"Much as I like the Undead, I don't think Oaisis would agree to such a grand venture unless he had no other choice," Purvi said earnestly.
"That depends on whether the Elven Forest has already become a paradise for spiders." Hill tilted his head and smiled. "One Orchid Pond bred enough Silk Spiders to leave so many high-level professionals in Bacia at a loss. How many do you think the Crystal Fruit Grove could breed?
"Hah. I'm never going to the Elven Forest in this world, no matter what Oaisis offers me!"
"I wish Liszt were here." Purvi had been caught off guard by Hill's deeply unsettling words. "At least he could stop you before you raised another flag for yourself."
Hill pursed his lips. "I can't imagine Oaisis having anything that would tempt me."
Purvi looked puzzled. "But didn't you say Oaisis might be as powerful as Ao? You think someone who's lived for millions of years doesn't have a treasure you've never seen?"
Hill raised a finger and wagged it. "I can't imagine any treasure that would suddenly make me so greedy I'd forget everything else."
Purvi thought for a moment and agreed. "Fair enough. Your greatest strength is that your wants are remarkably easy to satisfy. Once they are, you get lazy. Very, very lazy. You probably inherited that from the other side of your family.
"And I'm guessing he wasn't talking about Elves, right?"
"What kind of nonsense is that?" Hill's mouth twitched. He looked up at the crystal patterns on the ceiling. "Where did you hear it?"
"Liszt was talking to Falan. Your grandfather said it himself," Purvi replied frankly. "I couldn't understand most of what they were talking about, but I understood that part."
Hill pressed a hand to his forehead. When an elder