Even though Adrian acted like he was waiting for the crowd and quickly dispersed, Hensley still did not give up and asked: "Does Mr. Adrian attach great importance to this territory? He actually brought so many people here."

Adrian rolled his eyes slightly and said without hesitation: "What can I do? The undead are always working day and night! The royal shops in Salar are not closed!

Then my store cannot be closed, and I must arrange for two shifts of people to open the store in turns."

"I didn't expect Mr. Adrian to attach so much importance to the undead!" Hensley said with a sigh on his face: "Mr. Fran, is this what you mean?"

Adrian glanced around at the undead who were watching the excitement, and suddenly said loudly: "Alchemists, always respect all customers!"

He glanced at Hensley: "We are not as powerful as Legend. We can obtain various materials directly from outside the material world. We can only rely on powerful professionals!"

Hill almost laughed out loud when he heard a sentence from the crowd: "Respect all customers who can afford to pay."

Adrian blinked: "If you don't have money, you can work hard. And there are no undead people without money.

Don’t take Hill’s shop as the standard for alchemy shops!

An ordinary alchemist can afford a grocery store."

Hensley looked thoughtfully at Adrian, who was so friendly to the undead.

Hill is not worried about him imitating Adrian.

Due to his nature, seeing the friendly and enthusiastic attitude of players toward NPCs, he could easily slip into the abyss of pure exploitation.

When the relationship between him and the player changes from friendly to neutral, he should know what it means to turn against someone.

Adrian had paid attention to the players as soon as they appeared. Coupled with Hill's careful advice, he completely showed the noble style of being polite and courteous when facing people of the same level, but keeping a distance.

Phillips snorted again and said goodbye to Adrian coldly: "Don't forget that you are still a magician. I'm leaving first."

Hearing these words that looked down upon players at all, Hill felt that Phillips was going to be in bad luck.

This is the base camp for pvp players.

He glanced around with the corner of his eye: some players were already discussing why Phillips was still in the friendly camp.

It was just that they asked why he was still green. Neither Adrian nor Hensley understood, but they both felt keenly that the atmosphere had taken a turn for the worse.

Hensley said goodbye quickly, pulling the archmage and walking back quickly.

Adrian looked at Hill, who shook his head and said it had nothing to do with them.

He smiled again and said to the onlookers: "Can you please go outside the corridor? I'm going to build a store."

Then he handed a drawing to Hill.

Hill rolled his eyes and summoned the earth element from his shop.

"How to find Hill?"

"Sil seems to be a summoning mage. The earth element follows him every day."

"Is it like one person can defeat an army? They are all magician-level elements!"

"Then below legend, isn't Hill the best?"

"It doesn't seem possible. It's said that all the magicians and priests here know how to banish. Even at the level of magicians, they can send away 7 or 8 of them at once.

Anyway, it seems that Hill is difficult to kill, but people are not afraid of being killed by him."

The players were discussing as they moved towards the corridor.

Hill controlled the twist in the corner of his mouth: I have only taken action a few times, how did you collect the information?

"Does that mean the legend can kill Hill?"

They actually continued to discuss it!

"How is that possible? Just look at how wealthy he is!

How could there be no means of escape?"

"There is an alchemist master backing him up! Last time I went to Obastian, the mage there said that he was traveling, and Frank would definitely give him a legendary puppet. He looked envious and jealous!"

"So Fran is the strongest?"

"I didn't look at those two legendary students. They rushed over to say hello. There are so many rules here, and those two raised their faces so high! If Adrian's status is lower than them, he will definitely not come up!"

Sometimes Hill really wished that William could block these discussions about NPCs. NPCs didn't want to hear it.

Just like the two people below, they must have put all their mental energy here, but they can only tolerate these chattering words.

There is no other way, there are more people than cows.

Adrian put a large pile of materials on the open space with an expressionless face, and took a few apprentices on the boat to fly.

Hill held the drawing, tried hard to ignore the gossip outside, and carefully meditated and sketched it in his mind.

The earth element quickly resonated with Hill's soul and quickly pounced on the various ores on the ground.

The frame of a 500-square-meter two-and-a-half-story building was set up in about 10 minutes.

Anyway, Hill is only responsible for construction, not decoration.

Adrian used obsidian as the building material, carved a magic circle, and used an intermediate tower spirit as the core of the store. It was not enough for these apprentices to escape into the underground secret room when danger came.

So Adrian had to let Hill build it. Only his earth element could quietly create a secret room dozens of meters deep underneath.

While the earth elements above were roaring loudly, another one secretly dug directly into the heart of the mountain and built a three-bedroom house.

Everyone knows how to build a secret room, but it must not be easy for people to find the specific location.

Amidst the voices of the surrounding players loudly lamenting the convenience of building houses with earth elements, Adrian jumped down, entered the house, and began to carve out the magic circle and make simple decorations.

Watching him quickly take out a large piece of crystal to make a floor-to-ceiling window, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Together, these two people can kill a city's contractor, right?"

Hill took a quick glance: Black Rose's.

As expected, he is a subordinate of the contractor, and he is quite sensitive to this aspect.

"So why doesn't Perfect Baldhead play an earth mage?

With a few more earth elements, why do we have to build our own houses!

I can pay to hire him!

The contractor has worked a lot, has he returned all the things he learned to school?"

Hill looked at the young master complaining loudly and felt that he was really not afraid of death! The people standing around him were all Black Rose people!

But soon he twitched the corner of his mouth and watched those people all agreeing. It seemed that they wanted him to help build a house more than the dignity of their leader.

Hill looked at the players standing in the corridor, and gently used magic to transform the material of the stone corridor. He thought that it would be impossible to protect it in a fight, so he didn't want to waste mana to strengthen the material of the corridor.

But they forgot that players also like to stand on the roof.

"Has this stone changed color?" Someone soon discovered it.

"It must have been Hill, he looked at us several times.

Are you afraid that we will collapse the roof?"

"666. Look at the magic they use, it's so quiet!"

"You can also use silent mode!"

"Are you stupid? You know what to use just by looking at the gestures."

"I don't know. Why should I remember other people's gestures?"

The man was speechless for a while, but after a long time he said: "Aren't these all for PVP?"

"Why didn't I know how Wen Jian became a PVP player?" Another person was even more angry.

"Asking about swords!

Then you have to ask the young master."

Hill found this sudden realization and his attitude of not intending to continue the quarrel to be very insulting.

"Ask P. He doesn't even know."

However, the person who asked the sword didn't care at all.

Hill vaguely heard someone singing: "The young master is in a gust of wind, and everyone who asks for a sword is confused."

The young master himself was right in front, watching the fun with his arms folded, completely ignoring the discussion about himself that followed.

These gang leaders, regardless of anything else, are definitely as thick-skinned as the others.

They are all typical examples of people who get used to being scolded.

"Hill! Hill!"

Hill heard someone calling him and looked back.

"The ink pen is outside, looking for you."

He nodded, flew up slightly, and landed next to Mo Bichenxin who had his feet raised.

"Why don't you just fly in to find me?" Hill asked in surprise.

The girl next to him laughed heartily: "Mr. Hill, this guy flies to the ground, resigned to his fate, and his voice is loud and crooked.
To be continued...