After the lively Spring Festival overture, the young master reported himself: "Triumph."

The music started, and Adrian looked up: "There is also war! The joy of victory."

"The gods above cannot stop war," said Farlan. "Peace is brought back by violence."

The players came up two rows of people and began to sing: "The people jubilantly raised their wine glasses! The song of victory is everywhere! The heroes return to their hometown with triumphant success! The singing and dancing of the piano are flying!"

The players in the stands raised their cups in their hands, sang loudly, and stomped on the ground with their feet.

Hill smiled: So many people can sing, this should be the song of their country's celebration of victory.

Hill was in a happy mood and finished listening to this Triumph.

The young master turned around and saluted the audience, then turned around to greet the band, and walked off the stage with great energy.

The brush walked up to the public with a heartfelt and joyful heart: "Now, please invite the young ladies from the Demon Cult to sing the song together.

Everyone is welcome to sing together!”

Some people left intermittently at the orchestra, and some brought guitars to the stage, which seemed less formal in the future.

After listening to the songs sung by the Undead for a few minutes, Flan frowned, and he couldn't appreciate them.

He stood up and walked to the desk and sat down: "Hill, come here."

Hill walked over and sat on the small sofa opposite: "Maternal grandfather, what's wrong?"

"His Majesty the King, I hope I apologize to you for him. One is that, on the side of the noble god, for the time and space, the God of Time and Space cannot settle the score with Him when the demon invades.

Another one, he didn't expect that in order to protect the tasks you posted, it would cause you trouble."

Flange took out a box: "This is the comfort gift from His Majesty the King."

Hill shook his head and took it away: "His Majesty the King does not need to apologize for things that have nothing to do with him."

Flan stared: "His Majesty the King said that he was negligent. He did not expect that the undead people would be so mentally so he would pay more attention to this aspect in the future.

You are the first unlucky guy, you have found a loophole for him and should be compensated."

Hil was speechless: "I don't think that other people are in trouble except me, and this kind of thing will comfort me."

Flan smiled and shook his head.

Adrian laughed, and he floated over to the sofa he was sitting on: "It's rare that you say such a childish thing."

Although Hill was in his thirties in his previous life, his family was wealthy and he had no high requirements for him. He lived a relaxed and comfortable life.

When he arrived in this world, although the external environment was depressing, he had been lying on books for the past 16 years and was too lazy to pay attention to others. After discovering that his grandfather and Adrian really loved him, the aura of the only child he was spoiled and raised, gradually took out the little arrogance he had grown up and raised.

Farlan and Adrian both thought that he had reached the stage of magicians and his nature was gradually liberated. After all, Hill was a warlock, and his inherited bloodline. Whether it was the Earth Bear or the Elf, he was all casual and arbitrary.

Hill, sometimes I feel like I'm more letting myself go.

He turned to Adrien and smiled: "If my bloodline is completely awakened, I am still a minor now!"

The elves are adults at the age of eighty, and the earth bear is three hundred years old. If Hill is shameless, he can still call himself a child at the age of two hundred.

Flan was amused by Hill and finally got excited: "Okay, I'm fine, I don't need to make me happy.

But if I were a legend, Hill didn't need to stay there and take you away.

In this life, never stop moving forward." He looked at Hill and Adrian, the only two remaining concerns in this world, "Otherwise, no one knows how many regrets he has waiting for you."

A faint warmth flowed in this room, accompanied by the romantic love songs of the undead outside the window, Hill felt more and more deeply that he really existed in this world.

Flan's mouth interrupted the quietness of the room: "Hill, I also thought about taking you back to the Magic Tower, but doing so, although I feel relieved, it is useless for your growth.

So, you stay in your own territory and can't go out secretly, do you know?

If I find something wrong, just go back with me honestly!"

Hill quickly stood up: "Okay, grandfather. I must stay honestly."

"Didn't those undead people come to Hill to see the information they brought back from the abyss?" said Adrian. "We have to stay for a few days!"

"I haven't asked you yet." Flan raised his hand and asked Hill to sit down and speak, "How many languages ​​are there in your bloodline?"

"Elf language, dwarf language, the common language of the temple, and a little divine text." Hill counted and replied, "You can communicate with the monsters, but it has nothing to do with language. There are still many more, you can only wait until you look at it to know what it is."

"Can you speak dwarfs?" Flan said quietly, "No wonder you have a very deep study of ore."

"That means that the elf inherited from Hill's bloodline is very powerful?" Adrian asked.

Flan nodded slightly: "The stronger the elf, the longer it will live, and those who have lived tens of thousands of years are still there. I don't know if this person is still alive in the world?"

Hill was shocked: It would be better not to! I know that there is such a person who is really different from seeing his true body?

He really didn't want to consider this, and he always had a bad premonition, so he quickly changed the topic: "My grandfather, do you understand the devil's words?"

"How is that possible?" Flan shook his head, "I need to study it carefully when I get the information this time."

"It's up to me!" Hill said earnestly, "I don't know if there is any problem with that language, so I naturally have stronger suppression here.

Moreover, my magic tower is basically empty, and I can make a whole layer of purification arrays."

"I have to invite others." Flan shook his head.

"My grandfather, my identity as a warlock is also known to everyone." Hill smiled bitterly, "If the magic tower is not good, at most I can transform the lord's mansion."

"Change the Lord's Mansion!" said Adrian, "It's hard for the wizard to get in your magic tower."

The last time Adrian went in, he complained about his discomfort several times. Since Hill gave up the environment to prepare people for living in the territory, Liszt has converted all floors except the library and the alchemy workshop into magic plantation.

Hill also expanded one layer with space crystals, created many large grids, and planted some plants with unique needs.

Hill originally wanted to get a layer of ore, but was scolded by the head of the earth elemental clan and grabbed all the ore to his layer.

Hill had no choice but to expand his territory, and they didn't need any air anyway.

In the current magic tower, it is estimated that low-level mages will feel uncomfortable, and the elemental deviation is too heavy.

Hill looked at Flan and found that he had agreed, so he nodded happily and called Liszt out.

The Lord's Mansion can be stamped. Although Hill thinks it will definitely not be used, it still leaves room for reconstruction.

This time it came in handy.

Hill will definitely not look for the commander of the earth element these days, but if Hill remodels himself and doesn't find the earth element, he will definitely not want the earth element that is used to working with money.

Hill felt that it would be better not to cause trouble. He was really worried that the Tu Elemental Commander would lose the quarrel, so he found a reason to scold him.

"Are they going to end?" Adrian asked, looking out the window.

Hill looked out and the band was coming up again.

One after another, they walked up several rows of girls wearing white gauze strapless skirts.

The young master also walked back to the stage with a serious expression: "Our pursuit will always be joy and heroes!"

Hill heard the familiar ode of joy and felt again that even if the world was different, many spirits would still exist forever.

When the choir had just sung the first paragraph, stars began to shine above their heads.

A woman with a gentle face appeared slowly with her arms around a handsome young man.

"Queen Spencer." Flan stood up and murmured.

The phantom of stars closed his eyes and admired this music full of freedom and equality.

The players below stood up one after another, looking at Spencer and William Little, and suddenly someone changed the goddess of joy to Spencer and sang loudly.

The choir on the high platform also changed the lyrics, and even God changed it to time and space.

Hill opened his eyes wide and watched Spencer, the goddess of literature and education, gradually solidify.

At this moment, the goddess of joy, recognized by the players, completely snatched the word "literary art" from the goddess of literature and love.

As the Ode to Joy reaches its end, everyone in the world heard her gentle voice: "I am Spencer, who is in charge of literature and art and education, and I am willing to bring joy and future to everyone on the earth."

The clear voice of a young boy also sounded: "I am Little William, who is in charge of literature and entertainment, and I am willing to bring joy and laughter to everyone on the earth."

The players cheered and started to set off fireworks again. The young master gave up the hero symphony behind him and repeatedly led people to play Ode to Joy.

Hill followed Farlan and Adrian to bow down and salute. From now on, these two gods are no longer gods who cannot leave the Kingdom of Time and Space, but are the constituents of the God System of Time and Space.

They can build their own kingdom of God near the Kingdom of God in time and space!

Humans finally began to possess the divine system that was only available to elves and dwarves before.

The noble god has been swaying for tens of thousands of years, but he has not been able to make any god offer his heart and form a divine system with him.

Even the goddess of love and the goddess of spring water who are attached to Him are independent gods.

The God of Time and Space ascends to the starry sky, and in less than three years, he fulfills his tens of thousands of years of prayer.

Hill watched Goddess Spencer go with Little William in light, leaving behind a little sacred rain falling on the players, and many fell into the fountain water curtain.

Black and White Road is a big profit this time!

This is natural holy water! As long as the goddess Spencer still exists, the holy water will not be broken.

"I'll call this goddess of joy in the future!" The young master raised his head and looked at the dissipating goddess light and suddenly spoke.

He looked at the inexplicable eyes of others and said angrily: "I! I will never admit it! I helped the appearance of the goddess of education!
To be continued...