Hill the Capitalist's Counterattack

For Hill, whose mental power far exceeded that of Mages at the same level, Elminster's spell was actually very useful.

Controlling those spheres of light was easy for him, and Hill's perception was high enough that he could direct them to intercept danger before it struck.

But he had always hesitated.

Elminster, the representative figure of this spell, could be said to have made countless enemies across Faerûn. Using this spell against enemies really did draw hatred.

The academy in Silver Moon City had made this ninth-circle spell something one could learn simply by paying money, in fact to help Elminster's students share some of that hatred.

Otherwise, walking outside with spheres of light floating overhead might result in some unknown weapon or divine spell flying in from beyond the heavens.

Although the spell had spread, the rarity of ninth-circle spells had created another situation.

To many of Evil Alignment, this spell now meant either the caster was a student of an eternal enemy, or a wealthy fool worth robbing.

Either way, they were worth taking a shot at. Whether it was a person or money, there would be a pleasant surprise.

Hill was not afraid, but he had never liked this kind of trouble.

But now, it no longer mattered. Hill was powerful enough to keep lesser pests far away.

And those powerful enough to cause Hill trouble would, in Hill's opinion, have no time for him for at least the next ten years.

In ten years, Toril would explode.

That was why Hill had kept trying to draw Lynn's attention, hoping to bring him to his territory sooner.

Even if Faerûn shattered into fragments, Hill could still preserve the lives of the people in his territory.

At the very least, he would not let himself and his friends