Hill Watching Drama Online, Part 1

The next batch of players had entered. After Hill saw several people from the baldhead gang wander in and head straight for the miscellaneous cabinet, sure enough, quite a few people followed them over.

Jijiyaya sat by the window, chuckling to himself as he kept typing out commands.

More than twenty minutes later, those people finally rushed straight toward the receiving puppet. By the time they had lined up and sold their things, their time was up. When Hill raised his hand and sent them out, he heard several angry curses.

"Ha ha, they really got muted." Jijiyaya was beside himself with delight.

Hill rubbed his forehead and sighed. Playing dirty tricks over such things really was a player's specialty.

Adrian arrived quickly. He pushed the door open and asked directly, "Where did this come from? There are actually more of these outside?"

Hill stood and called for Jijiyaya to go to the third floor with Adrian.

Jijiyaya soon came back downstairs happily. Hill noticed several people pointing at him and reminded him.

Jijiyaya turned to glance at them, made a dismissive gesture, and said, "It's fine. They're an enemy family. Mr. Adrian gave me a library pass and even allowed me to study alchemy in the Mage Tower. Just saying that is enough to piss them off!"

Then he smiled at Hill. "I know where you live now, Mr. Hill. I'll come visit you sometime."

Hill nodded in agreement, and Jijiyaya strutted off smugly.

Adrian remained on the third floor and did not come down. Hill did not think much of it and waited until the shop closed before going upstairs.

Adrian sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other. A bottle of fine wine called Crystal Mystery sat on the coffee table. He held a crystal goblet, swirling the wine as he drank and hummed a tune.

When Hill entered and saw him like that, he could not help saying, "Don't drink too much. What if Grandfather sees you?"

"He won't scold me today. He might even tell me to have another glass." Adrian leaned against the sofa and smiled. "My life is back in my own hands again."

Hill sat beside him and took out several plates of snacks. "Have something to eat."

Adrian set down his glass and said seriously, "I need to thank you properly! Hill, you really helped me out!"

Hill shook his head. "You were lucky too. I originally planned to have him auction it off. After all, there probably weren't many people in Salar wealthier than Grandfather and you."

Adrian said, "Hehe, stop explaining. You definitely found a way to make him think selling it to you was best."

Hill fell silent. A little over fifty thousand, with a whole pile of trouble attached, was certainly no good. But if it were five hundred thousand, even with a little extra trouble, it would still be good.

Fortunately, he had compared their prices when buying clothes. Yesterday, he had also heard several players who had sold expensive ore to NPCs muttering that the tax rate was nine-tenths.

As long as the transaction remained fair, it was fine. At the time, he had nearly blurted out an offer to buy it for five million. But he understood players. If he directly offered five million, they would only wait and see whether someone else would bid higher.

Hill knew that price was the limit. This item was only useful to Knights. Other than the royal family, who could afford to offer more?

But if that player decided to treat it as a rare commodity, and some troublesome enemies joined in, who knew what would happen?

If something slipped from his grasp after it was practically in his hands, Hill would be furious to death.

Adrian reached out and patted Hill's head. "Little Hill has grown up. I'll never say you're too gentle and easy to bully again." Hill irritably brushed his hand away and handed him a sandwich. "Eat already! If you go back like this, you'll get beaten."

Adrian bit into the sandwich and chuckled. "When I get back, I'll refine Saintess's Smile. I'll divide it into two potions for Father and my brother. Ahh, what a relief. A huge weight has been lifted from my heart!"

When Saintess's Tears became a life potion, it became Saintess's Smile. Hill had no idea who came up with that name.

"You seem very cautious around these Undead. Your fairness is almost abnormal," Adrian said. "Do you also think William will still need these Undead? Over the past two days, Teacher has taken me to visit quite a few people. They all think Salar may go to war with Hephasaldo this time."

Hill looked up. "Isn't that normal? Didn't you see the Undead's attitude toward the temples? And that was without any grudge! Can you imagine how many of them would directly call Rose by her divine name while cursing her out?"

"What? They dare curse her directly? There's no divine punishment?"

"One of the first Undead who came asked me who Rose was. After finding out, he directly said her divine name. He was completely unconcerned and even cursed once. Nothing happened."

Adrian flopped back onto the sofa. "My gods! With Rose's temper, this is going to be a fight to the death!"

Hill said, "I asked around. They still have more than a million people who want to come. They said William will let in at least five hundred thousand. His Majesty has no intention of stopping either!"

Adrian jumped to his feet. "My gods! I don't even have time to mope around! Little Hill, I need to leave first today. I have to tell Teacher."

Just as he was about to head downstairs, he turned back to Hill and said, "If you can't sell something, don't sell it. Come out with us more and meet people. Are you going to hide forever? Why avoid leisure when you have nothing else to do? You should at least learn about Teacher's connections. You're a Sorcerer—what are you afraid of affecting me?"

Hill smiled. "The potions you and Grandfather gave me are nearly sold out. I was planning to add some basic potions I made myself."

Adrian gave Hill an incredulous look and ran downstairs to take a look.

Hill unhurriedly got up and went downstairs, telling the Shop Core to display the inventory and income records for Adrian.

Adrian looked them over from top to bottom for quite a while, then waved a hand. "The Undead are really rich! I happen to be out of money, so I'll sell some things too."

"William should be the rich one! The second floor is the warehouse. Uncle Adrian, register and stock your goods yourself. I've given you permission."

The medicine cabinets were about to be emptied anyway, and Hill did not have enough potions on hand.

Adrian said disdainfully, "Looks like William made a fortune off the Rose families he expelled. William himself isn't that wealthy."

Adrian straightforwardly filled both the medicine cabinets and the warehouse before happily bidding Hill farewell. "What a pity Teacher's stock is all in the Mage Tower. I'll go back and ask whether he has anything left nearby."

Hill smiled as he watched Adrian leave, then went upstairs to check the bottle of wine. Crystal Mystery was down to the bottom of the bottle. This wine, made especially for Mages, was expensive and easy to get drunk on. Adrian's reactions today had all been very direct. It seemed he had drunk too much. Hill hoped he could keep his emotions under control; otherwise, Falan would not tolerate him for long.

Hill continued replenishing the jewelry. Melanie loved making jewelry, and the warehouse held piles of practice pieces. She was also very proud and disliked selling jewelry identical to her own. When Hill had first organized the alchemical jewelry warehouse, the glitter had nearly blinded him.

Adrian could casually produce five million crystal coins, while Melanie, who had studied alchemy even earlier than Adrian, possessed only a little over one million. That was because she had collected mountains of gemstones and precious metal materials.

Most of this jewelry had been inscribed with alchemical arrays that increased magical power and spell strength, making it highly suitable for selling to players.

Hill had always thought these things would sit there forever. He could not exactly sell them as ordinary jewelry. There were simply too few low-level female Mages who could afford such accessories.

There were benefits to the players coming too. Hill felt he no longer needed to worry about running out of money.

Hill glanced at the miscellaneous cabinet and noticed that two Alchemical Carriages had been sold. Even goods priced as high as two hundred thousand gold coins could sell this quickly—and the open-top ones had sold first.

Fine, players did not need practicality. Looking cool was what mattered.

Hill decided to go upstairs and sleep. Adrian had saved him a lot of trouble. He would probably come again tomorrow. Having no money on hand was too frightening for an alchemist, and Falan would not give him spending money.

When Hill woke up, he still could not resist glancing out the window. The line was still very long. This was already the third day. Logically, the merchants should have noticed by now.

Who knew what the Undead had done? The neighbors on Maple Leaf Street knew Hill had made a fortune, yet none of them were willing to open their shops.

Hill released several more puppets. Many people would definitely come to sell things today.

He took a deep breath and sat properly behind the workbench.

Hill had deliberately worn a fitted black Mage robe bought from a player today. It was the third day. The bolder players should come probing now. If he wore this outfit and acted a little colder, they should conclude that the baldhead group had taken all the quests.

After all, Jijiyaya had gone upstairs! The hidden quest had definitely disappeared!

The player forums had probably already discussed it for hundreds of pages. It was not like Hill had made them take the blame.

They had already taken all the benefits, and there would be even more benefits later. Taking a little blame was no big deal!

Hill comforted himself for a while, then opened the door with a clear conscience.

Sure enough, the first person to rush in was not a baldhead. Who knew when these people had started lining up?

Faced with a player who came up hesitantly to ask questions, Hill coldly pointed at the alchemy sign. "If it isn't listed there, come find me."

The player who had been shut down looked at Hill's clothes and said to his companion, "That bitch Perfect Baldhead! He even gave clothes to the NPC. He really thought of everything!"

Hill raised his eyes to look at him. His companion hurriedly covered his mouth and dragged him farther away. "Do you want to get struck by lightning?"

Hill thought back. He did not seem to have seen them before. They were not from that Doomsday group! The baldheaded loli really had a lot of enemies.

Several players gathered together to discuss things for a while, while everyone else went to buy items.

Only one player named Lu Huayu stood before Hill and said in an extremely gentle tone, "Esteemed Mage, may I ask whether you need any materials? We can help you collect them."

Hill felt a shiver run down his spine.

He hurriedly shook his head. "No need."

The player persisted. "What a pity! Our family has many members. If you need anything, please be sure to come to us."

Hill could only nod without speaking.

He stood there for a while longer. Seeing that Hill still would not say anything, he had no choice but to move aside and sell his goods.

Hill had never been good at dealing with such refined scum. Clearly, this group was together, and this man was their leader. He felt he could understand why straightforward rough types like the baldheads had become enemies with Lu Huayu.