Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 164 - 19: I Really Don’t Want to Shout Goddess of Education

Chapter 164: Chapter 19: I Really Don’t Want to Shout Goddess of Education

After the lively Spring Festival overture, the young master announced for himself, "Victory Song."

The music started, and Adrian looked up, "So there’s war too! The joy of victory."

"Even all the gods couldn’t stop war," Fran said, "Peace is always fought for with violence."

The players came on in two rows and began to sing loudly, "All the people rejoice and raise their cups high! The victory song resounds everywhere! Heroes triumphantly return home! A chorus of song and dance fills the air!"

The players in the stands raised their cups and sang along loudly, stomping their feet on the ground.

Hill smiled: So many people knew this song; it must be their national victory celebration song.

Hill listened to the victory song in a cheerful mood.

The young master first turned to the audience and bowed, then turned back to the orchestra to acknowledge them. He walked off the stage energetically.

The paintbrush spiritedly and happily walked up to announce, "Next, let’s have the ladies from the Magic Cult, performing a medley.

Everyone, feel free to sing along!"

Some members of the orchestra started to leave intermittently, while others went on stage with guitars, indicating that things would be less formal from now on.

Fran listened to the song performed by the Undead Tribe for a few minutes, then frowned; he couldn’t quite appreciate it.

He stood up and walked over to his desk to sit down, "Hill, come over."

Hill walked over and sat on the small sofa opposite, "Grandfather, what’s the matter?"

"His Majesty the King asked me to offer his apology on his behalf. Firstly, regarding the God of Nobility, for now, the God of Time and Space cannot seek retribution during a demon invasion.

Secondly, he didn’t expect that the task issued to protect you would cause you trouble."

Fran took out a box, "This is a consolation gift from His Majesty the King for you."

Hill shook his head, took the box and put it away, "His Majesty the King doesn’t need to apologize for something that has nothing to do with him."

Fran looked steadily at Hill, "His Majesty the King said it was his oversight. He didn’t realize the Undead Tribe’s psychological games were so intense. He will pay more attention to this in the future.

You are the first unlucky one, considered to have found a loophole for him, and deserve compensation."

Hill was momentarily speechless, "I don’t think it’s very comforting to know that, apart from me, others might still get unlucky."

Fran shook his head with a smile.

Adrian also burst into laughter. He floated over with the sofa he was sitting on, "It’s rare to hear you say something so childish."

In Hill’s previous life, though he was over thirty, his family was well-off and had no high expectations of him. He lived carefree and easy.

In this world, despite the oppressive external environment, Hill had buried himself in books for the past sixteen years, disinterested in others. He found that his grandfather and Adrian genuinely doted on him. Gradually, his pampered only-child demeanor, nurtured in his former life, reemerged.

Both Fran and Adrian thought it was because Hill had reached the Magister stage and his true nature was gradually being set free. After all, Hill was a magician, and his inherited bloodline, whether Earth Bear or Elf, was carefree and uninhibited.

Sometimes Hill also felt he was becoming more unrestrained.

He turned to Adrian with a smile, "If my bloodline fully awakens, I’m still a minor now!"

Elves matured at eighty, while Earth Bears at three hundred. Hill could, without any shame, claim to be a child for another two hundred years.

Fran was amused by Hill and finally broke into a smile, "Alright, I’m fine. You don’t need to cheer me up.

If I were a Legendary, there would be no need for Hill to risk staying there; I could just come take you away myself.

One must never stop moving forward in life." He looked at Hill and Adrian, his only remaining concerns in this world, "Otherwise, who knows how many regrets will await?"

A gentle warmth filled the room, accompanied by the romantic love songs of the Undead outside the window, deepening Hill’s sense of his real existence in this world.

Fran interrupted the serene atmosphere, "Hill, I also thought about taking you back to the Magic Tower. But doing so, while it would ease my own mind, would be entirely useless for your growth.

So, while you stay in your own territory, don’t sneak out, understand?

If I find anything amiss, you’ll come back with me obediently!"

Hill immediately stood up, "Alright, Grandfather. I will definitely stay put."

"Weren’t the Undead Tribe supposed to come to Hill to show the information they brought back from the Abyss?" Adrian said, "We have to stay a few more days!"

"I haven’t asked you yet." Fran raised his hand to make Hill sit down, "How many languages are included in your bloodline’s inheritance?"

"Elvish, Dwarvish, the common tongue of the Temple, and a bit of Divine Script." Hill counted as he replied, "I can communicate with magical beasts too, but that’s unrelated to language. And many more that I’ll only recognize when I see them."

"You even know Dwarvish?" Fran said quietly, "No wonder your research on ores is so profound."

"Does that mean Hill’s elven ancestor was very powerful?" Adrian asked.

Fran nodded slightly, "The stronger an elf is, the longer they live. Some live for tens of thousands of years. Who knows, maybe this one is still alive?"

Hill was struck with awe: Better not! Knowing there’s such a person and actually seeing their true form are worlds apart, okay?