Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 67 - 63 Arriving at Kexlote

67: Chapter 63 Arriving at Kexlote

67 -63 Arriving at Kexlote

Kexlote was a city without walls.

In the past, besides the Great Wall with its defense magic array, other walls of the border city were dismantled.

Outside the Great Wall, William constructed the Royal Palace, Magic Tower, and Temple of Time and Space.

Inside the Great Wall were vast residential areas and business districts.

Hill flew in the sky, gazing at the massive city.

He had thought that William would build a replica of the Imperial Capital, but he hadn’t.

Compared to the prevalent gold of Obastian, Kexlote leaned more towards the color of silver and white.

Hill looked from afar at the palace, realizing that William didn’t quite understand Western architecture.

His choices were quite mainstream, Versailles and Notre Dame de Paris.

He probably wouldn’t take a liking to the Louvre.

Thinking of the church in his own territory, Hill felt that William probably only concentrated on Paris.

But that building to the left of the Royal Palace, it must be the place for the King’s Guard, modeled after the Palace of Fontainebleau.

It is the place in France with the most artifacts from the Old Summer Palace, and most Chinese visitors who enter it don’t find the building beautiful; they just feel sorrow and regret.

This building is more famous in the West than in China because many people who have seen it won’t share upon returning.

Even the most cultured people wouldn’t exclaim that their favorite is Fontainebleau.

That William has vivid memories of this royal palace was completely understandable to Hill.

Stationing his own army in this royal palace, no one in this world would understand this feeling better than Hill.

Knowing that William wasn’t too concerned about buildings, Hill felt relieved.

His village wasn’t an exact copy of those towns, and those who didn’t understand couldn’t see it.

Moreover, Hill had used a large number of magic plants from this world, and these plants of various shapes and forms concealed the styles of many buildings.

Hill floated in the air, feeling greatly relieved as he continued to admire the scenery of Kexlote.

He counted carefully and saw that there were still seven Great Magic Towers, but many medium-sized magic towers had sprung up around them.

William was planning on having the Magic Towers run by Archmages form an array, Hill thought.

This belligerent was forming a Hexagram Magic Circle, with the seven Great Magic Towers distributed at the six points and the center.

The Main Temple of Time and Space to the right of the Royal Palace, even though it mimicked Notre Dame de Paris, Hill also noticed, had its highest spires numbering seven.

It seemed that defense was comprised of Divine Formations.

Hill couldn’t help but admire, having the memory of a god sure is great, plus having the divinity of time, there’s no problem that can’t be solved by delving into one’s own memories.

It’s just that Hill felt shortchanged, why did you still have to look at jewelry?

Were you in Paris accompanying your girlfriend?

Without the obstruction of city walls, the city felt even more familiar to Hill, although the tallest buildings were only five stories high, all in the style of Western small buildings.

Beginning from the Great Wall, the large districts spread out in a fan shape, separated by vast groves of tall maple trees.

In this world, the maple trees grew taller, reaching seventy or eighty meters, and their red, purple, and orange-red leaves interweaved, dazzlingly vibrant.

The red was intoxicating, like flames eager to spread across the sky.

This fervent red foliage lent Kexlote a touch of warmth to its silver and white.

Hill could only think of a phrase, “White clouds and red leaves lock in the autumn; in the morning, who has painted the frosty forest drunk?”

But William was more likely inspired by “Mountains redden far and wide, every layer of forest stained.”

I really am the complete opposite of William!

Hill thought to himself, critical inside.

Has the story of farming come up against a tale of conquest?

Hill mused sarcastically in his mind.

In the city district, many functional buildings appeared, each cluster equipped with one or two medium-sized Magic Towers.

William seemed likely to adopt a zonal city management plan.

He gazed and admired for a long time before descending to sit in his carriage and head towards the entrance.

This was a three-way crossroads, the shortest of which led directly to Kexlote, which had no city walls or guards.

The roads are long and straight; do remnants of a passion for infrastructure construction still linger in one’s blood, even in a different world?

Hill also pondered for a moment.

Although the Royal Palace seemed to be at the end of the city, once William swallowed up Haifasardo, the opposite side would be just right for Haifa’s people.

William’s Royal Palace was still in the central city, and his Royal City remained at the heart of the territory.

William truly was a very methodical man.

Hill’s carriage briskly entered Kexlote, and Srei, sitting outside, saw the patrolling guards and decisively stopped to ask for directions.

The guards were very polite; after clearly understanding that he came to do business with his own shop, only needing a space, they inquired about the value of his goods and whether he minded the presence of numerous Undead Tribe members.

Srei laughed, “The more of the Undead Tribe, the better.

My master often does business with them.

They are notoriously generous.”

The guard glanced at the motionless carriage and said with a smile, “It’s really wonderful that the mage doesn’t mind the Undead Tribe’s behavior!

They are just too self-centered sometimes, and most are quite shrewd.

But many people find them bothersome and prefer not to deal with them.

If you don’t mind, there’s a lot of space near the Undead Tribe’s arena.

The land there is meant to be sold to the Undead Tribe for them to build shops, intended for their own construction.

Until then, you can set up a stall for free.

It’s just that there are also Undead trading there, and many people don’t want to go.”

Srei was quite pleased, “This spot is perfect.

My master has received fine materials from the Undead Tribe.

They travel widely and have all sorts of things on hand.

Could you please tell me how to get there?”

The guard happily provided directions to the arena, “It’s quite a tall structure; you’ll see it when you get there.

You can set up a stall anywhere around.

You and the mage just find an open spot and that’ll be fine.”

Hill opened the carriage window and thanked the enthusiastic guard.

As the guard blushed and bashfully insisted it wasn’t necessary, the carriage headed toward the arena.

Hill didn’t need Srei to tell him they were approaching the arena; he could tell from the deafening roar of the crowd.

The carriage weaved through the throng of people, and Hill gently lifted the curtain to see the Undead Tribe turning the place into a bustling market.

The oppression of the city was strong—this was the power left by the God of Time and Space.

Players felt little, as their bodies were made from the Divine Power of the God of Time and Space.

Yet Hill felt suppressed.

His spiritual power couldn’t be projected outward, and his mana was locked within his body.

Is this the result of the Main Temple being built?

Indeed, I am still a mage!

Hill thought.

If a believer came in, they would feel very comfortable.

No matter how much one agrees with the philosophy of the God of Time and Space or with William’s governance, Hill remained a mage who sought freedom.

Agreeing but not worshiping was etched into his soul.

It’s uncertain whether this would change at life’s end, but at least for now, Hill felt very content with the prospect of living ten thousand years.

The thought of eternal, undying deities wasn’t within his consideration.