Hill wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping, but when the Stelter Family spoke, they not only opened the window but their voices were quite loud.
Of course, this could also be due to his slightly sensitive ears.
However, the Stelter Family clearly didn’t plan to keep it secret, otherwise they wouldn’t talk with the window open... Though theoretically, the subordinates they’ve brought into the Mage’s Avenue should be the most loyal, but things that are "theoretically" have little to do with common sense.
But what Ditte said didn’t seem strange to Hill... In his mory, such things happened occasionally.
It’s not the so-called insanity of the Moon Clan... What’s newsworthy about players ssing around?
It’s more about this ga that Aesces has co up with, endlessly patching day by day.
Tsk, it’s just doing beta testing during the public test period.
In his mory, it’s not unheard of for bosses being so reckless, and naturally, their outcos are usually quite dire... If they manage to last more than a month, it only proves that their ga was genuinely cold.
Hill looked up at the sky... An Earth-class planet, born from the embodint of the World Will into the World Master, should be stubborn enough to last a little longer, so he guessed it would survive for a month!
He propped his chin and thought cheerfully: Aesces likely went straight to public testing without even internal testing, didn’t it?
Well, well~
How many patches have they made?
Looking at the Moon Clan, even after being rebuilt, they still insist on playing, implying that this ga must lack substitutes in their world, not even inferior low-version alternatives.
Hey~
Did Aesces directly shift their world from a 3D world to a virtual space?
That would be interesting.
Hill lowered his head and counted his fingers, then felt it might be impossible... It’s okay if Aesces is foolish, but the world can’t be that foolish!
Which ans this is a world just beginning to erge with virtual gas... The greatest advantage of bodies refined by elents is to adjust one’s vision—making the scenery in your eyes blur by seven degrees, then a seven-point-two deluxe version can’t appear.
Truly enviable... Hill leaned by the window, sighed: If he lived a few decades more, would he see the ergence of virtual worlds?
Tsk, wanting to unleash a youthful frenzy, but not given the chance.
Eh... thinking so, these so-called Moon Clan beco even more annoying!
No one knows the sorrow of Great Sage Belfran, it’s too tumultuous a day for the Stelter Family.
However, it’s not even possible to return to bed to sort out complex emotions... Count Stelter decided that since those apprentices from the Alchemist Association can’t go ho anyway, they might as well rest at the magical cabin in the castle’s old site, and so they went to ask if they’re willing to take a little fee to work extra.
After all, during this ti, these alchemists’ wages were all paid by the Alchemist Association.
Then, the Stelter family, apart from Helena and the housekeeper who stayed at the Alchemical Mini Tower to handle housekeeping, the others, including Ditte who was still bandaged, went to the castle, beginning their endless careers as construction workers.
anwhile, Hill focused on the Alchemist Association still battling the mutated silk spiders.
Finch was a very cunning alchemist... Instead of directly using strong moonfire to incinerate these mutated silk spiders, he cautiously set up various tal walls, testing the corrosive and impact damage of a huge number of silk spiders, like a small stream, against different materials.
Though he didn’t quite like the sight of the crowded scene, Hill took on a researcher’s attitude, noting down the resistance of various alloys against these silk spiders... While also recording the alloy formulas shown by the Alchemist Association.
After all, these were displayed in broad daylight; anyone who saw them could only accept fate.
It wasn’t until dusk, as the Silvermoon hung high, that the Alchemist Association suddenly tossed a silver-white crystal ball.
Suddenly, a mournful string music echoed across the night sky... The Silvermoon, despite already past its full moon phase, suddenly reverted to being full moon, falling straight toward the Mortal World.
The crazed mutated silk spider army suddenly fell into chaos, attempting to flee outward... However, they had already been surrounded by tal sheets most resistant to them, even one ter below the ground silently had the sa tal sheets inserted.
Of course, Hill didn’t get fooled, but those machines suddenly tunneling ten centiters high and twenty ters long beneath him lit up his eyes... The movent was full of power, the posture was sowhat beautiful!
Yet his observations were interrupted... In one corner of the comrcial street, a shrill scream suddenly arose, causing the spider swarm to stir.
"There you are!" Finch’s figure appeared in the corner, holding bottles burning like Holy Water Flasks in both hands; one was golden, the other silver-blue.
The woman forced out by the sun and moon fire hurled at her flew into the air in a sorry state.
Hill ’huh’-ed... He seed to have seen her sowhere?
Not in the small tower.
Wait a minute!
Hill suddenly looked towards the mage mansion nearest to the small tower... On his first day passing by, he saw several people interacting intimately in the courtyard!
Hmm...
It seed Finch also recognized him, saying steadily, "So it’s you."
"What are you doing here?" The beautiful woman, her sexy silk dress already in tatters barely hanging on, sharply shouted, "Weren’t you researching the Holy Stone?"
"Did Wally tell you, so it must be true?" Finch chuckled, "Even though I don’t know who the traitor is, knowing there’s one ans anything known outside is unlikely true."
"You don’t even trust your own students?" the alluring woman mocked, "n really are inferior low-quality products!"
"Heh~ You’ve been duped by a man, and so you’ve decided not to be human?" Finch looked at the woman trembling slightly while floating in the air, "Is the Silk Spider inside you rebelling?
Isn’t it painful?
Ha... Whoever wronged you, go and take revenge on them; did other n offend you?
No, even if you hate all the n in the world, what about the won?
Once Silk Spiders spread, can won survive?
Don’t tell , won like you can live on...
Co on, a girl with a bit of dignity wouldn’t accept such a life!"
Then he couldn’t help but laugh: "Why should I bother with creatures like you who’ve lost all human emotions and only survive on obsession?
But I still have to say, was I wrong for not telling Wally the truth?
Tsk~
I really did a good job!"
The beautiful woman started to scream, her voice seemingly filled with peculiar intonations.
Hill directly turned his head to look at the sky above her.
Accompanied by Finch’s soft laughter: "Guess why I’m wasting ti with you?"
A massive tal hand rapidly smashed down from the sky... Finally sensing sothing wrong, the beautiful woman’s skin burst open, and an unknown number of Mutated Silk Spiders rushed in all directions.
Hill pressed his mouth, controlling the feeling of nausea, tightly watching those spiders.
Indeed, among the group of white dots, there was a pink transparent spider.
Then the tal hand turned into liquid tal, encasing that group of Silk Spiders without missing a single one.
The tal pouch flew directly towards the sky.
Hill waved his hand, and a cloud drifted to his rooftop... Old Finch’s sly look really made him uncomfortable.
"Father," Little Finch spoke loudly, "Are you planning to return directly to the Capital?
Then, what about the affairs of the Moon Clan?"
"The Silk Spiders of your Basia are basically all cleaned up, so Ismael doesn’t have to forcibly summon the Moon Clan here.
Especially since there’s a powerful Great Sage here who can directly send those rude fellows back ho.
However, the Moon Clan truly lacks reason; surely so will run along the road themselves.
Just be wary, when there’s fewer people, they’re pretty easy to deal with, just be stronger than them.
Hmm... They’re sowhat like the Desert People, doing things without reason.
But Ismael has already imposed so constraints on them, as long as your city’s people don’t strike them, it’s fine.
By the way, remind the mosquitoes and flies of Basia City lurking in the shadows, the Moon Clan doesn’t die completely.
The consequence of attacking them is relentless entanglent.
They have vengeance marks, and those who kill them, even their allies, will be targeted.
Danboro doesn’t care if you act... although it’s brought chaos, hunting enemies is extrely convenient.
His Majesty the King even wants to hire them to thoroughly clean up the dark world of the Capital!"
The old voice paused, speaking again: "To His Highness Scaret, regardless of your reasons for staying within Danboro’s territory,
I must first declare: Ismael summoned the Moon Clan by the will of Aesces and not for Danboro’s private matters, thus they won’t abide by our laws and regulations.
All matters concerning them are decided only by the Great Sage and so strong individuals we’ve never seen before.
Therefore, the Moon Clan isn’t bound by the ceasefire agreent between Danboro and Scaret.
Facing the offspring of Triton, any incident will rely be an unexpected event.
I hope you return to your own country soon."
Hill didn’t care about Old Finch’s implied warning... although it was ant for the Scaret people, it was also a caution for Hill not to easily provoke the Moon Clan backed by the World Will.
Hill couldn’t bother figuring out if the old man’s intentions were good or bad, with only one thought resonating in his mind... The very ambitious His Majesty the King of Danboro wants to hire the Moon Clan to eliminate the enemies of the Royal Capital!
Ugh, whatever dark side... Anyone who opposes him, no matter who, is deed worthy of death by the King!
Old Finch hastens to return because he’s afraid their Alchemist Association will also be chopped like weaklings!
Ugh, Hill feels he really needs to speed back, otherwise by the ti he gets ho, the Capital might already be gone.
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