Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 845 Flange Requirements

For Hill's teasing, Lynn could only smile helplessly: Tire's followers were once synonymous with stubbornness... When people mentioned them thousands of years ago, they would sigh: If others don't hit the south wall and don't look back, Tyre But the believers are trying their best to knock down the wall.

As a result, 1000 years later, the priests of Tire understood even these little tricks that were not on the table.

"Actually, the envoy from Neverwinter has been here for several days...but I am very dissatisfied with his attitude, so I didn't mention it to you at all." Lynn frowned and said, "As for the turmoil in the Temple of Heim, I don't know. There are also some, after all, they did not stay very comfortably in Aglaia... Not many people here will believe in Heim, after all, there are many non-human races, and it is already very cultivated not to scold him.

But I really didn't expect them to decide so quickly, and they didn't even wait for the paladins from Luskan to come back. In the past, the Temple of Heim always showed that these paladins belonged to the temple The decision makers are coming, the priests of the temple are not willing to take responsibility for some decisions... Just like the invasion of Maztec, even Heim was dragged into the water, they can say that the paladins were protecting Employer, acted impulsively...

Tsk, no one with a bit of IQ will listen to their nonsense since then.

It's no wonder that the messenger from Neverwinter City simply stayed in the Temple of Heim after being provoked by me today. I guess he must have given the benefits that the priests of the temple could not refuse, which made the Temple of Heim leave so impatiently. I probably think that you will be very angry if you do this, and maybe you will punish me, a city official who did not do things properly. "

Hill took out the contents of his robe pocket and put them on the table, and while throwing the clothes to the puppet beside him, he casually asked, "Leave the Temple of Helm if you want! Happy? Does their life and death have anything to do with me?"

"Probably because of your decision to garrison the Temple of Heim in Luskan, many people think they are Aglaia's allies!" Lynn picked up a small ball made of mithril on the table and swiped it in the palm of his hand. "But the Temple of Heim knew that their status in Aglaia was not high... They probably planned to take advantage of the fact that the forces in Faerun didn't know much about the fighting situation in Luskan, Take the opportunity to get a big pen.

It happened that the younger brother of the King and Queen of Neverwinter was stimulated by me, jumping up and down over there. I didn't expect him to have the ability to persuade the Temple of Helm to do so.

It seems that King Bann trusts his wife very much, at least he is sure that Neverwinter will accept the price he asked. "

Hill said indifferently: "Don't worry about them, this is definitely not the result Bane wants, don't think that the messenger is really stupid... He just deliberately cut off Bane's chance to find foreign aid.

The Temple of Haim was indeed found back... But the paladins of Haim would not pay the price of their lives for anyone randomly... The believers of Haim actually obeyed the teachings, and they still respected the lords or employers who were willing to follow. Loyal...but Bane isn't worth that much.

The queen of Bane should be the Arcanist.

He really has the guts!This is sending out the future of Neverwinter.

Arcanists with slightly higher levels will mostly choose to turn into liches at the end of their lives... There may not be so many troublesome nobles in Neverwinter, but which king would like to have a king standing on his head forever? An old grandmother?
Bane may have understood this point, so he wants to go back to the Temple of Tyr so much... Unfortunately, you see, he can't even decide who to send to the city of Aglaia now.

So we don't have to worry about anything.

The arcanists in the Temple of Heim and Nether are not good things, and there is nothing to regret if they fail.

It's fine for the Knights of Justice to get away. I still appreciate Tyre and his Knights of Justice. "

Lin En smiled and nodded: "Ah...so that's the case, it seems that the former king of Neverwinter City also had a lot of careful thoughts...it's not really that selfless and dedicated.

Also, after sitting on the throne, his mentality will definitely change, no wonder he would agree with Ben to marry a wife from an ordinary family.

Forget it, let's not mention this...Neverwinter City has no value for you to worry about.

By the way, Hill, why are you making the roads this wide?

I just estimated and measured it, why don't you use an integer?This requires a lot of tools!
Although it may not be a troublesome thing for you, it is impossible for you to do all the roads!The dignity of the lord still needs to be protected...

So, in the future, will other roads in the territory also have this width?

For ordinary professionals, this is a bit too heavy a burden!Do you still plan to make a special tool for this matter? "

Hill's hand that was pouring the wine froze in mid-air... He naturally used the basic value of a first-class road. If he continued to build it, he might have to draw a two-way four-lane road.

"The roads in the city don't need to be so wide... You can build them according to the width you are used to." Hill said slowly, and with a little force on his fingers, he pushed the wine glass to Lynn, "I just set it up randomly, there is no reason , probably because the junction with Faerun's Long Road is just that wide."

Lynn nodded. In fact, he just asked casually, to make sure if Hill would require the roads in the city to be that wide, as long as there is an answer.

The lords of Toril have always had their own logic, and there are not a few who have strict requirements on the color of buildings. As a mayor, he still has to ask the lord what he thinks, but Lynn also thinks that Hill just pulled it off. A way... This kind of person who can cast spells at will is really enviable.

He looked at the small ball in his hand and asked, "What is this? It's carved beautifully and feels good in the hand."

"Oh...the space station coordinates of the Mithril Elves." Hill replied with his head tilted. "I have to contact Corellon and ask his messenger to help deliver some supplies to the Mithril Elves trapped in the space station."

Lin En's left hand holding the mithril ball couldn't help shaking. He quickly held his left hand with his right hand and gently put the small ball back on the table: "Please take good care of such an important thing!"

Hill said indifferently: "I put it in my pocket just now, and put it on the table when I came back. It's made of Mithril, how can it be so easy to break?

And I already memorized the coordinates and the route map... I just contacted Corellon to pass this information on to him, but I couldn't send anything. "

Lynn couldn't help laughing: "It's not easy to break? Do you dare to hold it hard? Why am I so cautious about Mithril? Who is it?
In the past, this thing could be used as a weapon in my eyes... As a result, after staying with you for a long time, I feel that the Mithril Ball is not strong. "

Hill said without changing his face: "It will be fine in the future, you will get used to it... At worst, you can try your strength limit again."

Lin En shook his head helplessly: "I won't talk nonsense with you anymore... Then, don't we need to show something when the Temple of Ham leaves tomorrow morning?"

"It's good to live a normal life." Hill said lightly, "There is no difference between their departure and the departure of a caravan to Aglaia."

Lynn nodded happily, and decided to take his leave and leave, leaving room for Hill, who was about to contact Corellon, but when he walked to the door, he remembered another thing: "Mr. Here, I have collected most of the ingredients, but some herbs that require freshness are really difficult for me. The herb merchants can't find so many ingredients in winter, and there are also problems with delivery.

Most of the undead are now on Luskan's side, and Toril's merchants don't have so much space for equipment. "

Hill grabbed his long hair: "Ah... my grandfather probably thought that I would build a plantation in my own territory, and the pharmacists at Tra Hill would do the same."

He lay down on the table and groaned: "But I don't like refining medicine very much, so I didn't bother at all."

Hill, who usually doesn't need any medicine at all, even forgot that there is such a thing.

Lynn, who is already familiar with the undead, can understand what Hill said. Trasil is very good at building independent large spaces. With Hill's ability, it is easy to create a magic botanical garden full of magic power.

He couldn't help laughing, no wonder Fran asked for the freshest herbs... His head was dizzy when he first received the list.

Hill lowered his head and estimated: "Should I put the herb garden in the city hall or your house?"

Lynn thought for a while before asking: "Can't it be placed in the floating castle?"

"It's better not to." Hill shook his head and said, "Both places need to consume energy.

Although the magic circle in the floating castle can also absorb the nearby elemental power to offset this consumption.But there are too many things on Toril's side, who knows if something will go wrong one day and the energy pool in the castle will be emptied in an instant.

It is better to place the herb garden on the ground... When the energy is not enough, it can grow according to the natural law of growth. "

Lynn glanced at Hill silently, feeling that his friend probably had a different understanding of nature than normal people.

He shook his head helplessly: "When the time comes, you can ask Martha what herbs she has... You can take your time for other things, but you'd better finish what Mr. Fran asks quickly.

Judging by his attitude, he will feel that I am slow when I deliver it tomorrow morning. "

He showed a bright smile to his friend: "I thought he made such a terrible request because he didn't understand the environment in Faerun... But now it seems that if I can't do it, the unlucky person may It's you."

Lynn smiled and left, leaving Hill with a twitching corner of his mouth.

What Fran has always disliked the most is Hill and Adrian's unconventional habits... If he doesn't want to be taken over to make a full set of potions again, he'd better hurry up.

(End of this chapter)