Hill's study was quiet for a while, no one wanted to remember the pig anymore.

After a while, Fran said: "Then I will go back."

"Grandpa, please stay for dinner." Hill said with a smile, "The seafood Uncle Adrian brought is delicious."

"Liszt did it well." Adrian nodded and said, "He controlled the puppet himself to make it. It's very similar to what the undead chef makes."

Fran stayed with great interest, was very satisfied with the meal, and asked to learn Liszt's cooking method.

Then he gave Liszt a specially made puppet in return, which was almost fake and looked very much like a real person.

Even Liszt believed that the dishes made by this puppet were already 90% as good as his own.

This was an ordinary puppet with no intelligence. Hill was immediately relieved and no longer worried about Fran's legendary road.

Hill also knew how to make a puppet, but he couldn't make it so dexterously even if he scratched his head.

Liszt set this puppet up as a housemaid, walking up and down in the magic tower. Her footsteps were crisp, making Hill feel a little bit popular.

Seeing that the water elements were almost moving to the water material warehouse on the floor, and after helping them expand the space by half, Hill immersed himself in making boxes.

Hill thought about it and finally felt that although the natural aura is important, those sea monster demigods probably prefer a gorgeous appearance.

It's just that the boxes made by most human mages are not as fancy as Hill's. After all, they all think that everything in the seawater will corrode quickly.

They would not use a large amount of water-based crystals in this place just to maintain the shape of the box.

Hill also told Adrian that the appearance of the box must be as gorgeous as possible, but Adrian has absolutely no problem with this aspect.

If it were in his own world, he would definitely be a staunch supporter of the Baroque style.

A few days ago, Xueyunfeng came here once. Liszt received him and asked about Edgar's condition carefully.

This player has always been meticulous and carefully observed Edgar for several days before coming to Liszt to hand over the task.

Edgar, changed his last name to Kotor.

After entering the school, because they were already knight squire, they entered the advanced class directly. In the school, they no longer used the term squire, but instead called them apprentice knights.

Xueyunfeng said that Edgar trained very hard, and because he received a noble education, he was much more knowledgeable than his classmates and was very popular. He was also willing to help others.

After Liszt gave him a generous reward, he watched the undead check into the hotel again.

This undead seems to have taken over William's mission to monitor the mage who came here to do research.

Recently, there are no less than 1,000 players in their alliance in this town.

Liszt returned to the Magic Tower and reported the results to Hill.

Hill shook his head and had nothing to say. The surname Kotor could drive the count crazy.

The count's greatest pride in his life was that when he was young, he defeated the great knight of the Kotor family and inherited the title and territory with honor.

If others really think that Edgar is a bloodline of the Kotor family, then the only honor that the count can praise can only become a joke.

This kid Edgar is really capable.

Hill slowly thought about it. Although she was as cold as his mother, she was better than the countess and didn't force things that didn't belong to her.

Manton is really the most like the Count.

As long as the Earl is still a high knight, Manton, a flexible and adaptable person, will not do anything to him.

The reason why the earl followed Manton to the Krall family was because he felt that following Edward's people would not protect him.

In the aboriginal world, great knights are still valued very much. At most, it is better to receive a little cold shoulder than to lose one's life.

Liszt asked Hill quietly: "Sir, what are those undead people watching every day to prevent? The spies we have here are not that important, right?"

"First find the spies, and then prevent anyone from being seduced by the devil's writing."

"Then what do we need to do?" Liszt thought about some of the demonic knowledge in his core and felt that this was a possibility.

"No need, there are so many tree people." Hill shook his head, "The forest array is very harmful to demons. The newly fallen ones will die when they come out."

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then said to Liszt: "Tell the undead, if someone really falls, move quickly, otherwise you won't be able to snatch my tree man."

Liszt couldn't help but laugh. The undead people were guarding here every day just for this little feat. If they couldn't kill them as fast as the tree people, they would probably be very angry.

Maybe Liszt warned him in time, or maybe the players received the warning faster. When the first fallen mage rose into the sky and wanted to fly out of the territory, he was nailed to death by the undead with a spear soaked in holy water.

On the ground.

Fran only had time to push open the window, and the fallen mage lost his breath.

He looked down at the corpse, which was beyond recognition. His whole body was blue, his hands and feet had turned into the shape of claws, and his height had increased to more than 2 meters. There was only indifference on his face.

If Hill hadn't driven out the neutral and evil people, this situation would have happened long ago.

Hill always looked at the world with a kind heart, and expelling these people was also for their sake. It just made things difficult for Fran and made him wait for a long time.

Seeing this terrible result, many mages who were actually just here to join in the fun finally understood that studying demonic things would lead to death, and many wanted to leave.

The few mages who had produced the research results had been standing in the laboratory with shiny magic shields on their bodies, watching everything that happened with dull expressions on their faces.

In their hearts, they were only curious about the words, but were not tempted by the evil aura in the demonic words at all.

Fran has been warning them to be careful. They also think that Fran is an alarmist and just studying a text. What else can be tempted by someone with an evil heart?

Until today, the archmage who had been trying to please them and circle around them suddenly became corrupted and mutated in front of them. If Adrian hadn't taken action in time, their heads would have been ripped off.

Adrian removed the shield, smiled and asked them how they felt and if they needed a rest.

Only a few mages came to their senses and shook their heads in refusal. But they asked Adrian to give them a quiet place and it would be best if no one else came in.

Adrian smiled secretly and agreed.

At the beginning, when these old scholars gathered together, Adrian asked them if they needed a quiet environment without being disturbed.

But these few felt that Master and Disciple Fran looked down on others. With so many people gathered, there would always be someone with new ideas, who might be able to give them a lot of inspiration!

In the end, he resolutely rejected Adrian, and even accused him of being narrow-minded. He also said that scholars cannot be distinguished by pure national distinctions.

Now I am finally honest.

As long as these old mages and scholars are protected, Adrian doesn't care even if the others fall.

If it weren't for these people, Frank wouldn't ask Adrian to stay here every day.

Xueyunfeng was still very clear about it. On the first day they sent people here, they met with Frank and Adrian and clearly explained William's arrangements.

In this kind of thing, Hill usually adopts the attitude of driving people away and preventing anything from happening.

But Flan doesn't want to care.

Since these people strongly requested to participate, he has also told these people that their lives are in danger, but if they still come, then they must be responsible!

Adrian recruited several Sky Knight puppets to guard this small research room.

In the large room outside, the isolation barrier that used to be watched by a large number of people every day was suddenly deserted.

Adrian couldn't help laughing and came to the reception hall downstairs.

Sure enough, as soon as he stood in the hall, people started to say goodbye to him.

Seeing the stiff smiles on these people's faces and listening to their stumbling farewells, Adrian happily sent away most of the uninvited guests.

Fran would not retain these people at all. The only ones he had actively invited were the few scholar-type mages upstairs who specialized in writing.

These people who left had some secrets in their minds. Some even came to inquire about information with unknown persons’ money.

These people have not noticed at all. As long as they have a little crooked thought in their hearts, they will be seduced deeper and deeper after reading these demonic words for a long time.

After it reaches the same frequency as the evil wave emitted by the text, those with poor control can only mutate on the spot.

Adrian didn't know how many of those who wanted to leave had already stepped on the edge of the abyss, but he still dutifully informed them that before leaving, they must go to the fountain in the center of the square and stay for half an hour to enjoy the natural beauty.

Purify.

Fran would take Adrian there for a walk every morning and evening, and would also invite the old scholars.

It's okay for these people not to learn, and they plan to record more of their thoughts while Frank and others are away.

After all, Adrian often forgot to put away the drafts of several old scholars.

During this period of time, Adrian really discovered that unrealistic desires and shameless interests can make people so stupid.

Some of the idiots who appear among the nobility are born with low intelligence, while others have not received any good discipline since childhood.

And these mages used to be very smart and pragmatic people, otherwise they would not have advanced to become mages, or even archmages.

Adrian was in a daze. Did these guys in front of him really advance to the level of Archmage on their own?

He stood at the door to see off the last mage who was leaving, and watched quietly for a few minutes. All the people who wanted to leave were standing in the small square, and even drank water from the fountain directly.

Adrian turned back, looked at several mages who were smiling at him, and imitated Hill and tilted his head slightly.

These people were sent directly from those countries. They were not the fools outside who were paid to do things. They were very determined.

Adrian nodded to a few people and prepared to report to the teacher upstairs.

"Mr. Adrian." Someone suddenly called him.

"What? What's the matter?"
To be continued...