Chapter 2211 - 786: Everyone Actually Knows

Although Hill is a great archmage who requires a lot of space.

However, as someone who carries various enormous spaces and even has a half-plane, able to eat freshly picked fruits on the same day, Hill’s needs for the Magic Tower are only for a study and an Alchemy Laboratory.

Then there are living quarters for family and students, guest rooms, plus a layer for puppet maintenance and storage space... With the degree of space folding in Hill’s Magic Tower, this is just three floors.

Even if Hill set up a magic garden in his Magic Tower, apart from some plants that only need magic energy, others that prefer the open sky, white clouds, and fresh air, Hill mostly sent into the half-plane.

So, his magic garden, although it looks luxurious, ordinary people can’t live in it... Although these intelligent magic plants find Hill’s attitude towards people reasonably mild, they hardly understand what "mortal flesh" means.

Those thorn vines can cheerfully greet someone and make a Level Ten professional have a tough skin... In a place where Hill has lived for a long time, how could there be low-rank magic plants?

These magic plants even know how to move freely between the Magic Tower and the half-plane.

Just imagine, a plant that can pull out its roots and find the entrance to the half-plane... The intelligence of plants and the talent for surviving without earth are only understood at Level Sixteen.

So, Hill’s Magic Tower, the lower layers, are really of no use.

Hill, in accordance with his former imagination of bustling spaces, crafted complex spaces that in the end, just give puppets something to do daily.

Therefore, he truly doesn’t mind Lansendel using it.

At most, List would be a bit busier, needing to constantly keep an eye on Lansendel to prevent him from going overboard.

However, to be frank, because of Hill’s homebody nature, List, which could compare to the city core of the world where the Undead Tribe reside, is mostly wasted.

Although he needs to communicate with sub-Tower Spirits across multiple worlds... Hill’s sub-Tower Spirits primarily carry out some daily tasks and gather recent information.

If those sub-Tower Spirits are using the highest configuration computer to manage daily searches like using Baidu, Hill’s use of List is like playing Minesweeper on China’s Tianhe-2.

Therefore, this bit of work from Lansendel is nothing to List.

His biggest challenge is simply organizing the language in a way that Lansendel will understand the consequences of his actions... rather than being able to stop him in time.

List has always been very articulate; even interacting with the Undead Tribe, he is exceptionally adept.

A mere Lansendel is no match.

Of course, most importantly, although Lansendel is capricious, he respects his friends... Just as if Hill doesn’t speak, he would never bypass Hill to direct List.

He has never assumed an air of divine power here at Hill’s... That sort of condescending attitude, treating using your things as a favor, Lansendel has, but only indirectly.

He is always adept at leveraging his status and power.

But Lansendel never uses such alleged divine might on his friends... Even his chosen ones and followers seldom see that side of him.

So, Hill is not worried that List won’t be able to handle it.

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Josh rose with a hand on his head, a clear sense of stupidity in his gaze... This approach of scolding a disobedient child, he is actually quite familiar with.

So, Josh began pondering what he had done wrong again.

His earnest thinking expression proved just how accustomed he was to this kind of minor chastisement.

Hill couldn’t help but glance at Lansendel.

Lansendel spoke casually before Hill could ask, "The Young Master taught me how to describe Josh and them: defeated again, fights again, unrepentant despite repeated teachings.

Turn back, and yet never do."

Hill couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Add to that, the reason Dawn Elect are mostly rejected by Toril’s official forces is not just because their leader is too devilish!

"The Young Master seems to be coming up soon, " Hill decided not to discuss this unsolvable issue with Lansendel, "and he is indeed the first."

"Of course!" Lansendel puffed out his chest, "Ha~ it’s dawn now!

Under the dawn, he gains the most bonuses, how can mere icy grassland hold him... oh, Hill, are you still trying to punish the Young Master?"

Lansendel asked hesitantly, "Given his usual penchant for being first, that’s already quite a harsh punishment, isn’t it?"

Hill glanced at him: "I generally don’t carry things over."

Luck is also a kind of capability.

The area where ’Young Master’ fell is already the most challenging corner Hill prepared in the mountain maze.

According to Hill’s understanding of him... southeast, northwest, up and down, left and right are all unclear, only knowing to walk a single path to the end ’Young Master’, probably can struggle below for some time.

’Young Master’ has a very interesting trait.

He won’t simply resort to ending it himself just because his experience bar doesn’t suffer losses over death.

In some battles within the Proud Sky Alliance, if he truly had no choice but to rely on the death return to the city, this guy would try to drag it out to the end, hoping to avoid this outcome.

If he really couldn’t avoid it, he would also try to take the enemy with him, rather than just swiftly delivering a blow to himself.

He’s not even very willing to jump off a mountain.

So, it’s even less likely for him to be like others, who, finding no way out, simply off themselves.

However, in what Hill believed would be a very difficult cave for someone to fall into, at the center of this mountain belly... the reason there are tiny openings leading to the slope is that there are bigger caves all around and above this central cave.

To ensure the ’Young Master’ would securely fall into this central little cave, Hill arranged several long and slender alleys.

However, the result surprised him... although, as he anticipated, there wouldn’t be more than 10 people in this small cave, the composition of people was truly astonishing.

’Perfect Bald’ being able to fall in was already quite rare... He was just huddled on the hillside watching the fun, not participating in the grand drama on the Rainbow Bridge.

Normally, he should have fallen into the outer caves with ’Xiao Liuliu’... Yet, he encountered a gust of wind.

Moreover, this gust of wind only swept him up, leaving ’Xiao Liuliu’ beside him completely unscathed.

Then came ’Magic Sword’ and ’Lu Huayu,’ both in adult form.

Hill always thought such slender holes could only be fallen into by lolis and young masters... moreover, they would have to be a member of the Rainbow Choir.

But what happened with those two tall big guys?

’Magic Sword,’ well, he’s fine, encountering whatever is normal.

What’s going on with ’Lu Huayu’?

Speaking of which, the ’Young Master’ isn’t someone who readily admits his mistakes.

Even if he understands that ’Perfect Bald’s words are true, he will still try to find another path on his own.

Thus, Hill wasn’t surprised that Lansendel was discussing certain issues with ’Young Master’... in this aspect, ’Young Master’ is definitely not outdone.

Yet although he occasionally likes to act annoyingly, he wouldn’t do it in front of his enemies.

With ’Lu Huayu’ around, ’Young Master’ would surely be much more serious.

Although making this Young Master swallow his pride and endure humiliation is a form of punishment, it really strayed quite far from Hill’s initial intentions.

If it weren’t known that the Undead Tribe’s elemental body couldn’t bestow real luck blessings... that thing is a fate spell and can only be used on the soul... This time the ’Young Master’ truly seemed like he had just danced a waltz with Tymora.

Hill couldn’t help but look at Lansendel, pondering how many layers of buffs Tai Ji had stacked on him, to make him always encounter people with natural luck.

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In the hall deeply grasping Lansendel’s will, Josh finally added an amplifying spell to himself, and began reading from a golden shimmering manual in the still very noisy hall.

The Undead Tribe, not many were listening, mostly murmuring about the nickname ’Rooster Josh.’

Then everyone quickly reached a consensus.

Dawn Messenger... Dawn Summoner... Rooster Josh... Red-tailed Rooster: Josh’s hair was dark red and shoulder-length, tied into a bunch resting on his chest.

Due to his open and bold speaking style, the end of his hair also slightly bounced... indeed somewhat resembles a rooster’s tail.

Hill didn’t know whether Josh heard clearly, but he understood anyway.

Eventually, Josh finished speaking his long speech just as ’Perfect Bald’ arrived at the Magic Tower... Though he did praise Lansendel’s greatness and expressed gratitude for the Undead Tribe’s willingness to help, it all got overshadowed by the term ’Red-tailed Rooster.’

So, at the moment those Task Puppets began to glow, diverting the attention of the Undead Tribe, Josh finally realized his blunder and left the room quietly.

"Ah?" ’Perfect Bald’ asked the ’Young Master’ standing in front of him as he stepped into the hall, "What happened? Why did the task just begin?

Do we all have to come in to start?

No way! ’Magic Sword’ is still climbing below!

Hmph, but ’Road Eunuch’ is quick... where is he?"

"Standing over there in that line." The ’Young Master’ pointed to the right side, "Whose house is that? Do you recognize them?

I somehow feel they’re not from Doomsday!"

"Don’t recognize them." ’Perfect Bald’ mulled for a moment, "Maybe Zhu Meili’s people?

Lately, those two have been quite close."

"Has ’Road Eunuch’ gone mad? Does he like dung sea maggots so much?" ’Young Master’ couldn’t help but wrap his little arms around himself, jumping twice, as if trying to shake off goosebumps.

"The Night Butterfly Thing, for Ambori’s new ally, should be quite intimidating." ’Perfect Bald’ replied unabashedly.