After Lynn's visit this time, Hill finally felt what a real cold winter was.
The reason why Lyn cheeked and ordered a fruit meal with Hill was that he knew that the mage must have a lot of stock in his hands, and that it was impossible for him to leave the tavern after the extreme cold weather came.
Many single adventurers will choose to live in a tavern in winter. They don't want to stay alone in a dark little house and burn the firewood in a daze.
Moreover, there are always some people, letting them use a knife to chop people is no problem, letting them calculate how much firewood they need to cut to survive a cold winter is like killing them.
These adventurers would rather save a sum of money and send it to Lynn.
But in the same way, Lynn didn't dare to leave the tavern casually. Adventurers, even if they were not from the evil camp, weren't a good thing.
Without sufficient deterrence, the tavern could turn them into a magic cave, and Lynn would not turn his place into a stronghold of evil forces.
No matter where Lynn got the news, the day after he left Hill contentedly, the outside temperature dropped sharply, and the heavy snow fell almost impermeably to the ground.
The town of Cuelva was completely silent. Hill also received the last part of Mage Hughes' books and his simple letter of apology. Within 45 days, Mage Hughes could no longer copy books for Hill.
Hill estimated it and understood why Hughes had to go out in such a heavy wind and snow. Hill gave him a few gold bars back and forth. Today's books have almost completed all orders.
Although he is eager for money, Master Hughes will not violate the law of equivalent exchange.
It's just that sometimes, if you don't know the true value of something, then his equivalent exchange will not be so honest. Of course, if you don't understand, it is actually equivalent. He exchanged his knowledge for your ignorance.
What really makes Hill feel that the winter in the north is terrible is that the forest formation he summoned is actually affected by the weather.
This is a real projection. It can withstand several times more than the local plants, but it may be that the dimensional space where they were before has never been so cold. Even if they didn't affect their bodies, these giant trees fell into a deep sleep.
The reason why the maze is safe is that these big trees are constantly monitoring everything around them, and their sleep suddenly reduces the power of the maze by half.
Maybe as Lynn said, no one would come out to find something at this time, but Hill was still a little worried.
But after thinking of a lot of ways, Martha may have to do it, and Hill didn't want his Tarling to waste so much energy in the deserted snow every day, waiting for enemies that might never appear.
In the end, Hill reluctantly experimented with the sewer system mystery lock, but he didn't expect it to succeed. Sure enough, ice is water.
The snow is getting bigger and denser, and it merges with the ice mist floating in the air.
Hill would look at the maze outside every day, wondering if anyone would help him test the power of the lock.
But it seems that the visitors in the shadows can't stand this harsh environment, or they can't hide their existence in this environment?
Hill's labyrinth has always been quiet, like the town of Cuelva, except for the sound of snow, nothing happened.
Although it is in a dimensional space, it is not completely immune to external influences. On the narrow coast outside the villa, a thin layer of ice has formed in the ocean, and the beach has also become a natural slide.
Aglaia really likes this icy and snowy environment. Every day, she rushes out to break the ice sheet that had just formed in the early morning, looking for her ideas in the ice-water mixture.
She has been practicing very hard, trying to close her spells into a circle, and even form a mysterious lock.
Hill was lying halfway on his couch, lazily looking at the struggling Aglaia, drinking fruit wine, and occasionally looking up at the long spell catalog hanging in the middle of the study room, feeling like he was Back to the magic tower of Trahir.
At that time, he was sitting on the terrace outside the study, using Aglaia's daily fun of fighting the undead with his breakfast, living a happy and comfortable life.
During the time he was away from Trahill, even if he was in a safe place, Hill would always live in fear.
After all, security is only relative. In the face of the unknown world, no one can be 100% assured.
On the contrary, after arriving at Faerun, Hill would not worry about his own life. He had countless ways to escape.
No matter how fierce the trouble was, at least Falun Continent was not so easy to explode into pieces or slip into the bottomless abyss.
And Hill also knew what the imminent danger was.
Although for ordinary people and even low-level professionals, encountering any dragon is a disaster, but it is not enough to cause Hill to encounter any danger.
He didn't want to come to Faerun at the time, just didn't want to see the devastated world, and it was not suitable for him to travel everywhere.
Hill didn't know how others would choose when they came to the world where Faerun was, but he would definitely travel throughout Faerun and then go to the other continents of Toril to take a look.
Especially for the strange Eastern Continent, he wanted to know whether there was a heaven in the realm of various gods, and what kind of dragon the dragon of the east was.
If there is anything to do, winter will actually pass very quickly.
When Hill found that Aglaia's daily ice knocking activities could no longer be carried out, the almost solidified ice mist outside began to slowly turn into smoke.
In the sun, a little bit of vaporization in the snow, it looks like a fairyland.
Even Aglea, who was annoyed that the spell ring hadn't been completed, couldn't help but huddled at the entrance of the dimension space, grabbing the door and looking out, even unwilling to look at the light screen in the hall.
On the day when the vaporized ice mist completely turned into water mist, Aglaia plunged into the sea. She already had some inspiration, and what she needed now was to integrate her thoughts.
The sea is the source of her power, no matter what world it is.
Outside the small town of Cuelva, people began to appear walking around.
Although it is still a cold winter, for professionals, wearing a leather jacket can already go out of the house.
It's just that you can't go to the wilderness yet. After all, no matter how thick the coat is, it's not your own. His movements are still restricted, and he can't even bend his arms and draw a bow.
After cats for more than a month of winter, even if the faith is not so pious to win people, they will choose to go to their own temple to have a look.
For the first time so many people appeared in front of Hill's door.
The people in the small town already know the scope of the Hill's maze. Even if they are passing by in twos and threes, they will point to them, but no one plans to try to see if Hill's maze has not been affected by the extreme winter. .
But Hill heard that they were betting on Hill again.
Two-thirds of people feel that the current maze must be the weakest time.
No matter what tree it is, once it enters dormancy, it will wait until the spring flowers bloom, unless it is forced to wake up.
But these people don't think that nature mages with elven blood will do this kind of damage to the big tree.
Every time you wake up against the laws of nature, it will shorten the lifespan of these trees by a large amount, and even most of the big trees that have been awakened can no longer become tree people.
Hill really wouldn't do that.
Lynn also felt that Hill would not, but he also knew that in Faerun, no matter where he was, he hated the most powerful existence around him who couldn't see his strength.
He forcefully drove out the guys who had been squatting in his tavern for the cold winter. The coldest winter had passed. These people could not die even if they were sleeping on the streets, not to mention that everyone actually had their own house.
Quelva is easy to settle here. There is no mayor who makes money, so you can choose an open space in the town for almost 5 gold coins.
What is needed here is combat power, no one expects how much money can be made from these guys.
Whether it is a temple or a library, the most important task is actually defense, so the priests and mages who come here are all relatively good in combat effectiveness, but they are weak in other aspects.
Otherwise, there will be no priests in the three temples, and they have no interest in preaching.
Lynn checked his supplies, cleaned up the house, and quickly went to Hill to have a look.
He knew that Hill lived in the dimensional space, so it shouldn't be a problem.
But to have a dimensional space that lasts for so long, Hill's head has been hung with golden brilliance, and he is not a super rich person, and he can't do such a thing at all.
Just like Hughes, he also knows that it is more comfortable to live in the dimensional space in winter, but he will never do that, otherwise, if he can't live in a mansion, he can get a small house out.
Hughes would not even use the magic circle that brings warmth, and would rather choose to burn wood for warmth like ordinary people.
Of course, it could also be because he has no other ability besides copying some scrolls.
Unlike a natural mage like Hill, who can easily find a way to make money, at least Hill will definitely know how to make medicine.
Lynn stepped through the snow on the ground and walked to the door of the maze.
Those slackers would rather step on a deep pit than dig a way!
Sometimes Lynn really wants to do it by himself ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but he also wants the face of the sheriff.
Moreover, after digging the road once, it may be digging for a lifetime in the future, and he is absolutely unwilling.
He raised his head and glanced at Melika's temple. Only the priest of the goddess could command the rangers, and he didn't know if there could be a priest willing to deal with people.
Not to mention the idiot who joined the Dragon Sect in front, even the first one, doesn't like to be nosy.
But that person is actually a druid, and it's normal to prefer nature.
Melika's church actually doesn't have any organization. It's up to you to send people wherever you go. The diocese here is already very mature. No wonder there are no pastors who are willing to communicate with others.
But isn't it a matter of worshipping the Dragon Sect?
Lynn temporarily gave up thinking, raised his head and laughed: "Long time no see, Martha. Why are you so foggy here?"
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