Rebuilding High Forest would take at least a century, and that was only because Elves were skilled at planting.
Lynn's parents would have plenty to do in the future.
Still, planting flowers and grass turning into planting giant trees was not bad either.
Hill smiled. He had no intention of helping. If he truly wanted to repay Toril's Nature Consciousness for being so kind to him, he could simply plant more trees around Aglaia City and help the forest here establish an ecological cycle.
Hill glanced at Corellon, who was lying on his side with his legs crossed, and directly asked about Dolphin Bay. He truly felt a little uneasy. Sometimes, he did not even know whether that sense of danger belonged to himself or Toril's Nature Consciousness.
Corellon should be able to give him some advice.
Hill had originally thought Corellon would be very interested in what had happened to the Lord of the Deep Sea. Yet although the Father of Elves' eyes lit up, he had no intention of discussing the matter with Hill.
It seemed that while the Father of Elves enjoyed watching the excitement from his Divine Kingdom, he did not want to bring it up himself.
Only after blinking did Hill understand. For Corellon, his wife's jealousy was not exactly a topic he would be willing to mention.
Although Rose had fallen out with him more because of her uncontrollable ambition, that ambition had begun with jealousy.
Back then, to soothe Araushnee, who had cried and fussed endlessly like the Dolphin Goddess, Corellon had given his wife the strategy and conspiracy aspects of his divine portfolio.
Then Araushnee had indeed stopped dwelling on his womanizing, only to walk further and further down the path of conspiracy until she became Rose.
Hill simply fell silent and