Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 207 - 38: The Crazy Sonata_2

Chapter 207: Chapter 38: The Crazy Sonata_2

"The vast curtain at Hill is managed by the Undead Tribe’s Deputy Mayor," Adrian said slowly.

"There should be no problem then," Honey Sweetheart confidently said. "I’m quite popular!"

Adrian, looking at the still filming camera, pointed dully upwards, "Didn’t they say the protective barrier is about to fail? Film that!"

Then, he shrank back into the corner, silent.

Hill keenly caught a cold sneer from Fran.

Minutes passed, and without Fran saying anything, Hill could see the light emanating from the protective barrier beginning to fade.

The Octopus Demigod seemed to sense this too, as its initially mechanical wall-smashing motion suddenly intensified.

Just as the protective barrier started shaking, as if about to shatter, Miller’s Legend cleared his throat, "Ah, I almost fell asleep. Hensley, replace it with the Crystal Stone His Majesty the King provided; mine are wearing out too quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, light burst forth, and the color of the protective barrier changed from a transparent silver to a transparent gold.

The raised tentacles of the Octopus Demigod stood idle in mid-air for a long time.

Ultimately undeterred, it struck out with all four arms, playing a wild and furious rhapsody.

However, compared to the possibly shaky original one, this nearly imperturbable protective barrier seemed to have hurt its tentacles.

The Octopus Demigod, silently lowering its tentacles, suddenly leaped into the air, its eight tentacles embracing the protective barrier, and began to violently shake it.

The Undead Tribe members frolicking on the deck almost all turned into tumbling calabashes.

The Mages only began to fly after seeing Adrian, who was lightly hovering in the air.

Unfortunately, the result of their low flight was being embarrassingly caught by their Knight Swordsman companions and falling together in a clump.

Amid the Undead Tribe’s screams and curses, the belief in shared suffering allowed no one besides Adrian and the Knight Puppet holding the shield to protect him, to stand suspended in the air.

Hill, watching the violently shaking camera footage, caught a glimpse of the stunned Adrian standing in a cramped upper space and felt slightly relieved.

"That behind Uncle Adrian is the Legendary Puppet, right?" Hill asked knowingly. "Then there is nothing to worry about."

Fran glanced at Hill sideways, "No need to speak for him. When he returns this time, he should return to the Magic Tower to train properly."

Being confined was only a minor issue. Hill felt a bit more at ease; after all, when Adrian returned, with so many resources at hand, he was sure to research new potions. There wouldn’t be much difference; it would just take longer, which Adrian brought upon himself.

Hill watched helplessly as the screen shook violently for a full two hours before it finally began to slow down.

Although the Undead Tribe lay on the ground wailing pitifully, and the Mages were loudly cursing their own companions, dishonest to the point of smoke rising, lists would be made sooner or later.

But the one responsible for the harm, the Octopus Demigod, seemed to be even more upset. With a heavy push, it sank to the bottom of the sea.

The persistent filmer, even though unable to stand up, still raised the camera high; the rapid water trail that sped away seemed to be the tears of the Octopus Demigod.

"Miller, he isn’t the type to do such a thing," Fran quietly observed for a long while before muttering softly.

Only after meeting Hill’s curious gaze did she add, "His student, Hensley, was indeed trained entirely by him and is a spitting image of him."

So, this act of driving a Demigod away in frustration seems more like William, right?

Hill understood Fran’s insinuation perfectly.

"There are many in the Undead Tribe," Hill said slowly. "And there are many Space-Time Warlocks as well.

Whether commanding through that tablet or directly passing through the Gate of Space and Time, either is possible."

Fran shook her head. "It seems there’s no need to pay further attention. We will just wait for Adrian to return. Unless that person really loses all sense of shame and makes a move personally."

"It would be best if that person did make a move," Hill felt it would be for the best. "With so many Space-Time Warlocks around, a gateway for His Majesty the King to pass through with the Divine Artifact could be opened at any time."

"So, it won’t happen," Fran revealed a contemptuous smile. "He’s still planning to reclaim his faith! He wouldn’t risk so much."

Though the Demigod had left far behind, the screen was still bustling with activity.

The Undead Tribe had already broken into a brawl.

It seemed they were restricted from using attack skills, so they were all punching with their fists.

"Why are they so honest?" the players who had been quietly squatting and watching the screen finally livened up.

Hill really felt that those brought by Snow Cloud Peak had some sense. During the time Adrian was in danger, all were as silent as a flock of frightened birds.

But now that the situation was over, they became active again.

"Honest my ass," Hill muttered, looking down as Rain Falling on Mortal Dust from Black Rose cursed, "They were planning to use Meteor Fire Rain!"

"Ah? How come they didn’t use it?" someone said with a tone of regret.

"They were about to use it when they got a warning," Rain Falling on Mortal Dust tapped on the tablet in his hand, "Anyone who dares use a skill on a non-hostile target while on the ship gets struck by lightning and sent back to the city for free."

"Ah, it would be awful to come back after finally winning the draw."

"There is a barrier; they wouldn’t have been able to target the Octopus anyway," someone sighed, "They tried several times but said they couldn’t lock onto the target. It’s such a shame. I thought they would take down the Demigod!"

Hill looked at Fran and couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth silently and walked away.

"Mr. Old Cat asks if we can switch to another live stream?" List appeared in a flash.

Hill waved his hand: "Let him do as he pleases! It’s best to disperse the Undead Tribe. Their kind of discussion is not good for my grandpa’s heart."

A door suddenly opened behind Hill, and a Crystal Stone hit him on the head.

"Grandpa, I’m going back first, okay!" Hill, clutching his head, planned to make a fast exit.

"Sir, Snow Cloud Peak asks if we should pay more attention to those two camps," someone said.

"That’s fine," Hill nodded, "Tell them to treat it as an exploration quest, and they can submit each piece of new information as a completed task."

"Do we need to inform Count Perast?" List asked quietly.

"There’s no risk to life, so why should I care so much about what they do?" Hill shook his head in disapproval, "If they are that stupid, then there’s nothing I can do."

When it came to Count Perast, Hill always had only one strategy: Unless it’s a matter of life and death, it’s no big deal.

He glanced at a worried List and said with a sudden realization, "Are you worried that they will use the Earl to threaten me?"

"You should know that after becoming a Magician and awakening my bloodline, my blood relation to Count Perast is almost non-existent," Hill said with a light smile, "Even draining the Earl’s blood won’t curse me."

As for threatening Hill with the Earl, Adrian had long made it known far and wide that Hill had already repaid the debt of life he owed to the Earl.

The thing that Hill was most satisfied with in this world was the absence of the notion that ’all parents are faultless.’

The debt of life owed to one’s parents is heavy, but once it’s repaid, it depends on whether there is any affection left between them.

If one really wanted to threaten Hill, Adrian would be a more suitable choice.

But if one could deal with Adrian, they could have taken Hill directly already.

Moreover, if one went to the trouble of capturing Adrian, it would generally be more likely to threaten Fran, right?

Hill thought for a moment and realized he was probably the most likely to become a hostage out of the three of them.

Hill stood in the corridor of the Lord’s Mansion, listening through the window to the Undead Tribe talking in pairs or groups outside about the female Mages who had gone to the two camps.

The Undead girls didn’t seem to have given up on the idea of killing these people.

They kept asking the people from Snow Cloud Peak if watching too much Demon-related items made it easy to be corrupted.

Snow Cloud Peak was in a difficult position, getting pulled down by the girls every time he tried to fly away.

In the end, he could only helplessly say, "Why don’t you take turns going on Hill’s exploration quests? The level of the girls staying there has indeed risen a bit, there must be a problem. You all can keep watch, and once their names turn red, you can kill them directly!"

The girls cheered joyfully, rushed towards Old Cat’s office, and went to take up the tasks.

Hill heard Old Cat’s roar from inside the church: "Old Dog Snow, you bastard! Didn’t you agree you’d arrange people to take this? Fuck, if I hadn’t promised to help you, why would I take such a troublesome task from List!"

Snow Cloud Peak slowly straightened his robe, glanced at the players looking sideways at him, and said with composure, "Things change! Given the situation, of course, it’s every man for himself!"