Probably only Hill can understand William's thoughts, not even the big boss in the sky.

When the boss of the God of Time and Space was young, all he probably needed was passion and hard work. But in the later stages, he no longer needed to deal with the troublesome things in society.

He knows the importance of fairness and justice to ordinary people, but he cannot understand how much trouble a small public servant can cause to ordinary people.

Even though Hill's life was ordinary and happy, fairness and justice were not available to everyone around him.

Not to mention William, he will only see more.

Hill has always respected William because of the clothes William was wearing when the World Will broadcast him talking to the boss.

Although Hill was not rescued and could not hold on after struggling for a while, he was grateful to the soldiers who rushed in at the risk of their lives.

Therefore, Hill is willing to cooperate with many things William does.

Even if this guy likes to see Hill's jokes, it does not prevent William's character from making Hill feel trustworthy.

Hill looked happily at the archmage-level wind magic that had finally taken shape in his hand, and his mission came to an end for the time being.

The wizard level, even Hill, will take longer.

He quickly found the materials and carefully made 3 blue magic books from low to high, and then copied 2 more sets.

When it comes to showing things to others, it’s best to make them exquisite, and it’s best to look at them in your own style.

Hill's petty vanity was at work.

He first asked Lao Mao to send a set to Fran.

Although Fran also had some understanding of the wind system after seeing Case, and even during the legend, there was a hint of wind law.

But it's still not as good as Hill's regular spell system.

Hill didn't know what kind of semi-artifact Flan was going to use, but maybe it would have some effect.

He knew that several other undead mages had not left their territory during this period, and he also knew that Lao Mao had to ride a horse in the past and would be slower than others.

But Hill wanted him to go.

Then he asked Liszt to issue a ring-running mission to the undead in his territory.

Old cats also like fluffy ones.

But what he likes is cats. The fat cat who relies on his contract always looks for cats to play with every time he enters the valley. The cats really don't avoid him much.

The old cat is definitely very willing to complete this ring running task.

After all, if you don’t queue now, it doesn’t mean you won’t queue in the future.

He should have known it when he saw so many people running around outside.

The old cat would never dare not complete the tasks given by Hill, but when running on the road, he would definitely feel a little uncomfortable when he sees the running tasks given by his friends.

If you are an hour slower than others, you are also slower than others, especially the friends you play with. It will only make you feel more unhappy.

It’s not like Hill has never played games before. The feeling of losing to someone you don’t know is completely different from losing to someone you play with every day.

So knowing that the old cat finally came back with a sad face, he rushed directly into Liszt's small office to take over the task.

Hill was satisfied.

Although he would see the book sooner or later, when the old cat brought it over, it was definitely for fun, not as a reminder.

Now Hill just wants to watch the excitement.

Tit for tat.

Hill, who temporarily put down his chores, began to read the books he had accumulated during this period, and the undead sent many more books.

Liszt suddenly appeared: "Mr. Farland wants you to come over immediately."

Is the semi-artifact about to take shape?

Hill became energetic and immediately stood up and flew out quickly.

Now, as long as Hill flies into the sky, his body will be automatically blessed with wind magic. It is impossible for anyone to fly faster than him on this continent.

So he flew under Fran's magic tower almost in the blink of an eye.

Diamont greeted Hill almost in surprise. He felt that he had just informed Liszt.

"Hello, Diamonte." Hill greeted happily, "Where is grandpa?"

"The laboratory on the top floor. Mr. Hill." Diamonte quickly replied, "Mr. Adrian hasn't arrived yet."

"Then I'll go up first. You wait for Uncle Adrian!" Hill walked into the floating ladder and went directly upstairs. Wouldn't he wait for Adrian and let him laugh at himself for becoming a celebrity?

When he was in front of Frank, Adrian didn't have the guts to say anything.

He did not enter the laboratory, although the door was open.

Flan stood quietly in a room of several thousand square meters, with a huge round object in front of him.

Hill could no longer tell what materials this thing was made of.

It looks like an ordinary round ball.

But Hill knew that this thing had taken Fran for many years, and had been refined since the days of the magicians.

Even when it first became a legend, Frank also put a lot of effort into it.

None of them were successfully refined directly.

One can imagine how powerful the materials needed and how terrifying the power needed to completely refine this future semi-artifact.

Hill looked at the magic circle on the ground carefully, trying to identify its function.

This is really complicated. Hill knows many symbols, but he can't figure out why they are placed in that position.

Adrian came in 10 minutes later. Hill looked at him in surprise, flying so fast?

"The teleportation array is actually quite useful." Adrian said calmly.

Hill curled his lips. He was indeed on the verge of death, so naturally he didn't care about the monitoring of the God of Time and Space.

The mage has always been reluctant to use it, partly because it is a divine spell.

If a mage had invented it, they would have been diligent in using it.

Losing to a god in magic is the reason why mages have always resisted the use of teleportation arrays.

Unless one day a powerful mage understands all the rules of space magic and can draw a teleportation array, the mage will still be stubborn.

So far, the one who knows the most about the space system is probably Flan, so Adrian already knew that the teleportation array was safe.

But as a member of the mage, he will not use the teleportation array publicly unless there is an emergency and he occasionally takes risks.

The God of Time and Space has been silent about this, also because he is not willing to let these high-level mages use the teleportation array.

Unlike the undead whose power is all controlled by him, who knows if a mage goes crazy while teleporting and blows up his space channel.

Especially those legendary mages.

So both parties have a tacit understanding, but there must be a mage secretly using it, like Adrian.

"The branch president of the Mage Association used a teleportation array last time when he was in a hurry to go back." Adrian whispered, "Although he paid great attention to hiding, he was still discovered. After all, the mages and undead in this world are

The difference is so obvious. There are only so many high-level mages, you can guess who they are."

Hill understood what Adrian was talking about. As the branch president of the Mages Association, they felt that they could use the teleportation array when they were in a hurry, so of course they could do it.

But Hill smiled happily. It was useless to go back, he just exploded.

The Mage Association is still struggling with the Warlock Tower, hoping they can change their mind.

Unfortunately, the temper of the warlocks cannot be explained by any reason at all.

They could endure it in the first place because they really had no choice.

But when they do get a chance, they will act most quickly when they make up their mind.

In the chaotic camp, making decisions is the fastest.

Moreover, people in the chaotic camp will never look back on what they throw away.

Of course, maybe after a while, some warlocks will change their minds on a whim.

But it may take another ten thousand years for this group of warlocks to unify their opinions once again after a rare opportunity in thousands of years, and then sit together to make changes.

If a person from the chaotic camp has the patience to do something slowly, then it must bring him more pleasure than anything else in the world. The Mage Association does not have this value.

After a brief exchange, the two remained silent.

Flan is on the move.

Although he remained silent, his mental energy was always on the outside, knowing that everyone who should come came.

Flan has communicated with this round blank countless times, and every thread is soaked with his spiritual power.

Hill watched as Fran activated the magic circle. In the colorful light, the ball floating directly above the magic circle slowly changed its shape.

Hill quickly saw that it was a crystal ball.

Or should it be called Wanfa Ball?
To be continued...