"It's fine... William can only use his mouth." Hill said with a smile. "To some extent, he shares a mind with the God of Space-Time. That one is incredibly old-fashioned, so William has absolutely no private space. That's why he often just gives up and says whatever comes to mind."
Lynn slowly processed Hill's words. What did he mean, only his mouth...
Then, as Hill continued, his mouth fell open and stayed that way for a long time.
Then he quickly shook his head and couldn't help glancing at Hill. No wonder William spoke so casually. It seemed both sides had long gotten used to it.
Hill did not care about Lynn's gaze at all and merely said indifferently, "You know how vicious the Undead can be with their words. As their leader, William's mouth is the worst of the worst. When he talks, just listen for the important parts. Ignore everything else."
Lynn nodded helplessly. He had always thought the Elven Pantheon was carefree enough, but he had not expected the human Gods of another world to be so distinctive as well.
Resting his chin on his hand, Hill said, "I bought a lot of high- and mid-range goods in Dragonborn lands. Should I put them in the magic item shop, or open another store?"
Lynn smiled gently. "Hill, Aglaia City no longer needs all of your subsidies. Not only Elves and humans—after the Gnomes and Dwarves arrived, they opened some shops as well. And once the port began operating, the city government gained a regular income.
"Though that is currently only because the Undead spend enough money, I think Aglaia City will get better and better once it gradually opens up. Even now, many from the Good Alignment have started coming here from all over.
"Compared to their