Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 74 - 69 Arrival at Haifasardo

74: Chapter 69: Arrival at Haifasardo

74 -69: Arrival at Haifasardo

Hill hesitated and said, “It’s been three years, why not try something new?”

“Ah!” Bex exclaimed in surprise.

“Do you think I can’t defeat these clans?”

“Yes!” Hill affirmed.

“They are numerous, and their levels are all similar to mine.

Just last year, they killed a Legendary Knight.”

“I’ve heard the rumors in the sea,” Bex said with a deep voice.

“But no Magical Beast believes them.

A Legendary can’t escape if they can’t win?

We all thought it was the Pope who took action and caused the death of a Legendary.”

“No, the Undead Tribe independently killed them.

His Majesty the King never left the city he was stationed in.”

“More than the Magical Beasts in the sea?”

“Maybe there are tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of Magisters or higher-level Magical Beasts in the sea, but it’s impossible for them to gather all at once, right?”

“That many!” Bex blurted out without thinking.

“The sea would be eaten barren.”

Hill thought, This is not the kind of thing you should be telling me!

I’m still human, right?

Sometimes, Hill felt that giant sea turtles, although worth complaining about, were quite realistic in fantasy novels.

Only they would squat on the shore and bury their heads in eating, right?

“It does seem a bit frightening!”

Bex still looked at Hill and asked earnestly, “Even if I don’t drive them away, will there still be trouble?”

Hill thought for a moment before asking, “If there was a jellyfish that looked very big and delicious, and you couldn’t defeat it on your own, but your clan was nearby, would you call them to share it?”

Bex, after humming and hawing, finally admitted, “I would.

At least I’d get a mouthful.”

He sadly sank below the water’s surface, and quickly resurfaced.

“Thank you for your honest answer.

Indeed, those surrounded by nature are the most trustworthy.” He threw out a tortoise shell, “This is what I shed when I reached what you humans call the Magister stage.

You humans should like it a lot.”

Hill was extremely pleased to accept it, truly reaping the rewards of being good.

The shell of the Magical Beast turtle, which naturally could grow large or small, was the best material for constructing an Alchemy Hut.

It was a pity that even Legendaries might not obtain materials from marine life, and had to resort to using shells from Golden Snails.

In this world, it was difficult for creatures from rivers to become high-level Magical Beasts, which Hill hadn’t understood before.

Now he knew a little.

It was probably because their Main God had done something dishonorable.

The Goddess of the Spring, though rarely manifesting miracles, had always been on good terms with the Noble Temple, and most cities that revered the God of Nobility would keep a spot for Her temple.

Among the friendly God System under the God of Nobility, She was the only deity who strove to speak for the commoners.

If Her devout followers were oppressed by the nobles, they simply had to seek help from the temple and assistance would easily be granted.

The Noble Temple would swiftly step in to suppress the foolish nobles.

Thus, in places where the Noble Temple was powerful, many commoners worshiped the Goddess of the Spring.

There were rumors that the God of Nobility once received a great favor from the Goddess of the Spring.

Durig this time, Hill contemplated that the deity must have betrayed the Earth Deity System and joined the Human God faction.

Bex bade farewell to Hill, downcast, fearing that if he lingered any longer, he might not want to leave at all.

He chose to have one last big feast and sank to the ocean floor.

Hill cheerfully said goodbye as the ship quickly rose into the air, landing atop the cliff beside the bay.

He sat at the bow, watching the Water Elementals he had summoned.

Families that came down for fun took the Attributeless Crystals gifted by Hill and left joyfully.

Several independents, probably after chatting with those Water Elementals from Hill’s Domain, were very eager to stay in Hill’s Domain.

Hill, somewhat helpless, wondered to his Domain’s inhabitants if they could really take these few back with them?

They happily expressed that they could use the portal opened by the Earth element lord in Hill’s Domain.

Hill resignedly signed a contract with them, and the Water Elementals gleefully returned with the crystals on their own.

He felt that, unless necessary, he should not let this group from his Domain out again.

His Domain was saturated with elements, and there was no need for more; he couldn’t afford them!

He disembarked from the ship, transforming it back into a carriage.

Hill had never imagined that the largest city on the northern border of Haifasar would be devoid of major roads.

There was only a muddy trail trodden by horses.

He even took out the Alchemy Map to carefully compare.

It was actually real.

He tossed the map back into his ring, instructed Srei to let the carriage float slightly above the ground as it glided forward.

Although it was somewhat wasteful, he absolutely did not want to descend onto the road filled with horse excrement.

The last time he passed through a place with so many horses must have been a year ago!

Hill hesitated.

From this road alone, one could tell just how terrible the situation in Haifasardo had become.

Was this a sign that nobles on the border had started to flee?

“Danton has arrived,” said Srei.

Hill instructed Cohen not to leave the carriage again and resolved to enter the city.

“Head straight to the Mage Association,” Hill thought, believing he could get some news there.

Speaking of Saral’s Mage Association, Hill had always thought they would resist William to the very end.

After all, William had ordered that if their tower didn’t have a Legendary Mage, they must provide services to the Undead Tribe.

The Saral branch of the Mage Association was furious at first.

How could Saral’s several Legendary Mages allow the Association’s Legendary individuals to come and snatch resources?

The fact that they could hand over a tower was already the result of the Association’s strong influence.

In the end, as Saral’s Legendaries submitted, their voices gradually faded, and their last defiance was to declare their withdrawal from Saral.

William didn’t care at all.

Then they conceded, sent out lower-level mages to specifically lecture the Undead on various types of spells.

There were teachers for all six Elements, and Hill even admired that they sent someone for the Thunder Element.

They were essentially just a reclassing tool.

The real master of all probably was the God of Time and Space, right?

Such a polymath, not to mention their own Magician, they were proficient in Mage, Knight, and even Priest professions.

Otherwise, how could one use skills with an Elemental Body?

The players probably only knew the names of the spells.

Deities in this world never dared to claim to be all-knowing and omnipotent—no one dared to brag about anything related to Divinity.

Otherwise, in a minute, pop!

They’d explode.

Hill always felt that compared to William, the God of Time and Space seemed more like a tech mogul.

And someone who also understood the law, could code, and had an intellect so brilliant it was frightening.

How high-level must be those in scientific research who could be buried with honors under the red flag!

Just a bit too naive, a bit too stubborn, but that wasn’t a fault.

Hill’s reverie was interrupted by Srei—Cohen’s division of the Mage Association had arrived.

Hill stepped out of the carriage, looked up at the five-story building, and felt that everything here seemed normal.

But in the nearby buildings, the occupants had left behind empty shells.

The Mage Association, always proud, had no gatekeepers at all.

If you were a Mage, you could pass through the barrier on the door; if you weren’t but still dared to run inside, you would be half-killed by a randomly launched spell.

Even Mage Apprentices couldn’t possibly stand at the door directing ordinary people.

Here, ‘ordinary people’ referred to all professions other than Mage Magicians.

To Mages, Knights, and Swordsmen were ordinary people who could not use Elements.

Thus, there was a reason why Saral’s Mage Association foolishly offended William—they had always looked down on Legendary Knights.

After all, Mages all have their legacies!

Many who could be chairs of a Mage Association branch in a country were at least Magisters, surely backed by a Legendary Mage as a teacher.

When Legendary Knights encountered these upstarts, they could only endure it for the sake of the mighty figures behind them.

Unexpectedly, they dared to exercise this kind of discrimination against a Legendary Knight backed by Deities.

The Chairman of Saral had already been recalled to the Mage Kingdom, and no one knew which Legendary had taught him, someone so brazen as to disregard Gods.

Hill smoothed out his robe, straightened his attire, and walked towards the great door with its barrier open.