Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 419 - 218: Divine Mage, Going Against the Path

Chapter 419: Chapter 218: Divine Mage, Going Against the Path

William coldly glanced at the few mages and said no more.

He would have to pay more attention to the ideology of the mages trained by the King’s Academy in the future. If what they produced were all like this, why would he waste so much money?

Freedom is most important, and if the idea that everything can be discarded takes root in these mages’ hearts, should the rare high-level mage Saral cultivates be sent off with a gift?

He indeed needed high-level mages, but those who could work for Saral, like Adrian, setting a number of years to work was acceptable.

But if they felt that the effort Saral put into these mages could be compensated with mere money, why would he bother?

This was no longer an issue that could be solved with better work conditions.

Moreover, it seems like many mages deep down do not wish to live alongside ordinary people, let alone work for them.

Upon reflection, William found Fran’s style of equivalent exchange easier to understand; Adrian’s way of taking money for work seemed perfectly normal at this moment.

The other mages only made him understand why the deities so despised the existence of mages.

William looked down and noticed that the Element Lords who had been watching this side had suddenly dispersed.

It seems Hill also knew that things here were over.

Hill did not plan on having these Element Lords stay and protect him; he was very confident in the poisonous fog drifting around his perimeter.

William sighed, grateful he was not a mage.

Otherwise, he would really suffer a lot.

His guard was not as high, even Hill, who seemed so innocent and naive, was already prepared for an ambush.

Even with Fran and William standing next to him, Hill didn’t feel entirely safe.

If it were William himself, standing next to a big shot from the Gods of Time and Space, he might just watch the excitement.

"Since there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first. I’m worried about Dwarf attacks," William said straightforwardly. "As for that Dwarf assassin, she relies on a Divine Artifact, which cannot be used again in a short time."

Fran silently nodded, he didn’t want to speak anymore.

He was nearly scared to death.

Sitting inside the pendant, Hill also felt quite alarmed.

Surrounded by plants, he took off the bells entwined in his hair.

The gold and silver bells had already cracked.

Lily of the Valley picked up the bell with a vine, appearing to inspect it closely.

She even shook it up, down, left, and right as if trying to feel the extent of the damage that mental attack could inflict on her.

Such a powerful mental attack was enough to worry and scare her.

Windmill Jasmine waved her slender branches proudly, the swishing sound of the wind as if she were laughing heartily.

Her poisonous fog, reputed to poison even the gods!

Indeed, it had been of great use!

Hill sensed the responses from the Element Lords and dismissed their summons with a wave of his hand.

Then he took a deep breath.

Why were they attempting to assassinate him?

He pondered for a long time but couldn’t think of anything he had done to deserve this.

Why did it seem like the Dwarves hated him even more? With such power, why not assassinate William? That might even succeed.

And it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment action; it was premeditated.

But before the attack occurred, Hill had already felt uneasy, his head roaring with a sense of impending crisis enveloping him.

The small distraction of Natural Consciousness only knew to give warning; it didn’t even know where the crisis lay.

Hill didn’t know what would happen; he had suspected it was the Half-Elf Legend, Gillenskjaern, who wanted to kill him.

But he also felt that their hatred hadn’t escalated to the point of a fight to the death, right?

Even if Gillenskjaern desired Hill’s death, he wouldn’t be willing to incur the enmity of someone like Fran.

After deliberation, Hill hid the pendant in the geometric decoration on the armrest of the chair he sat upon.

Then he sat down, resting his hands on the armrest.

Before anything happened, he couldn’t just disappear; the pendant, even being small, was not unfindable.

He had believed in being prepared for the worst, but that screech made his scalp tingle, and without a second thought, he dived into the pendant.

He was unbelievably lucky and blessed.

Had it not been for the bell, even with the blessing of the Goddess of the Silvermoon, he would have been stunned for a second.

He inquired through the Mental Sea about the outside events with a few Element Lords.

The sword light had been aimed directly at his quarters.

If Hill had not dodged in time, he could have been split in two!

Hill could feel the entire cabin was shattered, and his pendant had fallen directly from the armrest to the ground.

He contacted his Earth element lord, Christoval, instructing him to churn and petrify the land here before his avatar dissipated, then gently hide the pendant in the midst of the rocks.

He knew his grandfather would certainly be watching nearby, and in fact, he was already safe.

But feeling those probing spiritual powers searching around, Hill thought it best to keep hiding until the end.

He didn’t plan to leave just like that; the half-plane was also his pursuit.

After the defenses were set up, Hill plopped down onto the lawn, feeling completely bewildered.

Hill couldn’t understand why the Dwarves harbored such animosity towards him.

As he lamented, he leaned backward, and Windmill Jasmine quickly wove a net to catch him.

Smelling the faint scent of jasmine, Hill, who couldn’t leave for the time being, decided to take a nap to alleviate the burden on his Mental Sea.

The things that Hill couldn’t comprehend were also a mystery to most other people.

Draculus had wanted to consult Fran to see if he had any insights.

If it had to do with the survival of humanity, he was still willing to reach out and help.

But Fran, quite decisively, had positioned his Magic Tower a bit further outside the miasma, entered it, and ignored everyone else from then on.

Draculus could only shake his head and fly towards Central City.

He had his own Half-plane, actually more than one.

There was no need for him to stay and observe.

Since there was no issue, he thought he might as well see how the people in Central City were doing now.

He felt that since the King of Saral had issued a warning, it was best to remind them again to pay attention to the requirements Saral set for Professionals. Otherwise, looking at William’s behavior, it seemed like he was very eager to throw them all out.

That was the trouble with Deities; they always had many demands for Mages.

In the past, those who wanted Mages to submit were easier to deal with—just confront them head-on.

But the current Gods of Time and Space were trickier to handle.

They were too egalitarian.

If Professionals and ordinary people had the same rights and freedoms, Saral Country would inevitably suffer backlash.

At the very least, Mages couldn’t stand so many constraints.

Draculus was curious how William planned to manage all the uncontrollable Professionals that the King’s Academy was training.

William did not think that the King’s Academy was producing too many Professionals.

He felt that there were still too few useful people.

Sitting in the Royal Palace hall, William heaved a deep sigh.

Adrian was useful, but also a handful.

Just like the recent incident, he didn’t dare tell Adrian about it.

Draculus was thinking too simply.

Just because his people didn’t actively violate Saral’s rules didn’t mean they were safe.

If Adrian wanted to, he could devise countless ways to make Draculus’s followers make mistakes.

Adrian, after all, had too many Undead eager to do his bidding and cause mischief.

No matter how William looked at it, he believed Adrian would certainly take his anger out on Draculus for not extending a helping hand.

Putting aside those potential future events, William finally managed to contact the God of Time and Space. Perhaps because the Elven God King had once breached the World Membrane, this communication was particularly difficult, and the World Will, even if not awakened, had given the Deities a chance for revenge.

"Who is that Dwarf?" he bluntly asked, "She’s much more powerful than the God of Smithing, and yet I have no memory of her."

"I don’t know either," replied the God of Time and Space, "It only proves that she has stayed on the ground, and though she has the power to ascend to the Starry Sky, she has not chosen to become a Goddess. Probably like the Elves, she wants to watch over their Spaceships.

That is quite normal.

What’s abnormal is why she wants to kill Hill instead of you."

"The matter with the Sunflower?" William said, "That’s the only thing I can think of. Without Hill, no human could have obtained that Demi-God Artifact Seed Bag from the White Wolf.

For Evil Forces, that flower could really be a major problem."

"Are you an idiot?" the God of Time and Space retorted from across, "Her Divine Artifact can only be used once, then how long must she wait to use it again! The events that have already occurred are not worth such a consumption! There must be some future event that makes Hill a nuisance to them!"

William pursed his lips: "Then I’m at a loss. The boy may be powerful, but he isn’t one to stir up trouble easily."

"What does this have to do with character! It’s all about his ability," the God of Time and Space disdainfully left the thoughtless man behind, "I’ll ask the Sun God; he might know something.

Nature Warlocks must be beneficial to the Goddess of the Earth.

The Dwarves want the entire planet, don’t they? As long as the Goddess of the Earth is alive, their objectives cannot succeed."

"Could it be because of Hill’s existence that the allegiance of the Gold Element is wavering?" William said quietly, "Apart from that, I can’t think of any impact a Nature Warlock could have on the Dwarves.

People of this world might not feel it, but both of us know that gold is also part of the earth."

"No need to consider these things too much," the God of Time and Space spoke calmly, "Matters concerning the Goddess of the Earth can only be resolved gradually. You should also be careful in the future; even if the Deities in the Starry Sky cannot take action, it seems the Dwarves have many contingencies in place.

Don’t let anyone send you to my Divine Kingdom!"

William spoke nonchalantly, "Actually, that might not be so bad; I don’t feel like trying anymore."

The God of Time and Space scoffed, "I’ve prepared the Divine Scroll; all the methods are in here, make sure you distribute it."

With that, he straightforwardly severed the connection. William, who was all talk, wasn’t worth his time.

Left with a cancelled communication, William listlessly started reading the scroll.

Sheesh, it looked rather troublesome.

He planned to give one to Hill; though the boy wasn’t a Priest, he should be able to craft Holy Series scrolls.

Such Holy Scrolls could carry a Healing Spell, and even if Mana ran low, having spiritual power would be enough for him to save his life.

Hill surely still had the Sunflower in his possession.