Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Terry didn't understand why Hill looked helpless. He knew very well how many good things Hill had on hand to earn gold coins. Could it be that Hill preferred hoarding goods instead of collecting gold coins?

It's not a treasure, even the dragon wouldn't be so stingy.

How nice it would be to replace it with cute and catchy sequins!

Jin Long curled his lips, took off his soft gloves, and lay down comfortably on his own big carpet: "Hill, the harpist also wants to come over.

Although they said it was because the priest of Melikai was an elf with a unicorn and wanted to find a new parish, I always felt that there was something wrong.

He told the truth, but not the whole story. "

"I don't want to tell you directly, it must have something to do with dragons!" Aglaia said simply, "I just can't tell you directly, but it doesn't mean you can't know. Probably everyone in your family knows."

Hill was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly understood.

This is for next year's Year of Thunder. With the endless thunder falling on the earth, countless dragon eggs belong to the one who picks them up. They are completely consistent with the dragon clan that raised them.

As the most direct incarnations of the origin, the Platinum Dragon King and the Five Color Dragon Queen must have received prophecies.

So Bahamut may have asked all his allies for help. Rather than turning these dragon eggs into five-color dragons, he would rather let them turn into metal dragons and then sign a short-term alliance contract with humans.

To put it bluntly, it's the Dragon Knight.

The forest god system has always had a good relationship with the platinum dragon, and with the goddess of magic, of course they will do the best of both worlds.

As for Tire, they probably have no interest. Dragon Knights are certainly good, but for the paladins who like to charge collectively, if they cannot form a Dragon Knights group, they might as well be inferior to the Horned Pegasus.

It was more important to Tyr that Baal not be resurrected from any of his descendants.

The Harper members, who prefer to fight alone, pay much more attention to being able to become dragon knights.

But they can't tell Terry the truth, right? Who dares to say to a golden dragon: In order to ride your kind out, all the members of the Harpers are working very hard now?

"Aglaia is right." Hill nodded to Terry, "You can contact your parents and ask, but I guess it has little to do with you, otherwise they would not have informed you."

"The Harper's people?" Terry tilted his big head and couldn't help but ask, "Let them in?"

"Anyone can come to the half of the Aglaia Temple. Isn't it because they have clean water here?" Hill replied calmly, "But the temple cannot be built on this side of the hotel. If ordinary people are willing to come, , you can rent my house like the people in Tire, the small one is 6 gold, the big one is 12 gold, for one year."

Terry suddenly laughed out loud: "You want the Harpers and Tyr's followers to live together? Hehe~ Maybe there will be a fight."

"They are all in the good camp and know how to understand each other, and there are several rows~ They can discuss their own accommodation." Hill said without changing his face, "Let the judges of Tire take care of themselves when it comes to fighting! I believe They will ensure fairness, and the Harper is not their enemy."

Terry opened the window and looked at the desolate swamp on the west side of the road: "You really know how to deal with these elf priests! It would have taken her more than ten years to build Melika's temple with her own hands.

Those trees alone need to be purified for ten years, right? "

As followers of Melikai, it is absolutely impossible for them to ask a mage for help in this matter, not even a natural mage.

Not to mention asking other gods for help.

Those big trees that can survive have been destroyed and penetrated by the breath of death for at least a hundred years. The wood elves have their hands full.

Terry showed a mocking face. Dragons of different races would fight. Can elves of different races get along well with each other?

Those guys at the Harpers thought so beautifully.

"Since she wants to add glory to the goddess Melikai, she must have to work hard. Otherwise, why not go to Silvermoon City to stay." Hill also showed a smile.

Since she didn't tell the truth, of course Hill would give her normal treatment.

He was just a cold-tempered Wood Elf, what could he have to do with someone of Golden Elf blood?

If anyone wants to investigate the elven blood in Hill, then they should ask Corellon. Calculating the blood relationship, he really only has that little relationship with Corellon.

"You think it's troublesome to open a store, why don't you find businessmen to settle in?" Terry asked curiously, "There will definitely be people who are willing to come. The location of this place is actually quite good.

It means that the tax you charge should be low. If it is high, they might as well stay in Neverwinter or Waterdeep. There will definitely not be many people buying things here, and they can only sell to passers-by. "

"That little tax isn't enough trouble for me." Hill lay down directly, "Do I need to get a Sheriff to help them resolve business disputes?

No matter whose fault it is, it's trouble.

In the store I opened, all the prices were clearly marked, the goods were sold by smart cores, and the delivery people were puppets. If anyone still caused trouble, they deserved to be beaten to death by the puppets.

There aren't many people to talk to in your tavern. "

Terry thought of those Luskans who dared to provoke even though they knew they were dragons, and nodded in agreement.

He knew that Hill didn't like troubles that kept coming, but in Faerûn there would be trouble as long as people worked.

Sometimes it may be the clerk who says something too much that leads to death.

That's why Hill would rather work harder at the beginning to avoid having to wipe his ass later.

On the contrary, those who directly find Hill to cause trouble are the easiest problems to deal with. They cannot be called troubles. It is easy to fight them back or kill them.

Terry didn't want to deal with relationships either, the bartender was another story. He took out a drawing and said, "Hill, I like this house."

"You finally want to build your own home?" Hill smiled and floated the paper over, his smile gradually disappearing.

Even if Terry chooses the bird's nest type, it will be better than this one!

Isn't this the Dutch Treasury? Hill didn't even know when he had saved this drawing!

Could it be that the undead have similar buildings there?

He glanced at Liszt in confusion.

"This is the drawing sent by the Wenjian family. I remember it very clearly." Of course Liszt had seen it. "At that time, he wanted to make this building the main building of the Crystal Palace, but he was held back by the family members. In the end, he was unwilling to give up. It’s a waste, just send it to us.”

It's just waste recycling.

Unexpectedly, a golden dragon would fall in love with this fully enclosed concrete-like building.

But as soon as Hill thought about the shape covered with 3D gold coins, he suddenly understood why Terry made such a choice!

It's a pity that his thousands of drawings were really lost in the most meaningless place.

"That's right, Hill..." Terry was a little embarrassed and raised his paw to cover his face: "Can you use Toriel's gold coins? Although they are golden, they feel a bit strange."

Hill was silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed: "Okay. But of the gold coins here in Toril, I only know what moon coins and dragon coins are like."

Terry quickly found all types of gold coins in his bag, even those from other continents: "I spent a lot of effort to collect all these from my mother!

Thanks Hill! I'm so excited! This house is a dragon's dream home! "

"It's just a coating." Hill said slowly. "It's impossible to copy it with gold. I don't want to know how many dragons there are in Faerûn."

"Of course, that's great!" Terry couldn't help but roll on the carpet, "It's really built with gold, my mother would have to come and rob the house."

Hill could feel the seriousness in Terry's tone, and he knew a little more about creatures like dragons.

Taking advantage of the unknown darkness of the night, Hill took the drawing in his hand and flew to the top of Sword Peak to build his big house for Terry.

It was really easy. Functional buildings like Terry's workshop were placed in the sealed cave. In addition to the kitchen and dining room, the house outside was his bedroom in front of the cave door.

Terry felt that even if his parents came in person, he would not choose to entertain them in his lair, so leaving a place to eat would be enough.

Hill thought for a while and built a wide viewing platform outside the large vault, and then left a second floor space in the tall building.

Although Terry has not grown up yet, and there are many dragons who remain single until death, he must leave such a leeway.

What if he could have a dragon cub in the future?

As for the outside, Hill, who could direct the natural deformation of the soil, could easily cover it with countless small gold coins, but he was a little tired when outlining the pattern.

After getting all these gold coins, the silver moon is already high in the sky.

Hill commanded to melt a large amount of copper, a small amount of gold, and a mixed liquid of stabilizer, covering the entire building bit by bit. Terry cherished it and invited the gentle wind to blow slowly.

"What are you doing? Terry." Aglaia, who was watching the excitement, couldn't help but ask.

"Let the water dry faster!" Terry said seriously, "What if there is a strong wind at night and the gold coins are scratched?"

Aglaia asked with an unkind expression: "What makes you think that when I'm around, there will still be water that won't do this?"

Terry laughed awkwardly. If he cared, he would be confused!

Hill looked up at his construction results and reminded Jin Long: "Remember to draw the magic circle for yourself every day. No one can help you with this."

Terry waved his paw: "Don't worry! I have been thinking about how to draw for decades!"

Hill left with Aglaia speechlessly, leaving Terry to admire his love nest.

However, although Terry was reluctant to leave his beloved big house, he still went to manage the tavern honestly after dawn. By the way, he notified those people that in the future there would definitely be not only the believers of the gods from the Harpers Alliance, but also the Tibetan people. Your paladin.

Only the tavern is always a neutral place. In other places, Terry will not care if he is caught doing something.

There was silence in the tavern.