Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 405 - 204: See No Evil, Hear No Evil

Chapter 405: Chapter 204: See No Evil, Hear No Evil

Fran looked at the castle before him and smiled happily.

Although it was exhausting and troublesome, finding an opportunity that could still advance his Alchemy at this stage was truly rare.

He was already very content.

"This Forest Array, do you plan to keep it for a long time?" Fran asked Hill, "I see those from the Undead Tribe are ready to build tree houses in there. Aren’t you afraid that one day you’ll send all these trees back?"

"I basically won’t touch the Forest Array. The situation with the Dwarves, who knows!" Hill sighed, "Even without Demons, the Evil Gods come from the Abyss too! All are evil; there is no difference."

Fran nodded, "To you, indeed, there is no difference."

Hill looked helplessly at his grandfather.

This was truly a typical Mage.

This meant, unless provoked, Fran would not react to those who dealt with deities of the Evil Faction.

Deities’ affairs had nothing to do with Mages.

Unless it was those fellows who researched the mysteries of deities, no Mage cared which Faction the appearing deities belonged to.

They simply didn’t believe anyway.

Those who did believe in deities were also driven by self-interest.

Of course, this referred to Legendary Mages, those of low rank who had not yet touched the reality of the world. Some people could still be attracted by the power of deities.

Hill realized that sometimes he too categorized Mages into just two types.

Legendary and below Legendary.

As long as one became a Legendary Mage, during this time, he had come to understand somewhat why Legendary Mages were so arrogant.

In the eyes of Legendary Mages, who could summon winds and rains by manipulating the Laws, even Magisters were too weak to withstand a single blow.

Not to mention those Low-rank Mages.

Hill considered himself a very mild person, but now, he would also disregard Low-rank Mages as ordinary people, let alone Knights or other professions.

Their elemental fluctuations were too weak to catch his attention.

So Hill now understood other Legendary Mages’ arrogance and their disdain for other professions.

Over time, when there were hardly any people left in the world who could stir their emotions, the Legendary Mages naturally became colder and more indifferent to the mortal world, living lives of solitary recluses.

No wonder Fran, although not impressed by Miller and Carl, treated them kindly.

A Legendary Mage who still showed interest in worldly affairs after living for thousands of years was indeed rare.

Hill did not know what he would become in the future, but at least for now, he was filled with an interest in exploring this world.

Whether it was plants or human joys, all could stir his nerves.

Hill also did not want his grandfather to become someone whose life was devoid of any pleasure apart from practicing Spellcraft.

Although Fran was solely devoted to pursuing the truth of Laws and the greatness of Alchemy, Hill always felt that humanity was still very important.

Otherwise, what difference would there be between Mages and deities?

But then again, the Undead Tribe was hard for Legendary Mages to ignore, even if it was just a minor Knight—it was a walking humanoid Elemental gathering.

So what bothered Hill the most was seeing those who tried to sneakily capture embarrassing photos of him.

This was so-called candid photography! It deceived themselves, not Hill.

Hill had now become accustomed to dealing with them by raising a sleeve and conjuring a tornado to send them spinning ten thousand li high.

He preferred making them trek some distances rather than letting them resurrect quickly nearby.

Hill turned to look at the camp, and suddenly William’s ship moved.

Hill and Fran landed on the ground and watched as the King’s Ship flew directly into the castle.

The other ships, however, remained motionless.

"Why not retract these ships? The Undead Tribe no longer needs them, right?" Hill whispered.

"Probably to separate those people, to take some of them away," Fran pointed at the two small encampments still holding slaves and Triangle Zone civilians, "It’s impossible to let them live in one place."

Once released, those slaves might want to kill those civilians.

Even if they wouldn’t act immediately, upon becoming Professionals, they wouldn’t hesitate.

William would definitely not give up the foundational education he had insisted on for so many years just because they harbored inner hatred.

The perseverance of these once-tormented slaves in their struggle to become Professionals didn’t even need to be considered.

So anyone could see their future; their hatred wouldn’t likely lessen.

Including the children.

The hardships of childhood would follow a person all their life, only fading with time, but never disappearing.

Even if these civilians were not those who had once oppressed these slaves, the slaves who had regained normal human emotions would not reasonably recall this point—in their eyes, all were accomplices, none were innocent.

Hill knew that William would only take away the civilians, leaving behind the slaves who harbored deep hatred for the original masters of these cities.

"I’m leaving now," Fran suddenly said, "I’ve obtained many good things that need thorough research for a while.

I won’t be coming out for a short period.

Here are two Magic Books for you to read. Remember to write down your thoughts; I will read them.

After you’re done, remember to come to the Magic Tower to exchange them, and bring your notes."

Hill received the two thick Magic Books and suddenly felt a faint sadness.

Is this homework?

He knew that Fran must value these tremendously; the former owner of these magic books had to be a profoundly powerful Legendary Mage.

Thinking about the people Fran had met recently, he guessed right away to whom the books belonged.

But it had been decades, and he hadn’t expected to encounter the daunting task of homework again; it still made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Even people who were good at studying didn’t really like doing homework!

Hill followed behind Fran with a dejected air.

Fran walked to his Magic Tower and packed it away.

Adrian, who saw him from a distance, flew over immediately.

"Teacher, are you going back?" he asked.

"There’s nothing left for me here," Fran nodded and said, "I expect the Mage Association will send many people over. Just stay in the castle!

It will probably take a while before everything in the castle is completed.

If King’s Academy has no objections, you can bring some students over for practice."

"Okay, Teacher," Adrian answered promptly, "But am I really not needed to leave?

The people from the Mage Association will also come to the castle.

I see that they plan to set up an adventurer’s inn in every city here.

It seems that His Majesty the King wants to organize the adventurers’ ranks a bit," he added.

"Those sent here by the Mage Association won’t cause trouble," Fran said with a cold laugh, "They’re all carefully selected, no riffraff.

On the other hand, at the Capital, without His Majesty the King, there must be a lot of issues lately."

Adrian and Hill exchanged glances — what trouble might the Mage Association stir up next?

The President had returned, was there still someone daring to cause problems?

Adrian looked at Hill, "Hill, are you also going back?"

"I’m worried about demons appearing, so I’ll stay a bit longer," Hill said decisively, "But I won’t stay inside the castle, there’s too little natural essence there.

I will hide in the clouds, floating in the air, not even knowing where I might go.

If Uncle Adrian needs me, just come to the Forest Array, any Lily of the Valley in Baiteng Village can contact me directly."

Adrian nodded in surprise: "So many Lily of the Valley?

Has your Lily of the Valley become Legendary?

Then can’t you contact your own valley any time, without needing a communicator?"

Hill nodded briskly: "Yes.

But I can only directly contact List in the valley.

The others can only listen; they can’t pass messages.

That’s enough for me, I certainly don’t want someone else butting in when I’m talking to my Magic Tower."

Hill felt that he definitely needed to stay here for a while, waiting for William who was involved in the Dwarves’ war and must be very bored.

Although the Lily of the Valley couldn’t speak with the other party, just locating Hill was enough.

As for communicating, once the Lily of the Valley became a Legendary Magical Plant, it split autonomously once.

Only the branch hanging in the Cloud House could have most functions of the main branch, allowing Hill to use it to directly contact List.

The rest were all for one-way dialogue.

If needed, Fran could directly contact List, and Hill would hear it.

Adrian is here; if there’s an issue, Hill just needs to come out from the Cloud House.

Unless it’s something especially urgent, Hill would absolutely not turn on his communicator.

Even though William wouldn’t speak out, Hill didn’t like the feeling of letting others know everything."

"I wonder if those people who are coming know that our King can effortlessly hear sounds transmitted through the air?" Adrian murmured.

"Not many people know," Fran said bluntly, "His Majesty isn’t foolish; he only didn’t want his own faction to misunderstand that they were being surveilled, which is why he told us directly.

Of course, that’s only us who can sense it."

Adrian looked at Hill: "Only those above Magister can sense it, unless they are innately sensitive like Hill."

"Exactly," Fran said decisively, "So those who try to win you over through the communicator are either foolish or malicious."

"So, by insisting that I stay here, are you saying I’m either a fool or they consider me one?" Adrian muttered, his expression not very pleasant.

It seemed that people had been seeking him out these past few days.

Fran did not say much more; in his view, he had said all that needed to be said. If trouble arose now, it was self-sought; there was no need to waste his breath.

Both Adrian and Hill were adults capable of being responsible for their own lives.

Fran directly entered the Teleportation Array; he was eager to return and read.

"Luckily, you have a Teleportation Array at home," Adrian said cheerily, "Now, many people are agonizing to death over whether or not to build a Space-Time Cathedral in their own territory.

They want to be able to come here immediately but don’t want everything about them under the watchful eye of His Majesty.

The teacher doesn’t mind the King’s gaze, but for a Mage to build a cathedral, it is indeed somewhat awkward."

Hill gave him a death glare; do you think I’m random?

"You’re a Magician," Adrian said happily, "Even if a Magician built ten cathedrals, no one would think he worships deities."

Hill pursed his lips; Adrian would someday get punched for running his mouth.