Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Baldy suddenly pounced over, "Respected Mage Fran! Can we have more of this strength potion?"

Fran asked in confusion, "Isn't this potion meant to be consumed only once per person?"

"We can take it three times!" Baldy said excitedly. "And there are hundreds of us!"

"A bottle costs 20,000 crystal stones!" Adrian said.

"Don't worry! We have enough money! We'll take as much as you have!" Baldy almost jumped up and down.

After Fran had finished eating, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, "How could I possibly make so many strength potions? There are 20 bottles left here, I'll put them up for you to buy."

Hill thought Baldy was planning to resell them at a higher price, a limited commodity that was first come, first served. It was just Baldy's luck to encounter this. Hill decided not to interfere.

Watching the excited Baldy, Fran also put out more of the magic power augmentation potion and the stamina enhancement potion.

Hill said to Baldy, "You guys go ahead and buy. Remember to flip the sign over when you leave."

Baldy didn't even stop to speak, nodding frantically as he turned to divide the spoils with his companions.

Dream Awakening began letting people in one by one. Luo Sanquan was at the rear, entering while shouting, "Close the door! Close the door quick!"

Dream Awakening quickly shut the door.

Hill felt that their minds were really nimble! The sign for opening and closing the door also had a secondary function—it could only be opened from the inside when set to close.

They would rather be doorkeepers themselves than give anyone else a chance.

A Deer walked over and asked, "Who is following you?"

"Who else could it be, Zhu Meili's eyes are really sharp!"

"That means they've probably been monitoring us for days. Even today's busyness didn't stop them."

Baldy shouted from the side, "Zhu Meili isn't our responsibility, everyone, hurry up and buy! Once we've all finished buying, we'll send a message to Snow Cloud Peak. Let those two go match their wits!"

"Hurry up! I need to log off and sleep! I'm tired to death!"

Those who had just come in hurried to purchase, muttering about how expensive it was, about going bankrupt. Yet no one gave up on buying.

Slowly, A Deer moved closer, "Mr. Hill, are these potions only available today?"

"My grandfather is only here for a day!"

"What if we want to buy more in the future?"

"Normally, the Inner City auction house has them every month. Or you can buy them at my grandfather's Potion Shop in his territory."

"Mage Fran's territory?"

"Yes, this time we probably won't leave the territory for a long time. After all, you still have battles to fight, don't you?"

Baldy quickly came over and said, "Mr. Hill, apart from us, does the Undead Tribe know the location of Mage Fran's territory?"

Hill said calmly, "We haven't told anyone else. But it's marked on the Alchemy Map. Generally, high-level mages in the Royal City Magic Tower can find it. I don't know if the Undead will get any hints."

Uncle Adrian will tell you the address after you've bought what you wanted. We don't want too many people coming to the territory.

"Mages like peace and quiet," he added.

Seeing that Fran and Adrian did not speak, Baldy said cheerfully, "Don't worry! No one in the Magic Tower pays any attention to us!"

Hill looked at Baldy, who was happy about not being given attention from players, and said, "Don't you need to learn magic knowledge from the people in the Magic Tower?"

"Prince William will send someone to teach us specifically in the Magic Tower. The Knights and Swordsman's Guild are the same," said Baldy.

Hill silently thought, Right, they definitely have professional mentors. They just need to pay, no need to please anyone.

Fran and Adrian kept silent, and Hill clearly understood the confusion in their minds.

The traditional master-apprentice transmission model of mages seemed to be under challenge.

After everyone had made their purchases, looking at the half-empty medicine shelves, Baldy, with his companions, took his leave from Hill, evidently pleased with themselves.

Outside, a long queue had already formed again.

Hill heard Baldy say as he walked, "How many spies does Snow Cloud Peak have? Half of the enemy gang must be here by now!"

Liu Liu replied, "You should first consider whether we still have a penny in our pockets."

A Deer added, "Why are you so anxious for Snow Cloud Peak, Master? He himself doesn't care."

Hill, looking at the throng of people, said, "Grandfather, you better go upstairs and rest, we'll talk in detail tonight."

Fran looked around, "The Undead Tribe seems to need these potions badly!"

He turned to Adrian and said, "Keep an eye on what sells well and we'll start a Potion Shop in the territory when we return."

Adrian nodded, and the two of them went upstairs.

Hill carefully watched the group that entered.

The newcomers were clearly from two rival factions. Unable to take action inside the store, they resorted to using their bodies to compete.

In the end, the two leaders were the first to clear the shelves.

The strength potions didn't leave many for Baldy's group; the two quick ones had their pick first. When Snow Cloud Peak went over, he sent a puppet to quickly make the payment, bottle by bottle.

The other, a bit slower in reaction, called his puppet when he reached the shelves and probably ended up with two fewer bottles than Snow Cloud Peak.

Hill watched as the one called Hooligan Rabbit glared angrily at Snow Cloud Peak several times, feeling a bit strange: Why call him Zhu Meili? He seems to be a man. Hopefully, he could get some melons from Baldy in the future.

These two were probably leaders of major gangs. Money was indeed plenty as Hill watched Fran's freshly stocked potions nearly cleared out.

The members of the two factions didn't quarrel in front of Hill, they were just competitively shopping. It seemed like nobody wanted to concede, and a lot of stock was cleared.

Hill could sense that these individuals did not want to provoke his displeasure. It appeared that the players had somewhat realized the strong autonomy of the NPCs here.

With many people in line, Hill opened up another half-hour limited time offer. These people were quickly cleared out.

The ones who came later could hardly buy anything special. They could only purchase some ordinary potions to restock.

Hill heard some people cursing: "Snow Old Dog and Zhu Meili don't have a single good item." Hill couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Was Baldy using these two as scapegoats to take the curses for him?

The crowd outside gradually dispersed. Yet, Hill insisted on waiting until the evening shadows fell. The gossip of yesterday was so compelling that even without anyone to share it with, he hoped to hear more.

Unfortunately, the players' enthusiasm had almost run out today. No one else came in, and Hill had to close up shop as well.

As Hill was going upstairs, he noticed Adrian with a paper and pen in the second-floor storeroom.

"Are you calculating which items sold the best?" Hill asked teasingly.

"I certainly wish I could figure out the Undead's preferences," Adrian said without looking up. "But their tastes are so eclectic! It's impossible to discern any pattern."

"Not to worry, they prefer limited offers. Just limit the high-level potions, and see which ones they pursue more eagerly."

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"A preference for limited offers is a hobby?" Adrian raised an eyebrow.

"Just like the ladies of nobility, they like things that are unique.

If there's an article of clothing or a piece of jewelry that is one-of-a-kind in the world, they would go to great lengths to acquire it.

Strength might be important, but showing off is even more so."

Adrian pondered for a moment and then said, "The world of the Undead must be very peaceful."

"Peaceful, prosperous, and fair—at least superficially fair," Hill responded without hesitation.

Adrian put away his paper and pen and joined Hill going upstairs.

Fran was sitting on the sofa, meditating with closed eyes.

"Grandfather, all your potions have been sold out."

Fran glanced sideways and said, "It seems the Undead are indeed quite wealthy."

"Those who make money among them are numerous. Over a hundred thousand professionals!" said Hill. "Those who shop here are mostly the highest-ranking and wealthiest among the Undead.

They have ample ability to gather money from the lower-order Undead.

I also noticed that some people use the money from their own world to exchange for the crystals and gold coins here."

Fran nodded. "Indeed, this isn't their world, and no matter how good the items are here, they might not be as useful as mundane items from their own world. The Undead are quite sober-minded!"

Adrian exclaimed in alarm, "I can't see their sober-mindedness. I only see their madness!"

"In our world, what does it matter if they're a bit mad? It doesn't affect them," Hill said with a smile.

"Anyway, for now, we can only endure," Fran said helplessly. "It's unknown whether, after the elevation of the Divine Throne, that individual will send the Undead away."

Hill shook his head. "There's no hope for that in the coming years, but what does that have to do with us?

No matter how many of the Undead there are, they have to abide strictly by their deities' factions: neutral and benevolent.

As long as we don't provoke them, let the legendary figures and gods above worry about it! After all, those affected the most will only be the upper echelons those competing for power."

Fran said, "I should start saving up more advanced resources. With so many Magisters, if they were to advance to legendary, Saral wouldn't have enough resources!"

Hill said, "I don't think they'll be advancing to legendary anytime soon. From what they've said, their divine bodies can currently only reach the highest level of Magister."

Over the last two days, Hill heard that the maximum level was level 100.

The highest level they had now was only level 50. Generally, in online games, the higher the level, the slower it gets.

For sure, the God of Time and Space wouldn't let them advance quickly to level 50.

Hill also didn't believe that the God of Time and Space would allow them to ascend to legendary.

Fran nodded and said, "I think so too. After all, they're extraworldly spirits; the World Will wouldn't allow them to connect to the laws of everything."

Though it was easy for William to ascend to legendary, it involved connecting with the laws of everything in this world. No matter how powerful the God of Time and Space was, he couldn't allow so many beings from another world to link with the world laws here.

Hill didn't know how this deity planned to resolve the problem of too few high-tier members in his own faction.

Few of Saral's legendary commanders would certainly only defend the capital and would not assist William in a war of faith.

Just like Haifasardo would definitely not go to war with Saral for the Noble Church.

Though Noble Church now stations troops at the borders of Haifasardo and Saral, they can only wait for the Divine Mountain Sect to send aid.

No one would care how many nobles the Noble Temple could rally to battle, but if it were a war in the name of a nation, that would be another matter entirely. The All Gods would never allow it.

The king of Haifasardo certainly does not worship the gods of nobility and monarchy.

Of course, this king wouldn't mind lending his national borders for the Noble Temple to wage war against Saral.

If the Noble Temple wins, they would only be able to pull out Edward and Charles to assume the throne, not to conquer Saral.

But this would still allow Haifasardo to gain some benefits from the situation.

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Hill said to them, "It's a good time to settle the accounts. Grandfather's and Uncle Adrian's stuff has basically sold out."

Fran sighed softly once more: "Really quite wealthy."

Adrian nearly couldn't control himself from taking several glances at Fran.

Hill really wanted to laugh; High-level Alchemist Fran probably hadn't felt this way in many years.