Hill leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the crystal ball floating in the air for a long time.
At last, he smiled slowly. Fortunately, there was nothing in this world he wanted badly enough to grow greedy.
Hill had even been willing to give Aglaia the Druid's natural treasury. What else could he not bear to let go?
He glanced at the crystal ball again and quietly postponed his plans for a magical ship.
For the next year, he would stay here and keep an eye on Aglaia.
Judging by Blackstaff's reckless behavior, the Toril Gods were probably all about to step in.
Hill was certain Blackstaff Khelben was at death's door, but he could still feel the hostility coming straight at him.
Even someone with fairly good luck could draw a fatal card from the Deck of Many Things. Using it meant putting your life on the altar, and even if you survived, the financial losses could be considerable.
All it would take was for Hill to give in to temptation...
Khelben had no idea just how good Hill's luck was.
Still, he had never expected the deck to kill Hill.
With a god like Aglaia beside him, a mage above Legendary rank would not be so easily trapped in a fatal situation.
But he had given no thought to whether Lynn or Telly, who had no means of resisting it, might be the one to see the map.
That was the first thing Hill thought of.
The hatred and anger rising in him came from the fear of what might have happened.
He had underestimated his enemy.
This mad mage lord no longer feared the hatred of dragons or Elves. Why would he fear Hill and Aglaia, who were only a little stronger than a Weak