Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 85 - 76: Random Thoughts on Hill Road

Chapter 85: Chapter 76: Random Thoughts on Hill Road

Haifasardo, this border city, had no guards even facing the direction of Cortez.

Possibly, the nobles who were supposed to guard the city were either collecting tolls at the checkpoints or had already gone to Cortez.

Hill bid farewell to several mages who were flying in the sky and saying goodbye to him, watching them fly north without hesitation, he silently gave himself a thumbs up.

The carriage went straight out of the city.

Cohen, who had been silent in the carriage for a long time, flapped his wings and gestured to Hill that he wanted to fly outside for a while.

Hill looked outside and nodded in agreement.

Now in Haifasardo, there were hardly any beings that could threaten Cohen.

Opening the window and watching Cohen soar into the starry sky, Hill felt in a good mood.

Srei asked softly, "Are we going directly to Cortez?"

"Yes," Hill answered, "Nature told me something related to me happened. But it doesn’t seem important.

Just in case, I’ll still go take a walk in Cortez first.

I’ve finally come out; I don’t want to end up never having left Saral in the end."

The name Haifasardo will surely not be left standing, and in the end, I’ll still be on Saral’s territory.

The greatest benefit of the alchemy carriage is that you don’t need to worry if the horses pulling the cart can see the road clearly.

As long as Srei knows the path, the carriage will never get lost.

Moreover, the nobles fleeing Haifasardo had trampled a straight broad road.

The prairie is very vast, so there are actually many magical beasts.

The magical beasts on the prairie are usually wolf species, and they are very ferocious.

In the speedy travel of the carriage, Hill could feel the prairie wolves lurking on both sides of the road.

It seemed like they had all learned that humans would pass along this road, and who knows how many nobles’ servants had met their deaths here.

Hill did not care; magical beasts seldom attacked him on their own initiative.

Although the carriage had a faint magical reaction, it was covered with a natural thorn spell on the outside, so the magical beasts ignored the carriage.

Even bears wouldn’t want to deal with thorns.

However, the wolves on the prairie were very sensitive to reactions; the carriage made almost no sound, and a little bit of magical emission could provoke such a quick response in them, probably because of the fierce battles they had with Haifasardo’s nobles.

The more arrogant they are now, the more miserable they will be later.

What perfect prey for new adventurers! Anyone who has played online games has had their share of wolf kills.

Suddenly, Cohen let out a gehe-gehe warning, and Hill leaned over to look up from the carriage window: it was the prairie vultures.

A few vultures circled overhead, surrounding Cohen but showing no intention of attacking.

Apparently, they had never seen a peregrine falcon larger than a vulture and were a bit hesitant and afraid.

After Cohen’s warning sound, they conveniently opened up a space, but still followed Cohen at a distance.

Cohen was a bit impatient, but he didn’t want to hurt these timid and foolish birds; eventually, he dived down and returned to the carriage.

Hill smiled and patted the displeased Cohen, presenting him with a feast.

Actually, what Hill needed to be more wary of at the moment were human thieves.

He took out a book and instructed Srei to notify him when they were near Cortez, then began reading an autobiographical novel written by a mage from Haifasardo.

Everyone depicted themselves as so wise and powerful, even possessing several charms to "refuse sisterhood and pursue the Way." And which unlucky noblewoman became their stepping-stone, he couldn’t fathom.

No wonder that six-fireball mage from Danton was so admired; his book on spells was indeed a serious compendium of many of his own improved spell ideas.

As for these books, they were much more interesting to read than the knight novels Hill had seen in the Earl’s Castle.

Many mages who prepared medicines for the nobles created a very fitting image of the nobility in their novels, with realistic depictions of the cutthroat struggles within noble families. Hill thought the money spent on these was well worth it for such stories.

As Hill flipped through the pages, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

If Melanie had read these, and not those knight novels that flattered the nobility, would she have been duped by the Earl?

Sometimes Hill truly felt she had fallen in love with the romance she imagined. When that beauty shattered completely, she had no lingering feelings for the Earl.

If divorce had been a thing in this world, she would have kicked the Earl to the curb and returned to Fran’s side long ago.

Unfortunately, with no way to turn back, she could only take solace in alchemy.

So she never liked Hill, got annoyed upon seeing Adrian, and eventually blew herself up in a crazy experiment due to elemental chaos, beyond Fran’s ability to save.

In the deep quiet of the night, the carriage moved slowly. Hill fell into contemplation.

In his own world, girls reading romance novels, in their rebellious years, madly falling for the nobles and domineering CEOs in the books was not a big deal—they could never meet the real people anyway, at most projecting their enthusiasm onto actors on TV.

When they grew up, they naturally put away such fantasies.

Melanie, however, had been thoroughly chilled by her adolescent foolishness and had never managed to move past it.

He wanted to have List make copies of the content in these spell books.

As more and more children learned to read, there would always be people looking for light novels to read.

The knight novels flooding the market now were not suitable for children of commoner origin.

If someone of noble origin like Mage Melanie ended up in such a predicament after seeing only the splendid and glamorous side of the nobility, then the fate of commoner girls would be even more miserable.

Hill knew he was not someone with lofty ambitions like William.

Still, he wanted to do some small things within his power.

And he knew others would understand if he did this. After all, the story about his mother must have already spread far and wide.

Many mages would surely use it to educate their foolish daughters.

Hill meant to stop the carriage to contact List, but something felt off.

It was as if Nature was telling him, "Not yet, talk about it later."

He was a well-behaved child; Nature would never harm him.

Let’s wait until we reach Cortez to talk about it. After all, the books are still in his possession, no preparation needed in advance.

Hill just wanted to ask for List’s opinion first, as he was more rational.

Still, the road was too long, leading to idle speculations. Hill chided himself.

How much did the founding monarch of Haifasardo loathe Cortez!

The distance equaled almost half of Haifa.