Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Even after making a request that silenced the entire tavern to buy all the sausages, Hill remained unfazed while Lynn couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth.

"Do you know how much we have?" he said in a high-pitched voice, "A whole warehouse!"

"No high-level mage has ever been here, right?" Hill said calmly, "Even a level 10 mage wouldn't think there's a problem."

A collective gasp came from behind him.

These rangers, none of whom were above level 7, finally understood what kind of being they had been mocking. First, there was a dead silence behind Hill, then a rustling sound as they began to sneak out of the tavern one by one.

No wonder this place was primarily inhabited by agility-based professionals. Except for a few warriors who moved a little more clumsily, most people managed to sneak out with minimal movement.

Hill noticed that the door, which waited until everyone had run out, finally closed, confirming that the people here were indeed quite united and friendly, with no barriers between humans and half-elves.

Lynn stiffly set down his wine glass: "My lousy tavern, I never imagined one day I'd welcome a mage above level 10! Even a level 9 ranger would make us all stay quiet."

Hill continued eating methodically. To be honest, the lamb chops and sausages were really delicious.

Hot dogs weren't bad either.

He genuinely wanted them all.

"I'm not just saying it." Hill finished the last piece of lamb chop, then sipped his fruit wine slowly, "I really want to buy all of it."

"Why?" Lynn asked, utterly baffled, "Won't you pass through here again? Although sausages keep for a long time, but..."

"Mages never have issues with preservation." Hill promptly interrupted him, "But no mage would buy food from the same place twice."

Lynn paused for a while before he said, "Is the mage world that terrifying? Coming back a second time might attract enemies to your doorstep?"

"High-level mage," Hill replied coldly, "it's not just enemies that pose a threat. If there weren't any beings above level 10 in this small town, I definitely wouldn't buy food here."

To create a poison that Hill couldn't detect, it couldn't be done by low-level professionals.

At the very least, such a poison would need to be concocted by a legendary being.

After thinking it over, Lynn finally said, "I can only sell you half; I have to consider my old buddies. Although they have big mouths, the security around the town really depends on them."

"As long as they don't mention me, I won't randomly interfere." Hill smiled, "Two-thirds. Sell me the same amount of your salted lamb chops as well!

It's not winter yet, so you should be able to stock up. It's good for them too, gives them something to do aside from gambling on passersby every day."

Lynn shook his head helplessly. This brother of his, exuding an aura of the natural force, was quite vengeful.

He actually sensed that the mage before him was very powerful, but he assumed Hill was a part-time druid.

Many nature mages chose to double as druids. Although the aura was strong, it didn't necessarily mean the strength was immensely terrifying.

But if he was purely a mage, Hill certainly was much higher than level 10.

Fortunately, most nature mages were neutral or even kind in alignment; otherwise, those guys might be out of luck.

Lynn reminded himself, next time a mage enters the tavern, he had to make sure that group kept some manners. If one with a bad temper came in, he wouldn't be able to save anyone.

"Do you want meatballs? Actually, the meatballs are my best sellers; they love taking them on the go." Lynn asked with a smile.

"No, they're all fatty, I don't like them." Hill replied decisively.

Lynn quickly got up, "Come on then, Archmage, follow me to the warehouse and take them yourself. I don't have such large storage equipment."

Hill smiled as he followed behind, "No rush. I plan to stay here for a few days. Do you have a suitable room for me?"

"I'd be crazy to let you stay in the tavern! Drive customers away?" Lynn replied irritably, "I'll find you a suitable piece of land; you can set up a small house! Don't tell me you don't know the luxury mansion art; in the academy faction, everyone knows it."

Hill curled his mouth, "Alright, I'll pay."

"Once you find a place, I'll dig out the newspapers from the past few years and send them over." Lynn murmured, "Don't you just want to know what the outside world is like now?

Compared to the nonsense in the tavern, newspapers are more believable, and these are official newspapers from Silvermoon City!"

He led Hill to an underground warehouse, opened the door with a large key, and Hill glanced at the brass lock.

Though not obvious, it was indeed a magical equipment!

Probably meant to guard against thieves with lock-picking spells and junior mages with door-opening spells.

"Alright. Pack it yourself, only two-thirds." Lin Sen turned his head helplessly, "I wonder which elder in your family taught you such proficient parcel art."

Hill smiled and waved his hand, placing the chosen food into his pendant.

He had long noticed that Lynn probably had a gold elves' bloodline, so he was very friendly towards Hill, who clearly had a gold elf wind, and given his relatively high level, he wasn't too afraid of Hill's evident higher level either.

In fact, in this small town, Lynn was likely one of the highest-level beings.

It just depended on how you calculated the levels. According to Ferun's calculations, he was actually level 10, but to Hill, he still appeared as a level 7 bard. The three levels of the priest profession could be completely ignored.

Hill's elven bloodline had been completely cleared by the Earth Bear bloodline, but when he first awakened as a magician, he had directly learned the elves' knowledge.

Moon elves didn't actually have much of their own heritage; what they ultimately passed to their descendants were actually the inherited knowledge from the elves.

So Hill's elven heritage still belonged to the gold elves' lineage.

Sometimes, Hill thought that the reason why the moon elves' high-level leaders were willing to marry elves was for the sake of their descendants. They were a blank slate, but if they acquired knowledge from the elves, even a newborn elf could become a beautifully heavy book.

Hill smiled as he followed Lynn out of the tavern.

For Lynn, who was both boss and bartender, since there was no more business, it was better to quickly send this high-level mage away. Otherwise, when business peaked at night, no one might dare to come.

News in the small town spread quickly; in just a short while, the streets were already less crowded.

After pondering for a moment, Lynn led Hill to the highest building in the small town. "Elves just out of the forest often do not adapt well to the outside dirtiness. Our place is cleaner because there are many half-elves, you can get used to it first."

He glanced slightly at Hill's feet which hadn't touched the ground all along: "If you have floating magical items on your shoes, that's fine, but wasting spells would be too much.

Outside the forest isn't safe; you'd better save all your magic slots."

Hill nodded, "I know, my shoes can automatically float."

Lynn smiled, he knew it, this was a nouveau riche from the forest.

Hill, although nothing like an elf, was even more particular than an ordinary elf. Although his behavior lacked that rhythmic charm and seemed very casual, it was clear to anyone with a discerning eye that he was someone of noble birth.

At the top tier, they didn't worry about being overly courteous in every action. Even minor transgressions were nothing to fuss over since others could only emulate them.

With his gold elven bloodline, Lynn knew very well the ways of his elven kin. They only demanded courtesy and protocol from outsiders while ignoring their own kin rolling around on the ground.

He stopped beside a tall white stone house: "The lady commissioned the construction of this Great Library. Every notable town needs one, allowing villagers to come and read.

Though it's not cheap, it provides a channel to access knowledge.

You're in luck; it was just built two years ago, and the books are still quite new. You've heard those local mages; they'd rather spend money on alcohol."

Ever since that lady retired from her position as Lord of Silvermoon, she's been focusing on this project, having just completed filling every notable town in the Silvermoon Alliance.

Hill glanced at the nearby buildings. Besides the Great Library, there was also a temple of the God of Knowledge, Oghma, and the God of Singing, Miliel, as indicated by the insignia.

Further off, there was another temple for the Guardian God, Heim.

And not too far away was a sacred forest clearing, encircled by thorn bushes bearing berries, with a massive tree at its center. The clearing was lush with moss, presumably the Forest Temple of the Ranger Goddess Melikai.

Lynn had indeed brought him to the most powerful place in the town!

Lynn glanced at Hill, "You are, after all, a high-level mage. Staying in the town, only the vicinity of the temple and library would allow your residence.

No one would want to be neighbors with a high-level mage unless they could guarantee their safety."

Hill nodded with a smile, then asked with a hint of hesitation, "Thank you, my friend, there's no problem here.

I'm not worried about living near the temple. After I finish reading these books, I'll probably head to Silvermoon City.

But I have a small question: Do I pay you directly in gold and silver jewelry, or is there a place here to exchange for money?"

Lynn abruptly turned his head, "You didn't bring any gold coins?"

"Any era's gold coins will do?" Hill said slowly, "I think rather than calculating the current value of those gold coins, it's easier to just pay with gold."

Lynn stiffened for a moment, seemingly weighing his options before reluctantly conceding, "You're right. Bringing out gold coins from the Nesser era would be troublesome;

I'll take you to exchange for some spendable money.

As for what you owe me, please show me the gold and silver jewelry you brought."

Hill thought for a moment, took out a small silk pouch, and then a little box from it. Opening the box revealed a dozen large pearls: "Perhaps you'd like a condensation pearl?"

Lynn felt his breath hitch. Damn rich guy!