Chapter 1025 It’s Always Hard to Change the Topic

Chapter 2340 It is always difficult to change the topic

But now it seems that it is not as fun as they imagined, but a big trouble.

Even now that the magic tower has turned on the full defense mode and Hill and Lister can confirm the secrecy of the magic tower, Hill only hinted to this extent and had no intention of saying it out loud.

Although his love for Hill comes from the heart and is rooted in the soul, Lister still has a disrespectful thought towards his own wizard master: What are you still struggling for?

Lister is not unaware of Corellon's character.

He does choose a female body to meet the beautiful boy, but he will never give birth to children for these mortals, and those people don't have that ability.

The special thing about the bright boys is that their beauty is inversely proportional to their IQ.

Letting them be trapped by lust is already a once-in-a-lifetime carnival...The most important thing is that these light boys don't need to eat food, and some places have never been used.

If Corellon adopts a difficult mode, it will be a malicious attack for them.

But if they were raised to the stage where they could understand what this desire was, they would not be so beautiful that Corellon, who was well-informed, would be dazzled.

Anyway, it was a first throw, and everyone knew what Corellon would choose.

Of course, Hill had this speculation because he had these boys in his inherited memory.

Then, these boys were actually quite strong.

There were no weak people among those who could break through the obstacles set by the light plane and walk outside to take a look.

Most of them appeared with weak divine power.

There were even some who had persisted in the pure white space for a long time, and they were directly medium divine power.

If Corellon fooled around with such a light boy, even if it was only once, it would be normal for him to get pregnant.

After all, the quality and vitality of some substances are relatively high.

And Corellon is a pure naturalist, who likes to let nature take its course.

In addition, the more beautiful the light boy, the simpler his brain cells are... How much like Wistaria!

In Hill's speculation, the most unlikely and insignificant possibility is that Corellon is absolutely weak in this relationship, and he has no choice but to use a female image to come forward.

Lister has actually always agreed with Hill's idea.

After all, Corellon, who was born on the crown of the world tree, is absolutely powerful.

The reason why he seems weak is that there are few things in the multiverse that can make him angry.

Including Rose's betrayal and the stupidity of his children.

The fight between him and the orc god Gruumsh is boring and they are bored.

In fact, the most typical one is the attitude of Heaven Mountain.

Don't think that Heaven Mountain will talk about elves in person, but in fact, if you think about it, you will know what makes them dare to only talk after being rejected by Corellon.

This is Heaven Mountain who likes to plot against others.

Sometimes, it is not the enemy's strength that suppresses Corellon, but Corellon's own lack of interest.

If he has that spare time, the father of the elves might as well find a beautiful boy hehehe!

Then, such a powerful Corellon, in Hill's cognition, there are only a few who can be stronger than him.

If you remove the face, it's not enough... But the world tree and the one in the elemental world have no face at all!

Lister quickly understood why Hill was so cautious.

The unknown mysterious boss is the most terrifying.

Many powerful gods have to add more and more names to their titles, which become longer and longer, because they have walked out of their native world and spanned countless universes.

However, with more believers, their divine fire will receive so many prayers that it will cause traffic jams.

Then, if everyone who mentions their names has to be recorded, their divine fire will probably become a blood clot fire.

In addition, many gods will not give all the contacts with believers to the divine fire... Imagine that a god happily opened the mailbox, and the results were all: xxx passed by and stepped on it, xxx looked at you, xxx asked you if the weather was good?

Even the best-tempered gods would be furious.

In order to avoid this situation, they must add permissions to their divine fire and mailbox.

Prayers plus various titles are the calls from believers.

Although doing so will make their perception slightly worse... there are always people who can call their names without malice even if they want to deal with them.

But if you choose the lesser of two evils, those who really want to pit them will definitely choose to use ulterior motives and have other specifics. It is better to leave yourself some peace of mind.

The things that the noble god of Trashir used to do would scare a lot of gods when they took them to Toril... but no one took advantage of this to kill him!

Although the main reason for this is that the enemies of the noble god are the brainless elven god king and the short and fat gray dwarf god, but... it is probably because the noble god was almost crazy at that time and there was no need to think so much.

However, in the multiverse, there are still beings who can do the same things as the noble god, but will not be backlashed at all.

Those mysterious real bosses who dare not speak even if they know his existence, and bosses who are comparable to the world tree.

His name, his priesthood, let alone mentioning it, even a slight description will be noticed... no matter where in the multiverse.

If it is not in line with his wishes, it will be erased from the root.

Even if it is a god, there is no possibility of resurrection in this situation... Humans don't remember the gods who have appeared, of course, they are completely dead.

Liszt felt vaguely that his intelligence core might become an urn when he thought of this.

Fortunately, when he was flustered, he saw Hill's a little aggrieved face... Oh, the other party knew Hill's existence and gave recognition.

It's okay for a tower spirit like Liszt who has tied himself to Hill's soul to know these.

Anyway, without Hill's permission, he can't leak a word.

Fortunately, fortunately... It won't turn into a pool of coal ash.

Then, Liszt thought of the thought just now again: What are you struggling for?

As soon as he thought about it, he knew that Hill must have had a connection with that person in this world, and then he also got the other party's recognition... Isn't that adding another identity of the son of God to himself?

It's not that Liszt hasn't heard about those sons of God with ridiculously strong bloodlines who can advance by drinking a sip of water.

Liszt deeply suspected that it might be more difficult for Hill to suppress this newly emerged divine bloodline than the three in the past.

The fact that he could maintain this 6-level gap and not increase it to the limit requirement of 10 levels was all because of Hill's weird luck that he was willing to follow his inner expectations and help with all his efforts!

The tower spirit gently opened his mouth, and the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back because of the pitiful and somewhat cute look of the dejected little bear.

He paused and changed the subject: "Then, sir, we must remake the furniture in the magic tower.

Especially the tables and chairs.

There is no alloy with more than half of the refined gold in the warehouse."

Generally speaking, Hill would definitely choose to refine such things with all refined gold.

He just didn't want to attract attention, not that he didn't have refined gold.

Although it couldn't catch up with the ring mountain of the Earth Bear, didn't the branches of the World Tree grow in the central area of ​​the ring mountain!

With his huge body that stood tall, you can imagine how much refined gold ore he squeezed out.

The Earth Bear knew that these things would be useful to Hill, so he basically gave them all to him.

Although Hill didn't give all of them to Lister, there was also a dedicated adamantium warehouse in his half-plane... The ore piled up in it could be described as a small hill.

Tsk~ It seems that the topic was wrong.

Lister looked at the little bear cub who suddenly tilted his head and looked at him with a hazy look in his eyes, and smiled with difficulty.

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"Ah~ This is the mine of the Heinelson family!" The boy who patted Felice on the shoulder was excited, "It is said that there are cat's eyes in it?"

Felice looked at this undead who appeared halfway, who was obviously very strange, but acted like his brother... If he hadn't known that his brothers were all dead, he might really be suspicious.

Of course, the indifferent look of the lady who was more ferocious than Gracia was the key point for Felice to determine that the other party was harmless.

But, why was this undead so enthusiastic about him?

Felice glanced at the hand hanging on his shoulder, his face numb.

"Master, what are you doing here?" asked the perfect bald man in confusion.

"A consolation performance?" The young boy dressed like the prince charming in a musical answered in a serious manner.

"Cunlu and Nanfeng probably won't return to the team for a while." The old Sanda King said faintly, "Besides, they don't blame you."

"Ah... I said old man, are you kidding me?" The young master sneered, "I don't blame you, but I can't stay with you anymore... Hey~ Is this some idol drama breakup lyrics?"

"I thought you should know..."

"I don't know." The young master looked stubborn, "At least, even if it ends with a BE, everything must be made clear, and everyone goes their separate ways in peace.

I never sing a sad parting song!"

The old Sanda King shook his head slightly: "It's up to you~ If you just want to comfort yourself."

The young master leaned lightly against Felice... He suddenly flew down from the sky and landed directly on Jack's butt.

Although he was hit hard by the giant wild boar's tail, that was all.

Otherwise, Felice would not have accepted the other party's approach.

He frowned slightly, and then pointed directly at the huge mine entrance in front of him: "Are you going to go in like this?"

Riding a pig and driving a cow?

"Don't worry, Felice." The 'perfect bald man' answered him slowly, "We are gathering people now."