Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 108 - 90: The Thoughtful Miss Carl

Chapter 108: Chapter 90: The Thoughtful Miss Carl

The airship gently stopped above the clouds, where the vision and hearing of the people on board were excellent. They could clearly hear and see Phillips below, rambling on in incoherent reprimands.

Listening to him being able to do nothing but blame Ink Brush Chenxin for his unreasonableness, compared to Ink Brush Chenxin’s diverse array of clever retorts. Hill was on the verge of laughing aloud.

Especially those two lines: "Today I felt like scolding someone, so I won’t scold you."

"Is your IQ higher than your age?"

It took Phillips a while to get it, and then he accused, his face flushed with embarrassment, "How can you be so vicious?"

Hill, hearing this weak White Lotus-style dialogue, could only smile.

Hensley came over, looking puzzled, "Why did he get into an argument with the Undead Tribe?" Hill guessed that he swallowed the words: How could the swearing be so low-level.

Hill glanced at the feigning-ignorance man, "Mr. Phillips hopes that the Undead Tribe Magician will cede the territory to Miss Carl."

"What was the price offered? Was it very low?

Otherwise why is this city lord so angry?" Hensley asked somewhat puzzled.

"Mr. Phillips simply said he wanted Ink Brush Chenxin to cede the territory to Miss Carl," said Hill with an expressionless face, "But sadly, the Undead Tribe is very sensitive and doesn’t take kindly to that condescending tone.

And did you see? He is still in the air at this moment!

Does he dare to talk to us like this?"

"What is he thinking? This is a Magister of the God-favored Race, a lord no less!

Once the Undead Tribe’s magisters gather, even our teacher wouldn’t dare provoke them!" Hensley glanced at Hill, "I remember, the Undead Tribe’s magicians are very rare and all specialize in spatial magic, right?

Aren’t they said to be even more favored by the Main God than priests?

There are actually more than ten below, didn’t Phillips notice?

Or does he really think Miss Carl’s status is higher than so many magisters?"

Hensley couldn’t help but lean over the rail to take a few looks, "Phillips doesn’t have the guts to really fight with the Undead Tribe.

It seems we can only wait for Miss Carl to find an opportunity to intervene.

That lady is indeed very capable."

Hill, hearing these meaningful words, simply smiled and kept silent.

Below, Ink Brush Chenxin and his magician companions completely ignored Phillips’ dry accusations. Instead, they kept sarcastically teasing him, even asking him if he really wanted to start a fight?

As the leader of the PVP group, it’s okay to lose in a fight, but the sharpness of their tongues could definitely make you question your life. Hill figured William must be listening at this point; after all, Ink Brush Chenxin would start speaking and then hurriedly shut his mouth to change his words, clearly being warned.

Facing Phillips who was accusing them from the air, Ink Brush Chenxin and his peers were gradually losing their patience to keep their hands to themselves—it seemed that they were about to strike.

Finally, Miss Carl hurried down from the mountain top, landing directly on the ground instead of speaking down to the Undead from above, "I’m so sorry! I was tidying up above and didn’t notice what was happening. How could Rowell have had a dispute with you?" She spoke softly, and with a graceful gesture, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "Is it about the territory?

I’m really sorry.

This place is so lovely; before we came here, my grandfather had mentioned that if I liked it, I could build my Magic Tower here.

Just now we were saying how nice it was, so we built a mansion with great effort, planning to seriously consider it for a few days.

It turns out you had already decided on it, and that’s why Rowell got so angry.

I am truly, deeply sorry. Please forgive his rashness."

Ink Brush Chenxin frowned, then said, "Let’s forget it, let’s give the lady some face. But please leave quickly, as I need to deploy the Territory Order."

"Ah!" Miss Carl exclaimed softly, "I am Patricia Carl.

Can’t you really sell this place to me?

I really like it here! I can offer twice the price."

Ink Brush Chenxin curled his lip, "No can do, Miss Carl, was it? We, the Undead Tribe, only have one chance to apply for territory, and this one has already been confirmed with William. If I give it to you, I won’t have another chance to apply."

Miss Carl took out a Territory Order and held it up for Ink Brush Chenxin to see, "I remember your territory is only the size of a Baron’s Domain; this is as big as an Earldom.

I am willing to pay double the price and also give this to you. Can’t we make that work?" She pleaded pitifully, "This place is really perfect for me! Can’t you let it go to me?"

"We can’t use other deities’ Fief Orders!" Ink Brush Chenxin was very displeased, "Miss Carl, are you playing dumb? Or are you trying to get me cursed by the gods? Besides, we would never do anything to upset our own Main God!"

Hill was truly impressed by this forthright accusation: it’s true that those able to lead had to have a tough mouth and a scheming heart.

"Ah, I am sorry, I truly didn’t realize. Is this completely worthless now?" Miss Carl’s eyes welled up.

"I remember your Legendary is still beside William, right? William has ordered not to use the God of Justice’s Fief Orders!" Ink Brush Chenxin disdainfully said, "What? Do you think you don’t need to heed William’s orders anymore? Then why are you still with him? Hurry up and leave, then!"