Hill walked toward the tail end of Whale Island and tossed out another Alchemy Hall by the shore. Unlike City Halls, which needed to be connected to crystal mines, the Space-Time Divine Artifact that ran on divine power only needed to be placed somewhere that gave the Undead fewer chances to pull tricks.
Aglaia had been Hill's miscalculation. There was open space in every direction, and every day, people could be seen performing body art in the square.
The residents of Aglaia City... often watched from afar. Hill was genuinely afraid they would follow suit and let their instincts run wild!
Luskan was even less worth mentioning. Most of the adventurers here had barbarian blood, making them more likely to imitate the Undead... The key was that the Undead still had their three points, while barbarians did not. Just thinking about it made Hill feel that Laira's future would be... hard to put into words.
Most importantly... Hill truly found it difficult to imagine Midnight growing up in such an environment...
He sighed and decided to plant tall oaks and silver firs everywhere around the square in front of the Alchemy Hall except for the roads, along with towering Shadowcrown Trees.
Especially the Shadowcrown Trees. Even across all of Toril, they were unimaginably tall. More importantly, the dense clusters of feathery leaves at their tops formed canopies that blocked a great many sightlines...
After planting the trees, Hill turned to look at the Alchemy Hall and could not help sighing softly. Why did he have to think about things like this?
This Greek-style temple, supported by 108 white marble columns, instantly occupied all the space at the tail end of the island. Its columns rose above the sea, making for an especially magnificent sight.
Hill slowly entered the empty hall