Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Seeing his boss coming to greet him, Hill was a little hesitant.

He somewhat understood why this kind of environmentally friendly golem appeared.

A dwarf was shouting in his somewhat shrill voice: "Welcome! Is there anything you want? Guest."

"I want to see the golem." Hill turned to look at the inventory in the store. There were still normal items such as wooden golems, tin golems, and steel golems.

"What does the customer want? In addition to the above, there are also very popular wax golems on hand~ You can customize the shape and body feel to your satisfaction~" The dwarf shouted something that made the corner of Hill's mouth twitch.

"Shut up! Bowel!" A rough voice sounded, and a dwarf walked out of the workshop inside.

After Hill knew that he would see various dwarves sooner or later when he arrived in Faerûn, he couldn't help but pay attention to the skin color of the dwarves and maintained a calm appearance.

This was a tan-skinned dwarf with messy black hair braided like a beard of the same color.

"This is a young guest! He is also a mage. He will definitely like the wax golem, Askar!" The dwarf turned to the dwarf and shouted.

Hill gently tapped his small shoulder and hung a piece of murderous vine around his neck: "If you can't learn to shut up, you will never be able to speak~"

Boel stiffly made a cross in front of his mouth, then covered his mouth and squatted to the side.

Aska hesitated for a moment: "From the long-eared family?"

"Anyone can buy your golem, right?" Hill asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Askar looked at the vine hanging around the dwarf's neck and said very wisely.

Although he is a dwarf, he is also a businessman. He can extort money when selling goods, but he cannot not sell them.

Especially for something as expensive as a golem, no dwarf would dare to say not to sell it to the elves.

Hill looked up and found that they also sold books part-time: basic production of golems, advanced production, and production manuals for wax golems, fungus golems and environmental golems.

Although there are only five books, each one is thick enough.

Hill stood a little far away from Askar and said, "I want these books."

The dwarf squatting on the side let out a proud laugh behind his two little hands.

Hill snapped his fingers, and the vines tightened quickly, making his hands clasp tightly over his mouth.

A dwarf, a race with too much nerves, must not be given a chance to think.

Askar turned his head and glanced, and found that the mage in front of him just didn't give Boel a chance to speak, so he felt relieved, even if he couldn't speak.

Many people who come to buy the golem want to beat him up. They have told him every time not to talk nonsense, but Boel just can't help it.

If they hadn't been the only golem shop in Silvermoon City, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.

That's it. Many rich people would rather go to the one in Waterdeep City. Askar has not come across a material worth more than steel for several years, let alone the most attractive mithril golem in the hearts of dwarves. !

Apparently some time ago, a great nobleman customized a silver golem mixed with mithril for his daughter, but they went to a store in Deepwater that was not as good as their own.

Arcas felt that he would become a big joke to the tribe sooner or later, and making careless friends was indeed a taboo in dwarf life!

Aska looked at Bao Er's frantic look for help, and turned to tell Hill expressionlessly: "Buy a golem worth more than 10,000 and get a production book. This book is after-sales service. If you are outside, the magic If it’s broken, you can temporarily repair it yourself.”

The dwarf suddenly discovered the mage's position. He only needed to raise his head slightly to see the mage's eyes.

Although his tone is still tough, it is obviously much softer: "Business has not been very good recently, I can also give you a copy of my own manufacturing experience."

Hill laughed: "That's great, it's such an honor."

The dwarf next to him, Bao Er, looked at his dwarf companions crazily. He didn't understand why Askar said business was not good. They could sell several wax golems every day!

It was a pity that neither Askar nor Hill had any intention of involving him in the conversation.

"I want to buy one of each kind of golem." Hill turned to look at the golems in the store, "It should be enough in total, right?"

"Of course, the wooden golem is 4,000, the wax golem is 2,500, the tin golem is 6,400, the fungus golem is 7,000, the environmental golem is 600, and the steel golem is 10,000." Askar was silent for a minute, probably counting the money, "Total 21,500, we don’t have discounted prices here.

However, we actually also support processing with supplied materials, and the price will be much different.

You are a mage, so there should be no problem. "

Hill smiled and shook his head: "I'll just pay."

"Okay, we will deliver it to your door." Askar said angrily, "You pay half first, and I will give you the book, and the rest will be paid on delivery."

Hill raised his left hand: "No need to deliver goods, my space equipment is enough."

Hill simply paid the money, put away the book and the golem, and walked out of the door with Boel's anxious eyes.

After walking a few hundred meters, Hill canceled the magic.

Hearing the sharp curses coming from behind, Hill turned around and walked back.

Bao Er scurried away in the helpless eyes of Arcas.

Hill cast a silence spell on him: "You have such a bad mouth, dwarf. Enjoy 8 hours of calm."

The dwarves and gnomes who discovered that Hill could cast spells in Silvermoon City were stiff.

They thought that the vines were carried by mages. Many mages would choose to hang a contracted pet on them when entering Silvermoon City.

Arcas walked up to his dwarf friend, took a thick production manual, and hit Bao Er hard on the head.

Hill shook his head, turned and left.

In order to blend in with ordinary people and buy various meat products, he just stuffed the pendant into his black robe.

In fact, many mages are wearing this kind of simple and plain robes, even for their faces. Hill also chose a more ordinary look. Maybe he looks like a nerdy mage in college?

This was the reason why the dwarf Paul dared to recommend that kind of artificial doll to him.

However, the story that Hill thought he would bring a wax golem to the ball is a rumor. Is it true that someone would use such a fake doll as a dance partner?

This really brought back a lot of memories from his past. No matter what world he is an otaku in, they all seem to have the same number of sexy tricks.

Hill remembered an advertisement in a commercial tabloid: In a club in Silvermoon City, a female companion's appearance price was only 50 gold, and she brought her own dress.

But the otaku would rather buy a wax golem that can change its shape with magic, which costs more than 6,000 gold!

Thinking of this, Hill suddenly felt a little tired when he returned home. He didn't really want to contact the mages of Silver Moon City.

The golem is just Hill's reserve plan. He plans to wait until he has more free time to combine it with his own puppet to study how to improve it.

He just wanted to see what was going on with the environmental golem.

But after dismantling the messy golem and almost being sprayed with poison gas, Hill understood that the golem seemed to have no power source, but it actually relied on poison gas to move.

It's like a so-called steam machine, except that the hot gas it emits is poisonous.

The only thing worthy of praise is the core. Hill looked at the production manual and could feel the demeanor of a junior programmer.

The core of this golem is just a primary golem manufacturing manual, and then the priority conditions for various material replacements are set.

The reason why he can instill so much knowledge into such a poor core is because he uses dragon language.

No wonder only dwarves are good at making this kind of golem. Although this short race is a bit neurotic, many people are masters of language.

Hill's dragon language is not very good, and he only knows a few simple daily expressions.

There are no dragons in Trasil, and the elven ancestor is also a scumbag, and only the divine language is good.

Hill gave up his research on the golem for the time being, and could just learn dragon language magic again when he was quiet. Then Terry's arrival was not bad, at least he didn't have to keep him in vain.

People in Silvermoon City have been in panic recently, and the teachers at the Magic University have begun to actively teach classes, hoping to divert the attention of these low-level mages from how to fight against dragons.

For mages below level 8, don't risk your life. Not everyone can be a hero.

Hill was happy that he could finally start attending his college audit classes.

Just as he thought, when Hill stayed in the university library to read, many mages would take their students to give small lessons nearby.

Moreover, his library card is of a high level, and if the professor does not refuse, he has the right to enter the classroom to observe.

No professor at the Magic University would refuse a paying student.

Hill has already read their latest textbooks and listened to the lectures based on his own understanding every day, which gave him many new insights.

Hill didn't give up on any of the classes he wanted to take. The few days he spent in the library gave him a little understanding of these professors.

He just slightly modified his appearance when a certain female professor of enchantment was nearby.

Ms. Sinnheihe seemed to have known about Hill's attendance at the university and visited the campus every day.

Hill thus confirmed her uselessness.

Alustriel has already begun to organize people and set out to save her unlucky allies. She, who is known as a loyal follower of the current city lord, can only stay and walk on campus.

It seemed that the city lord didn't take her seriously either.

He was obviously a level 12 enchantment master, but he behaved so stupidly after getting involved in a political struggle.

Having high intelligence does not mean that you can play politics.

Hill would not sympathize with her. Those who play power struggle will not be innocent no matter what outcome they get. What's more, she is hostile to Hill.

Although she acted like she wanted to invite Hill to join their camp, the malice emanating from her heart was so obvious that she felt like vomiting when Hill walked by.

She was worried that her status would decline if a powerful mage like Hill became a follower of the Lord of Silver Moon City.

But the way she wandered around the university was enough for anyone with a discerning eye to understand that she had no status at all.