Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1669 - 247: Lucy’s Sowing of Discord

Hill quickly realized who he should ask about this problem.

He didn’t intentionally ask Little Whale such a difficult question; it was just that List from the past spoiled him.

Although Aesces had been a bit busy lately, he still responded to Hill as quickly as possible: he had indeed slightly loosened some restrictions on the world.

But it wasn’t a lot.

Previously, it was barely possible to release Eighth Ring Spells, but now even top-level Eighth Ring Spells can be released, although Ninth Ring Spells are still restricted.

There’s no way around it; Triton, because of Ambori’s presence, stubbornly stays in his temple and refuses to leave.

Although Aesces could drive him away, given the current situation, it’s actually more suitable for Triton to remain at sea, so Aesces appropriately allowed a little leniency.

After all, as long as the Magic Ring isn’t released, slightly more energy being released is still quite manageable.

It can even give the people of the Ishmael Household a taste of what true power is, so that when they ascend to the Heavenly Realm, they won’t recklessly offend those who can use Ninth Ring Spells.

Hill didn’t know how to describe Aesces’s protective attitude, but he didn’t care.

Indeed, whether or not there were new challenges arising, this Ishmael from another world pointed Aesces, who was at a loss on how to direct the world, in the right direction.

For a deity of the earth, crystal energy technology is indeed quite easy to manage.

As long as humans get used to relying on crystal stones, they’re unlikely to do something that would completely cut off this energy source from the World Master.

As for Aesces thinking that Triton should stay at sea, Hill understood... Aesces’s acceptance of Ambori’s entry was a testament to his broad-mindedness.

Otherwise, seeing the Ocean God System would probably infuriate him.

A bit of vigilance is normal, letting two rival sea deities balance each other out on the same level... Ah, that’s why Aesces has never been foolish.

As long as he knows what’s happening, it’s fine. Hill cheerfully took out two more Alchemy Golems... The previous one, though decent at household chores and message delivery, was still a bit wooden.

Most importantly, its cooking skills were lacking, with a recipe capacity limited to 100, including drinks.

This made it a bit difficult for Hill, who was used to enjoying local delicacies wherever he went... Of course, Aesces’s chef skills weren’t bad, but their ingredients were insufficient!

Especially at this time, where could he find any special restaurants to visit!

Hill had indeed collected quite a few new recipes, originally thinking he’d have to wait until leaving this world to try them.

Now that he had the chance, of course, he chose to taste them first.

Only after trying them would he know which dishes he preferred... Then, before leaving, he’d find ways to discover if there were any secret recipes from top chefs.

Speaking of which, Aesces’s desserts were really good.

Hill savored the unique flavors he’d experienced in the luxurious restaurants of Basia City sometime ago... Spices, truly, each world uses them differently. Even something like lemon cake, just a slight difference in sweetness and tartness, combined with the milky aroma unique to Aesces’s climate, made the taste exceptionally distinct.

Hill had quietly acquired a lot of that milk.

Fortunately, he acted quickly, or else with the current severe drought, cows probably couldn’t even afford to eat grass, let alone produce milk.

Anyway, Hill had studied it, and the cows themselves weren’t special; it was the fodder that made the taste distinct.

He had already collected seeds for that kind of fodder, and once back in his own domain, he was sure he could cultivate it.

Hill never thought of raising cows in his pendant; he wasn’t that extravagant... The Floating City and half-plane were still waiting for him!

Time passed slowly yet quickly with each delicacy Hill put in his mouth; by the time he finally determined his favorite dishes, Black and White Path had already brought Lucimar to the first oasis on the outskirts of the desert.

However, both "Mobi Chenxin" and Lucimar weren’t fond of what appeared to be the most prosperous oasis.

No choice, the inland families weren’t capable of delving deep into the complex and changing desert, but this one, located at the edge, was within reach to extend their reach a bit.

Of course, none of the legitimate lines or even slightly more important collateral lines would be sent here to suffer... After all, although it’s called an oasis, in reality, there isn’t much water.

The so-called nearby is still a day’s journey to the desert’s edge, and that’s at a Mid-level Professional’s fastest speed.

The oasis’s water could barely supply daily needs.

Without a Mid-level Magician on hand, even washing your face was unlikely, let alone bathing.

Nobles from powerful Danboro, who had enjoyed the conveniences of crystal energy technology, certainly weren’t willing to endure such hardships.

So, if one really wanted to seize this area, cutting off the family’s probing black hands wasn’t impossible.

With nearly 100,000 Undead Tribe members, all Mid-level, accomplishing anything was easy.

The residents of the oasis naturally understood this reality.

Yet, even as they prepared for the worst, and some even considered using the lives of some weak and sick as leverage against those seemingly righteous undead, the massive, long-traveled group simply bypassed the oasis.

"Ah... really, how can they be so dirty?" Mobi Chenxin, biting his teeth, lamented to Lucimar, who was tentatively discussing the pros and cons of occupying the oasis. "So stinky!

I even shut down most of my sensory systems and can still smell that stench!

I know they don’t bathe.

Don’t they even bury their shit?

Even a newborn kitten knows to cover its mess with sand using its paws!

Damn it, this kind of hellhole, even a fool wouldn’t come here!

Huh?

Lucimar, what do you want to say?

You don’t like that oasis, do you?

No way, dude, there’s absolutely no chance, you know?"

"Alright~ as you wish, I wasn’t interested anyway." Watching ’Mobi Chenxin’ walk away irritatedly, taking out a damp handkerchief to wipe his face and hands, Lucimar quietly closed his car window.

After ending this completely disjointed conversation, Lucimar gazed somewhat confusedly at Lucy, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage. He couldn’t quite determine if the meaning behind the undead commander’s words earlier was genuine.

The way they choose territories seems a bit different from what he imagined.

"Don’t look at me.

In light of you needing to lend a hand in the future, I can tell you a little about the rules of communicating with the undead.

When the undead talk like this, it’s usually not false," ’Lucy’ fiddled with her fingers, without looking up, and said, "It’s when they speak nicely that it’s usually a lie.

But when they curse, it’s mostly from the heart."

Facing the still somewhat bewildered Lucimar, ’Lucy’ sneered: "Just think about, if you occupy a place that’s cursed like that, who would you get to clean it up, and you’ll understand if his words are true.

The undead are willing to follow the leader’s command in battle, but usually, they’re not so easy to order around.

This kind of work, they have to do themselves or pay someone well to do it."

Lucimar immediately understood.

When communicating with the undead, he had heard that ’Mobi Chenxin’ was wealthy even in the undead world.

He certainly wouldn’t want to suffer for others.

"Thank you for clearing this up." He nodded and thanked her politely.

"Heh~ just don’t cause me any trouble when we reach the place." ’Lucy’ displayed a slightly sly smile, speaking with a hint of cruelty.

Lucimar furrowed his brows, tentatively asking: "That woman... did she find out what’s wrong with you so quickly?"

"The words I had you deliver before setting out reached her ears that very night." ’Lucy’ sneered disdainfully, "You’re right; your brother Evan does have issues."

"In the Ismael Family, generally no one would bring up your mother in conversation." Lucimar sneered, "Thanks to our father, we enjoy a relaxed and jovial atmosphere in our lives... Even when speaking of someone’s mother among siblings, we use their first name.

His attitude was a bit like he was considering himself my elder.

T..."

He swallowed the words that were about to escape his lips.

"That’s something you can learn from the undead," ’Lucy’ said indifferently, "Curse if you have to, act if you have to.

Once confirmed as an enemy, don’t talk about being reluctant.

Since both parties intend to take each other’s lives, there’s no need for pretenses.

Heh~

Blood ties, useless things."

Lucimar shook his head: "I’m only cooperating in others’ battles, not planning to take action myself.

It’s not easy to commit parricide.

That requires unparalleled courage and determination.

I’ve exhausted all my efforts to reach this point."

’Lucy’ chuckled coldly: "It seems you don’t really know me ~ how interesting, I thought..."

Lucimar clearly understood the implication in her unfinished sentence.

This evil goddess was indicating that the undead knew her well and understood how fearsome she was, yet they didn’t immediately warn Lucimar after she took over Lucy’s body.

This wasn’t in Lucimar’s favor.

However, Lucimar simply smiled gently, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.

If he were so easily swayed, he wouldn’t have made it to where he is today.

The undead not telling him must have a reason, certainly not to trap him.

After all, the mental mark from Aesces given to him wasn’t fake.