.

Those who can become her priests have no other way to survive. Sending letters in the ice and snow is the best way they can find.

Don't look at the girl who doesn't care much about these people who believe in her after rushing to be postmen, but if someone really does something to them, the girl will still fly into a rage.

Her sacrificial inauguration ceremony, now that her faith is becoming more and more missing, there are so many people risking their lives to be inaugurated.

Only those girls who can't survive will choose the Frost Maiden.

With so many girls, there will always be a few who will go astray, she just chooses the one she wants.

In fact, many forces in the Northern Continent have a tacit understanding with the Frost Maiden.

If she doesn't shoot casually, her priests can live a normal life. "

Hill was silent for a while. The Frost Maiden had indeed not caused any massacre for many years, unless someone wanted to die by herself and ran near her temple.

Hill originally thought that she was afraid of the pair of silver dragons and golden queens and Alustriel in the Northland, but it turned out that she was trying to keep her divine power from Talos!
"Are ordinary people in the Northern Continent so miserable?" Hilton paused for a moment before asking, "I remember..."

"The Northland is very good, but only people from the good camp can settle there." Lynn sighed, "The Silver Moon Alliance is far behind, let alone the Sword Coast.

We don't have so many things here, that's because most people are professionals, even if there are ordinary people, there are relatives of professionals.

And most rangers are followers of Melika, even if they don't do good deeds, they won't do evil casually.

Not to mention there are two other temples and a library run by a mage, how many people are there in Cuerva!
Even if there is something in the dark, it will be hidden as deep as possible.

Those beings in the shadows will try their best to choose other places, and they usually only leave some eyes here.

But that's it, there will be problems everywhere next door, no one knows, trouble and disaster will come one day.

As for Silvermoon City, and that Waterdeep City, it was never ordinary people who lived happily.

The more prosperous the place, the easier it is for ordinary people to get into trouble.

Life may be okay, but the pain is always there.

There are always people who don't want to live without dignity.

Especially for many women in the north, they have heard so many great women's stories, but they live so humblely, and some of them are as miserable as the mud in the sewer.

The sacrifice of the Frost Maiden is the easiest path they can reach.

As long as she walks in the snow in a single suit and persists until the dawn of the sun, so that she will not freeze to death in the coldest night in the north, the Frost Maiden will accept her. The requirement is what creature to kill. "

Hill turned his head and glanced at Lynn. When he spoke, his face was expressionless, and he was already numb to these things in human society.

As a half-elf, Lynn would at most help the poor people he met, and had a little respect for those women who survived by their own will, but they would never have the stupid idea of ​​changing human society.

And humans who have become accustomed to this kind of life will not have it.

To a certain extent, the people at the bottom of the society have not been completely blocked from making progress. As long as they struggle desperately, someone will always be able to get out of the mud pit.

There will be no anger that burns the whole world.

Therefore, a world like Faerun will only go on like this.

Hill sighed softly in his heart, and used his own reason to suppress the useless emotions.

This is a problem that William can't solve with his huge army of undead.

Moreover, Hill didn't think that William would work so hard for Faerun.

He regards Tra Hill as half of his hometown, so he works so hard to build his own country, but other worlds are not his responsibility.

It can be seen from the battles of Gurns and Ferenriel that William has become more and more like a god, and he only cares about his own world.

"Is your tavern still open? If it's that cold?" Hill asked curiously.

"Of course it must be open! In winter, only my tavern is the only place they can communicate." Lynn said with wide-eyed eyes, "How many interesting news are sung from the winter tavern in the Northland. Usually these adventurers Most of them are wandering outside, so how can they chat and brag for a long time in the tavern!
Otherwise, why would I save so much wine and meat! "

He couldn't help but glanced at Hill: "Fortunately, there is still time to replenish most of the meat into the warehouse, but there is still a little less bacon and smoked sausage. This year's winter has come earlier, and the temperature is not enough."

"Do you need me to help you renovate an ice cellar?" Hill asked without changing his expression, "It can keep fresh meat longer.

They've had bacon for so long and maybe prefer something fresh. "

Lynn waved his hand: "Forget it! Who doesn't have an ice cellar in this place! As long as you don't come to buy it again, my tavern can last until spring."

"Can you hunt in spring?" Hill frowned.

"Of course not, but the farmed meat will be delivered from Silvermoon City." Lin En said with a smile, "There is the Temple of Melika here, who dares to hunt in spring!"

"However, I haven't eaten fresh vegetables for a long time." He looked at Hill suggestively, "For so long, the days when I can only eat potatoes and radishes are too uncomfortable."

Hill laughed: "Of course, I will present a big meal to entertain my dear friends, how about fruits?"

"That's great! After eating meat for a month, I'm so sick." Lynn ignored his own last sentence.

"It's not that you don't have money, why are you saving so much?" Hill asked incomprehensibly.Just like what Lynn said, there is a big ice cellar under his tavern, and Lynn is filled with all kinds of food before winter officially comes.

Of course, there are also fruits and vegetables, but Lynn never eats them himself, and always eats the same signature set meal as the ranger warriors in the tavern.

Although there is a lot of meat, it is not an easy way to eat for half-elves.

Lynn froze for a moment, then sighed and said, "You probably don't have much chance to deal with these ordinary adventurers, so you don't need to learn from me.

But let me tell you a little bit, you have to know what to do when you meet in the future.

In the eyes of these rangers, warriors, and even some thieves, I am just a tavern owner, and the position of the sheriff is not so conspicuous, only when something happens to me will I be found.

They dare to come to drink, eat meat, gamble and brag every day because they think that I am the same as them.

What an expensive thing fruits and vegetables are in winter, only an adventurer who suddenly makes a fortune dares to order a portion!
If I eat it every day, in their eyes, I am no longer a tavern owner, but a magistrate who is similar to a nobleman!

Hill, it is impossible for bards to exist independently of adventurers. I don't want to be a chanter who can only sing praises to the gods. "

Hill could only nod silently, and took Lynn to the big restaurant.

These things are far away from him now, but he does not understand.

Just like the world in the past, those colleagues who pursued progress, in order to understand the relationship between top and bottom, gave up the aloofness brought out by the school, and ate, drank and had fun with anyone who could hook shoulders, and ended up drinking themselves in just a few years. Became alcoholic liver.

Hill glanced at Lynn's nimble figure. The human physique in this world is high enough, not to mention that Lynn is still a half-elf. Maybe he won't have any three highs?

(End of this chapter)