Hill Begins to Yearn for Netheril

Hill's pleasant life was interrupted by Liszt after all.

Though he had considered ignoring it, he still frowned and shut down the soundproofing array. "What is it?"

"The Undead sent word. Merkel has arrived. His Majesty has currently locked him up near the Star Gate." After hesitating for a while, Liszt finally knocked on the door. He had heard that William had locked Merkel in a cage.

Liszt could not judge Hill's true attitude toward Merkel, so he could only report the matter as quickly as possible.

Hill froze for a moment and glanced at the pendant he was holding. Alice happened to be asleep, lying on the soft sofa with her body turned sideways and pressed tightly against the armrest.

"His Majesty didn't hurt him, did he?"

"I heard he was locked in a cage and hung from the ceiling of the main hall." Liszt did his best to restrain his curiosity. Hill's attitude was truly strange.

He recounted all the information he had received from the Undead in as much detail as possible, especially the fact that Merkel had already relinquished that divine portfolio.

"As long as he isn't dead, it's fine. Then again, how could His Majesty the King of Salar do something so foolish?" Hill let out a cold laugh. "Foolish leopard!

Blinded by a false victory, did they win that war themselves?

They gained such a vast territory without paying a sufficient price. Even the Wolf Clan, who had joined the war from the very beginning, did not have as much land as they did!

How could his subordinates fear Alice's faction when they had never experienced the brutality of war?

This is what happens when ambition does not match one's ability.

But why should my Alice pay the price for their ambitions?"

They? Liszt