Alessio carefully taught Hill how to design a habitat for the silverfish and how to raise them so they could breed and develop.
Hill listened closely. So did the Oak Spirit hanging from his pendant. Liszt had instructed him to record everything that happened whenever he went out alone with Hill, so it could be filed away afterward.
Liszt traced the origins of everything Hill brought back, ready to give him a fuller answer the next time he asked about it.
These silverfish, in particular, would have to be raised in the pendant before they were released into the Demiplane. The Oak Spirit studied the layout of Silverfish Creek closely, intending to reproduce it exactly inside the pendant.
Alessio could not help glancing at the faintly glowing pattern on Hill's pendant. Unless his eyes and senses were deceiving him, that oak pattern radiated exceptionally pure natural power. Yet Hill was not a Druid.
He had heard that this Archmage carried Corellon's blood, but the oak represented the Father of Nature, didn't it?
And wasn't Hill's bloodline in his own world said to be aligned with Water Law? How else could he have a daughter who was a Sea God?
Alessio could not help thinking something scandalous: It almost feels as though he's descended from Corellon and Sylvanus.
Utterly unaware of the parentage Alessio had invented for the Elven God-King, Hill checked that his notes were accurate, then looked over Liss's orchard and the vegetables, berries, and small shrubs planted in every gap beneath the fruit trees.
Elves truly had a gift for this. They instinctively knew what conditions would let plants thrive. Hill raised a hand and cast Natural Blessing.
Alessio stared in astonishment as every fruit tree put out leaves and blossomed again, even with winter approaching. He could