Hill sat on the edge of the high terrace and quietly put on the gloves Corellon had given him.
Although they were rare, they were not particularly high-level. When Corellon had given them to him, he had merely reminded Hill to be a little more elegant.
Don't wave bear paws around with such an elven face. Most importantly, don't get your hands dirty.
Hill had never cared much about that before. He could put on a pair of gauze gloves and get to work.
But this time, he estimated that things might get a little messy when he took action.
The gloves' property of being approachable only by metallic minerals was perfect for Hill, who fundamentally did not want to touch anything dirty.
There was nothing he could do. After all, these so-called Grand Sages probably could not take a beating like dragons could, and Hill disliked the feeling of blood and flesh becoming a mess.
This time, Oaisis had no intention of stopping Hill, even though Hill had first dragged him out and directly asked about these people's backgrounds—whether they were being controlled or tempted.
He really wanted to say that these people had been manipulated.
Unfortunately, they had not.
These few Grand Sages had once relied on their own abilities. After the borderlands of Damboro's inland region had gradually turned into desert, they had still managed to transform their family territories into oases and maintain them in good condition for so many years.
An oasis was paradise in the desert, a place everyone vied for... Even Oaisis would not harm such an important place.
As long as they had the ability, he did not actually insist on leaving the desert with nothing in it.
However, the appearance of the Earth Lord had made things difficult for these oases.