Liszt had no intention whatsoever of meeting Russell's remorse-filled, newly awakened gaze. He merely turned aside and directed several constructs to keep picking books out of the library and bringing them over.
Most of the books here were photocopies of Hill's transcriptions anyway, so it did not matter how many they took.
But Hill had never intended to give them all the Magic Books so soon, especially the advanced and specialized books on alchemy and enchantment.
It was not that he would refuse to give them any. He had simply planned to wait until the two children advanced to the Eighth Ring and gained a deeper understanding of the laws.
Not to mention magical cultivation... From the very beginning, Hill had only intended their magical botanical garden to ensure they could eat and drink well.
After all, even Hill had felt his vision go dark when he first saw the sheer amount of things he needed to learn.
But some things just grew more infuriating the more one thought about them... Hill could still endure it when he had not seen Russell.
Still, this was good too. At least the reluctance in Hill's heart would lessen somewhat.
In truth, every time Hill left a world, it was a trial for him.
The fact that he nearly always considered every detail of his friends' lives hundreds of years into the future showed just how reluctant and worried Hill was.
Especially those people on Toril. Hill had nearly wanted to pack them up and take them away with him.
Yet how could anyone worthy of Hill's regard possibly escape the notice of the Gods?
Even Lynn, who seemed the weakest among them, was actually quite formidable.
It was simply that when Hill met him, Lynn was still growing up... Singer had actually