Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 94 Players who love to join in the fun
Even though Adrian pretended to be idle and waited, and quickly retreated, Hensley still didn't give up and asked, "Does Mr. Adrian attach great importance to this territory? He brought so many people here."

Adrian rolled his eyes lightly and said without hesitation: "Then what can be done, who keeps the undead all day and night! The royal shops in Salar are not closed!
Then my store can't be closed, and two groups of people must be arranged to open in turn. "

"I didn't expect that Mr. Adrian attaches so much importance to the undead!" Hensley said with a sigh: "Mr. Frank, is that what you mean?"

Adrian glanced at the lively undead, and suddenly said loudly: "Alchemist, always respect all customers!"

He glanced at Hensley: "We are not as powerful as legends. We can directly obtain various materials from outside the material world, and we can only rely on powerful professionals!"

Hill heard a sentence from the crowd: "Respect all customers who can pay." He almost laughed.

Adrian blinked: "Without money, you can pay for labor. And there are no undead without money.

Don't take Hill's shop as the standard for an alchemy shop!

Ordinary alchemists can afford a grocery store. "

Hensley looked thoughtfully at Adrian, who was so friendly to the undead.

Hill didn't worry about him imitating Adrian.

With his nature, seeing the friendly and enthusiastic attitude of players towards NPCs, it is easy to slip into the abyss of pure use.

When the relationship between him and the player has changed from friendly to neutral, he should know what it means to turn his face and not recognize someone.

Adrian paid attention to the players as soon as they appeared, and with Hill's help, he completely showed the nobleman's long-sleeved and good-dancing style when facing people of the same level. He was polite and disciplined, but kept his distance.

Phillips snorted again and said goodbye to Adrian coldly: "Don't forget that you are still a wizard. I'll go first."

Hill listened to this completely disdainful of the player's words, and felt that Phillips was going to have bad luck.

This is the home base for pvp players.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye: players were already discussing why Phillips was still in the friendly camp.

It's just that they asked why he was still green, Adrian and Hensley didn't understand, but they were keenly aware of the sudden change in the atmosphere.

Hensley said goodbye quickly, pulled the archmage and walked back quickly.

Adrian glanced at Hill, and Hill shook his head to indicate that it had nothing to do with them.

He smiled again and said to the onlookers: "Can I invite you to go outside the promenade? I'm going to build a store."

Then handed a blueprint to Hill.

Hill rolled his eyes and called out the earth element in his shop.

"How do I find Hill?"

"Hill seems to be a summoning mage. The earth element follows every day."

"Is it the kind of one person who supports an army? It's all sorcerer-level elements!"

"Below the legend, isn't Hill the best?"

"It doesn't seem to work. It is said that the mages and priests in this place have all the expulsion techniques. How can a wizard-level person send 7 or 8 away at a time.

Anyway, it seems that Hill is not easy to kill, but people are not afraid of being killed by him. "

The players discussed while moving to the corridor.

Hill controlled the twisting of the corners of his mouth: I haven't made a few shots, how did you collect the information?
"Is that the legend can kill Hill?"

They are still discussing!

"How is that possible? Just look at his rich and powerful appearance!

How could there be no means of escape. "

"There is an alchemist behind him! Last time I went to Obastian, the mage there said that he had gone on a trip, and Fran must have given him a legendary puppet. Envy, jealousy and hatred on his face!"

"So Flange is the strongest?"

"I didn't see the two legendary students, Baba ran over to say hello. There are so many rules here, and those two faces are raised so high! If Adrian's status is lower than them, he will definitely not come up!"

Hill sometimes wished William would block these NPC discussions. NPCs don't want to listen.

Just like the two people below, their mental power must be placed here, but they can only tolerate these chatter words.

No way, the more people are cattle.

Adrian put a large pile of materials on the open space with a blank expression, and took a few apprentices on board and flew.

Holding the blueprint, Hill tried his best to get rid of the gossip outside, and meditated carefully in his mind.

The earth element quickly resonated with Hill's soul, and quickly rushed to the various ores on the ground.

A 500-square-meter two-and-a-half-story building took about 2 minutes to set up the frame.

Anyway, Hill is only responsible for construction, not decoration.

Adrian used obsidian as the material for the building, engraved a magic circle, and used an intermediate-level taling as the core of the store. It was enough for these apprentices. When danger came, they escaped into the underground secret room.

Therefore, Adrian must let Hill build, only his earth element can quietly create a secret room dozens of meters deep underneath.

In the roar of the earth elements above, the other one secretly dug directly into the belly of the mountain and built a three-bedroom and one-hall.

Everyone knows that the secret room will be built, but it must not be easy for people to find the specific location.

In the sound of the surrounding players sighing loudly about the convenience of building a house with the earth element, Adrian jumped down, entered the house, and began to describe the magic circle and make a simple decoration.

Seeing that he quickly took out a large piece of crystal to make a floor-to-ceiling window, he suddenly exclaimed, "These two together can kill a city's foreman, right?"

Hill glanced quickly: Black Rose's.

Sure enough, it is the subordinate of the foreman, and he is quite sensitive to this aspect.

"So why doesn't the perfect bald head play the earth mage?

Get a few more earth elements, why bother we have to build our own house!

I can pay to hire him!

The foreman has done a lot of work, has he paid all the things he learned to his school? "

Hill looked at the young master who complained loudly and felt that he was really not afraid of death!The people standing around him are all black roses!
But soon he twitched the corners of his mouth, watching those few people all agree.It seems that they want him to help build houses more than the dignity of their own helper.

Hill looked at the players standing on the promenade, and gently transformed the material of the stone corridor with a spell. He used to think that he would not be able to keep it in a fight, and he didn't want to waste mana to strengthen the material of the corridor.

But forget, players also like to stand on the roof.

"Is this stone discolored?" Someone soon found out.

"Hill must have done it, he looked at us several times.

Are you afraid we will crush the roof? "

"666. Look at the magic they use, it's silent!"

"You can also use silent mode!"

"Are you stupid? You know what to use by looking at the gestures."

"I don't know. Why should I memorize other people's gestures?"

The man was speechless for a while, and after a long time he said, "Isn't this all about pvp?"

"Ask how the sword became pvp, I don't know." Another person was even more angry.

"Ask the sword!
Then you have to ask Mr. "

Hill felt that this was a sudden realization, and he did not intend to continue the arguing posture at all, which was very insulting.

"Ask P. He doesn't know it himself."

However, the person who asked about the sword didn't care at all.

Hill faintly heard someone singing: "Young master, a gust of wind, Wen Jianquan is stunned."

The young master was in front of him, watching the excitement with his arms crossed, completely ignoring the discussion about him later.

These gang leaders, no matter what else, are definitely one for the thickness of their skin.

They are all typical representatives of being accustomed to scolding.

"Hill! Hill!"

Hill heard someone calling him and looked back.

"The ink pen is outside, looking for you."

He nodded, flew up gently, and landed next to the heart of the ink pen with raised feet.

"Why don't you just fly in and find me?" Hill asked in surprise.

The girl next to him painted with a smile: "Mr. Hill, this guy flew to the ground, resigned to his fate, and his voice was loud and crooked.

With so many gang members, he should not go in and be ashamed. "

Mobichen Xin did not refute it at all, and acquiesced.

Hill blinked, a little confused about how their flying skills were used.

Probably also has to do with the sense of direction!

Mo Bichen cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Hill. I heard you have a kind of puppet that can cook?" He asked eagerly, "Can we buy it too? Is there a limited quantity?"

"This thing is very easy to do, but it needs a powerful tower to instill skills." Hill replied: "I'm not in the tower now, and Liszt is more free. I should be able to do some.

Just go to him directly.

But the number of puppets I made myself is not very large. You can choose the appearance in the front, and only the standard puppets made by the alchemy workshop. "

The paintbrush smiled at Hill with a cute heart, and then took off and ran.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hill." Mobichen scratched his head, "Brushi wants to open a restaurant."

Some of you are thinking of opening a restaurant!

"That's good." Hill replied with a smile: "I only have light meals there. I can handle it for a while, but not for a long time."

"Hehe." Mo Bichen said embarrassedly: "We also heard that there is a puppet that can cook, so we dare to open a restaurant!
Otherwise, who would dare to eat what we made!

The paintbrush can't cook at all, but he still wants to do it.

No one wanted her to be poisoned.

There is a cooking puppet, let her look the best. "

Can you tell me this?Hill glanced at the silly boy: so many people around were listening!
I don't know how many people have already sent these words to the brush, right?
Mo Bichen was unaware and continued to ask, "Mr. Hill, how long will those two stores be open?

Do I have to keep the storefront for them if I leave? "

Hill suppressed his white eyes: Do you want them to leave and take up those two houses directly?
"Just ask when they leave," Hill said. "Give them some time, and then take back the territory."

Mo Bichen nodded happily: "As for their virtues that are higher than the sky, they won't stay with me."

Hill twitched the corners of his mouth: "Please be polite."

Mo Bichen suddenly realized: "Ah! It is said that some mages like to use their mental power to eavesdrop, right?
Don't worry, no one will bother with us about this bad talk. "

So you know they can hear it, but you still have to say yes?

He waved his hand suddenly: "In my lord's mansion, can they also listen?"

"I don't know." Hill could only say calmly: "There should be an introduction in your lord control core."

"Then I'll go take a look first." Mo Bichen quickly slipped away, "I'll go to your store later."

Is there a problem?Hill frowned and thought, since he came to the player's territory, his brows are about to wrinkle.

He glanced back: the dark crystal-like exterior of the store had become radiant.

Adrian has opened the core of the store, and the light of various magic circles has also shone.

"Mr. Hill!" a player yelled.

Hill looked at him and tilted his head suspiciously.

"Can you add a few more tables in the promenade! There is no place to put the water!" The player completely ignored the commotion and shouted loudly.

Hill thought about it, and the earth element emerged from the soil and stood on both sides of the corridor: they used spells together, and on the supporting pillars, inlaid small folding round tables that could be pulled down.

The table is not big, but enough for something to eat and drink.

Hill quickly flew up and went back to his store.

He felt that if he stayed any longer, there would probably be strange requests.

Hill sat on the third floor and waited quietly, and Adrian came upstairs soon.

"Hill, do you understand what Hensley meant?" Adrian sat on the sofa and asked seriously.

"Understood, he said that I was already a magician. When he was doing things, he would only treat me as an equal, sow discord, intrigue, and would never exclude me."

Hill glanced at Adrian: "Uncle Adrian, don't worry about me.

I don't like these things, but that doesn't mean I can't handle them.

My father's third wife was much higher than Hensley.

I watched it for four years. "

Hill thought to himself: How many years have I watched novels and TV!This method is not as good as the little talents in the harem texts.

Hill, who is political and so on, doesn't quite understand it, but Hill is not afraid of such provocation with his mouth.

Adrian nodded: "That's true. Hensley's methods can only be used by arrogant mages.

For those who came from the great aristocracy, few of them worked.

But don't play stupid.What I'm saying is that he might trick you in the future. "

"Uncle Adrian." Hill laughed: "This kind of thing can only be guarded against. It is impossible for me to let down my guard against people other than you and my grandfather.

Even Bonn, after being away from me for so long, I don't trust him completely anymore. "

"You can count yourself." Adrian said, "I always treat you like a child.

Hensley did teach me a lesson.

You are already a wizard, who doesn't think you have extraordinary talent.

You are already a thorn in the eyes of many people! "

He looked at Hill worriedly: "Natural consciousness still surrounds you? But don't rely on him.

If one day it doesn't work or abandons you, there must be a preparation. "

Hill felt the anger surrounding his natural consciousness, and quickly said with a smile: "Nature loves me very much! He will not abandon me.

And I am also afraid that in some places, the natural consciousness will be blocked, so I am prepared. "

He stared at Adrian, hoping he wouldn't keep talking nonsense.

(End of this chapter)