Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 893 - 689: What Is the Personality of the Sanda King in Old Age?

Chapter 893: Chapter 689: What Is the Personality of the Sanda King in Old Age?

Lynn wasn’t very familiar with the Undead Tribe; he rarely interacted with them alone, so he had no particular feeling about them. He just curiously asked, "Why is this undead girl interested in Maxwell’s mage robe?

Isn’t what she’s wearing more luxurious?"

Hill glanced: "The robe is another style. The color and cut suit a little girl.

The Undead Tribe doesn’t have such well-fitting mage robes; the girl’s clothing type is usually little formal dresses."

The robe that is sexy and form-fitting on an adult woman becomes a colorful sack and children’s clothing on a petite frame. They’re not really kids, so how could they like such things?

But the designer William hired apparently has a different logic: little lolis wear various length princess dresses and cake dresses, while boys wear western-style suits.

Hill could understand why ’Old Age Striking King’ was interested in Edna Maxwell’s robe.

Edna wore a truly distinctive robe today. The cleverly designed gradient color looked like a touch of sunset in the sky, evidently crafted by a master. Silvermoon City is indeed a gathering place for artists.

Lynn was probably accustomed to the style of Silvermoon City and actually thought the Undead Tribe’s clothes looked quite nice.

Edna was initially startled. She thought she had been hiding well among the bushes and chose this dress precisely because it perfectly concealed her among the intertwining red-brown and deep red branches of the Wude Wood.

Recently, she only chose red dresses or robes when going out.

Only Laila could find her each time.

But this lady seems to be aware of Edna’s situation and probably thinks Edna wants some alone space, so she never actively disturbs her.

Even if she knew where Edna was, Ms. Laila would come by while calling out.

This was Edna’s first time being caught by someone about her age, and she was nervously packing her book carefully.

’Old Age Striking King’ was totally unconcerned about the girl’s cautious behavior; she was solely focused on finding out where to buy a similar dress.

Even if she couldn’t wear it as external equipment like fashion, she wouldn’t give up such a cute little dress!

At worst, she could only wear it in Agleya City... The most important thing is, she must have the first piece! If it’s unique, even better.

Edna finally understood the intention of the lady in front of her and replied with some difficulty: "This dress can probably only be bought in Silvermoon City. But I remember Lady Herlois never makes the same design multiple times. Even if it’s the same Twilight series, each piece is different, and there were only five in total; they sold out on the day."

’Old Age Striking King’ instantly deflated, sitting next to Edna sullenly: "Ah! Damn it! Why does everything have these limited edition things everywhere?

So now I want it even more, what to do?"

Edna looked on helplessly at her ferociously pulling out grass and pounding on the ground.

"By the way, what’s your name?" ’Old Age Striking King’ stopped her hands, "Let’s be friends! I am ’Old Age Striking King’, just call me Sanda King Sister."

Edna tilted her head to look at this peculiar half-elf, "I am Edna Maxwell, you can call me Edna, sister."

"Then we’re friends now, right?" ’Old Age Striking King’ asked happily.

Edna hesitated and nodded: she had heard of these Teraxil Elves with strange names, and their leaders and deities had disharmonious relations with the current Mystra; they shouldn’t do anything to her.

If they were adults, Edna would still avoid them, but the one in front of her was also a minor, so she thought it should be alright.

’Old Age Striking King’ quickly got to the point: "Can we exchange the dresses we’re wearing?"

Edna was stunned. A girl raised with lady-like education was completely at a loss on how to deal with the presumptuousness of this elder sister.

Hill stretched out his hand, preparing to have Lily of the Valley turn off the projection; he didn’t think Edna could hold out much longer.

But ’Old Age Striking King’ was more straightforward; she placed a small Mushroom House on the clearing behind the bushes: it was one of the smallest types of Alchemy Huts Hill sold a long time ago. The round mushroom occupied only four square meters and was only two meters high. Its interior had only a bedroom, a living room, and a small bathroom.

Then she pulled Edna directly inside, probably intending to have a good chat in there.

Hill himself did not place importance on such practice houses; once the stock cleared, he didn’t bother with it anymore, but he hadn’t expected that this small house would fit so well with little lolis.

But Lynn couldn’t help but ask: "Are these small space houses a specialty of Teraxil?"

Hill honestly replied: "Many of the ones held by the Undead Tribe were made by me, or my family.

But this type of small house, Teraxil’s Alchemist Masters usually make them.

I have a good relationship with the Undead Tribe. It just happened that during that time, I was in a practice phase, so all the stock was distributed to them.

Teraxil has many space type magical beasts; otherwise, the God of Time and Space wouldn’t appear."

Lynn nodded solemnly, fully aware of the terrifying nature of divinities like time and space.

The Toril Gods, only dare to graze the edges of time or space. Those who attempt to fully grasp these laws... have basically all fallen.

Hill frowned slightly and cautioned Lily of the Valley, "Be careful, that lady is coming over."

With someone like Laila, having such a large commotion near her, especially involving the children under her protection, she certainly couldn’t remain unreactive.

This Archmage, who also serves as a ranger, possesses two formidable abilities that even Hill is wary of: Name Summoning Control and Supernatural Ability.

Even Hill, within a thousand miles, wouldn’t want to say her name. Although the Puzzle Lock should block Laila’s perception of his name, Hill still didn’t want to take that risk.

Even as the mother of two children, Laila on the screen still seemed like a maiden, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief.

She was indeed beautiful, but Hill first noticed her mischievous expression.

Laila walked to the front of the Mushroom House and gently knocked on the door, but the faint glow in her hand indicated to onlookers that her primary intent was to analyze the Alchemical Oddity before her.

The door of the hut opened quickly.

The ’Old Age Striking King’, already in his evening robe, poked his head out, "Pretty lady, who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Edna hiding in the room, the adorable little girl." Laila suddenly became cheerful. In Deepwater City, few people spoke to her like this, which is why she never wanted to stay in this boring place.

Unfortunately... Kelben’s ambition is too big. She must keep an eye on him to prevent him from involving her son in it.

Laila hasn’t wanted to talk to Kelben for a long time now. She has no intention of letting her children pay for Kelben’s schemes.

Staying in Deepwater City is also to ensure that at critical moments, she can protect her child.

If she were far away, it would even be possible for Kelben to give her son’s ownership to someone else. Even though Laila could turn against Kelben with the help of her sisters and snatch her son back, who knows what mistakes might occur.

Laila doesn’t trust Kelben’s love for family.

She used to believe that Kelben loved his sister and nephew, but all those familial affections turned cold after the prophecy of the twins came out.

Laila doesn’t believe that her bond with Kelben can surpass the centuries of family ties.

Ever since Midnight ascended and gave Kelben the hope of becoming stronger and possibly a deity, the Archmage whom Laila admired for his calm, restraint, but friendly demeanor had vanished.

However, at that time, Laila could still feel love from him, so she chose to tolerate it.

But now, if it weren’t for the children...

She would have left this wretched place long ago, off exploring the world.

Laila gently smiled as she looked at the small head sticking out from the inner room. It seems Edna has made a friend?

She didn’t mind at all where this friend came from. What’s the matter if the Half-Elf is from Agleya? This one fits Edna much better than those discomforting students of Kelben.

"Edna and I swapped clothes." The ’Old Age Striking King’ said cutely, "But she doesn’t like the white ones. I’m picking a nice little dress for her. Would the pretty sister like to see too?"

Laila didn’t hesitate to nod in agreement, "Sure~"

Hill frowned, instructing Lily of the Valley to cut off the connection with that side before Laila turned back.

"Even though most magic can’t be used, her perception is still very high." Hill sighed, "She already sensed someone watching her, but she’s likely suspecting Kelben more."

"This member of the Undead Tribe... what kind of temperament does he have? Does Hill know?" Lynn didn’t care about Laila. Among the Northern Seven Sisters, there’s none lacking, and Laila could, to some extent, contend with Elaströ. He only wanted to know what kind of friend Midnight had made... Childhood friends can have a more significant impact on life than unqualified parents!

But the personality of the Undead Tribe is something he really couldn’t figure out.

"Punching those who oppose?" Hill muttered.

"What?" Lynn doubted his ears.

"Though a priest, really likes using fists." Hill exhaled, "Temperament... extremely foul, foul-mouthed and prone to fighting is normal, and very relentless, able to self-destruct at critical moments."

This kind of driven player on tasks was what Hill used to fear most... teaming with her would always make one question life.

Lynn thought for a while and still couldn’t understand. It sounded like a barbarian warrior, but... such warriors wouldn’t pursue pretty little dresses; they would only see if their muscles became stronger.

He looked at Hill in confusion, "That lady is still here! There shouldn’t be any problem, right?"