Chapter 866: Chapter 662: The Wonderful Life of Tasding
Hill’s judgnt was not wrong. This demon servant truly lived up to his sinister, cunning, and ruthless reputation, showing no care for sacrificing those demon followers under his control.
At first, the timing seed to be once or twice a day, then it quickly progressed to five or six tis a day, with very erratic intervals, sotis occurring consecutively, sotis with long pauses between.
The Undead Tribe indeed cannot remain cautious at all tis, but this does not prevent them from snatching tasks.
The role of the guild family beca apparent at this ti; not everyone can be distracted, right?
Moreover, the ti of the Undead Tribe is not synchronized here. Although Hill doesn’t know how this is achieved, the virtual community of their world is very developed, and the function of ti acceleration seems to have existed for hundreds of years.
This is also the reason why their study and work ti is not very long… especially for so clerical work, four hours is already the maximum. Hill occasionally hears so boys bragging, often using their requirent to work for four hours in the outside world as a sign of superiority.
Whether you believe it or not, at least those who overheard showed envy.
Moreover, Hill could also hear a bit during his chats with William: Although the God of Ti and Space achieves the sa thing through divine power, he seems to have learned a lot of scientific knowledge as well. Many of the ti-space divine arts he created referenced the utilization of relative ti from that world.
After all, in such a divinity of ti and space, there really is no predecessor to guide the way.
William reacted very quickly. When the Undead Tribe obtained their first Streaming Bead Hairpin, it took less than two hours for his appearance shop to launch a variety of Hanfu.
Suddenly, nurous long-eared elves wearing modified Hanfu appeared in Agleya City. At first, it seed a bit strange, but after seeing it more, it seed kind of interesting. After all, it wasn’t purely ancient style, with arms and legs exposed.
The designers worked very hard to combine elegance and sensuality, purity and sensuality, making it pleasing to the eye while being convenient for activities. It was quite strenuous and particularly professional. Hill suspected that the largest group of employees William hired in that world were fashion designers.
But it’s quite good. The girls hoping to get more types of Hanfu accessories through this demon-catching task worked very hard.
And no matter what ga it is, once girls get into it, boys are always willing to spend ti or money.
Soon, the days of the Undead Tribe turned into a blood contest between beauty-loving girls and money-loving gold farming groups, satisfying each in their own way.
Hill knew he didn’t need to worry too much anymore.
It wouldn’t be bad if Chil sent so demon followers over too. Toril’s natural consciousness highly detests these guys, even more than pure demons.
Every ti the simulated elves of Agleya City wiped out a wave of enemies, the natural consciousness surrounding Hill would play a happy tune.
The only trouble is that Hill’s Puzzle Lock range is relatively small, requiring him to replenish spells periodically. Hill has already started considering whether he could develop a clone of the Magic Book dedicated to automatically releasing this fog-based Puzzle Lock.
Compared to deeply researching the Puzzle Lock, Hill felt he was more adept at making Strange Objects. With so many rare Magic Materials at his disposal, there must be a way.
He rarely buried himself in the laboratory again, only bothering to co out to release the Puzzle Lock every few days and not concerning himself with other matters.
Lynn greatly approved of Hill’s idea. With Agleya City becoming more prominent, security beca exceptionally important.
Unaware of the more profound reasons, he acted even more decisively, even placing a notice board filled with bounty prices for demon followers next door in the Green Forest.
Those Wood Elves have always been curious about Agleya City. They can curse the establishnt of any city, but never Agleya. Nobody curses soone else while including their own father.
Although Hill seed easygoing, he was actually quite proud. He granted the Wood Elves the right to enter Agleya City, but would never take the initiative to invite them.
The personality of Wood Elves was notoriously stubborn. Even though their hearts longed to see Coron, they wanted Hill to give them an out.
Lynn himself didn’t care about these matters, but he represented Hill, and he couldn’t do sothing to make Hill lower his head.
Given Hill’s status, there was no need for such actions anyway.
Just like when Hill went to the Star Mountain Range, even their strongest demigod priest would take the initiative to et him, rather than waiting in their place for Hill to visit.
The slightly smarter elves could tell what kind of presence Hill was from Coron staying here for so long and Agleya City never being renad as the Elf Sanctuary.
Only the neighboring Wood Elves… seed to have wooden brains, unwilling to bow first.
Lynn suspected they might have only rembered Hill’s caution when establishing Agleya Town and regarded Agleya City’s growth as a blessing from Coron.
However, Lynn, as the sheriff of a forest town dealing with Wood Elves for years, was still willing to give these stubborn-minded friends a chance. As long as these Wood Elves caught demon followers invading the forest and delivered them to Agleya City, their relationship would be officially established.
Lynn was not worried that these Wood Elves would indulge demon followers out of malice towards the city. After all, Coron resided in the city! The entire city had received the blessings of the Elven Pantheon.
Wood Elves are not Dark Elves; no matter how obstinate, they wouldn’t lose their wits.
The only potential trouble is… Lynn sat atop his city hall, looking towards the distant forest, frowning as he thought about it. Those wooden-headed fellows would rather kill and burn all the Demon Followers invading the forest themselves than bring the bodies to Agleya City to claim the bounty.
Lynn sighed. If they were really so stubborn, there wasn’t much he could do either.
Lynn knew he absolutely wouldn’t sacrifice Hill’s dignity for a bit of past, faint relationship.
He turned his head to look in the direction of the harbor dock, where the rcury Dragon was soaring mid-air. This fellow was getting bolder by the day. Who knows what benefits the Undead Tribe had given him? Not only did he obediently hang at the bow like a figurehead, but he’d also help the Undead Tribe dive to catch big fish.
The temper of the Dragon Race… really, each one has its own quirks. He thought Tasding ignored Terry’s smiling service because his self-esteem was too high!
Turns out he just didn’t like that way of making money; it’s fine for him to guide people and use his dragon presence to daunt schools of fish and sea monsters.
Lynn really couldn’t tell which would be scarier… Considering he himself had made a living by selling alcohol for years, he decided that Tasding’s approach was more unbelievable.
Tasding, who goes by the nickna Silver Fla, couldn’t care less what Lynn thought. He found life in Agleya City simply wonderful.
In Deepwater City, which he visited regularly, there were also many people, but all dragons had to hide their identities.
For soone like him, who preferred to live in his Giant Dragon form, every visit would cause a riot, and there were always people wanting to play dragon-slaying gas.
He just played a few harmless pranks, but what did he destroy? Just a few dozen acres of farmland, a few pastures, and so tall buildings. Wasn’t it the Humans who attacked him first?
In the end, they even got a Legendary Mage to drive him away!
Tasding felt really aggrieved.
The days in Agleya City were simply too blissful! He thought he could only fly close to the city’s roads in dreams!
Why does Terry prefer staying in the tavern? The Golden Dragon’s thinking is so peculiar.
Furthermore, life on the sea is so delightful!
Feeling the gusts of wind, Tasding coiled his slender body at the bow: with a commission fee of 5000 gold coins per trip, he could do the figurehead job until the end of ti!
He turned his head towards the big spender quoting this high price: although this elf had a peculiar scent, like a strange fox, money makes everything possible!
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ happily greeted his figurehead and gifted him a ticulously roasted honey chicken before taking the map to inquire about directions.
Seeing the beautiful rcury Dragon point the way with his forepaw, he nodded in satisfaction and signaled to the helmsman in the cabin.
Watching the ship proceed along the preset course, ‘Snow Old Dog’ raised his head proudly to the sky: Although he lacked a good sense of direction, he was clever!
What guide could be better than a rcury Dragon?
The fishern in this world simply don’t get deepwater sails; 80% of the sailors who co ashore have issues. If you hire them to guide you against pirates, the pirates are gone before the ship even arrives.
Thankfully, he reacted quickly. Once he noticed Tasding’s interest in setting sail, he straight away offered a high price to hire him.
Who cares what dragon he is, ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ learned from Terry that as long as the money’s good, all dragons are agreeable!
Sigh! It’s not like he has money to burn. It was forced out of him!
In their alliance, Black Rose had a group of honey badgers that kept nurous hummingbirds. These little birds had no other skills but were perfect with directions. Moreover, the bald guy with a construction background could even read sea charts!
Darn it, once they built the cross-sea bridge, they were never afraid of getting lost at sea!
Thinking of that pretend-cute guy made ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ furious! Yet, rembering that beneath that Little Loli exterior was a bald man who could casually carry 200 pounds everywhere, he swallowed all his complaints.
The baldy and he originated from the sa planet; a single displeasure and that brute would actually cross mountains and seas to beat him up.
Wenjian didn’t even need ntioning, they didn’t have to learn how to sail at all, they could casually drag out a heap of veteran sailors, what mariti navigation could stump them?
Rumor has it that for those highly realistic, nearly research-center-accurate ancient Magic Ship replicas, several departnts studying ancient vessels are going to move into Ocean University entirely.
They lack everything but staff for the ships.
Their Magic Cult was lacking… Troubles co to him, the cult master, double-fold, while finding directions is twice as foggy!
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