The Undead Tribe’s confusion was quickly met with Snow Cloud Peak’s straightforward response: "Don’t worry about useless things.

As long as our Undead Tribe is still in Toril, no one will go looking for Lynn there.

As long as Hill leisurely lives on, no deities will trouble Lynn.

Even demons and devils won’t act openly because that place is guarded by Hill so tightly that not even a drop leaks through.

Lynn’s biggest problem will be the various temptations from the outside, which undoubtedly will never cease.

It will depend on him; we, not even Hill, can help him much."

"Ah... That place Toril, no matter who you are, you’re always confronted with challenges." The Old Age Striking King glanced at the Undead Tribe members who, due to their good relationship with Lynn... played games with Little Fairies until completely absorbed, unable to even find the north... most were personally rescued by Lynn... their eyes wrote deep concern, "Lynn has due to Hill’s presence, avoided many deadly dangers."

Think about Leonard at the beginning, his status was incredibly high among the Elves, especially in the Supreme Forest.

But wasn’t he still cast aside?

The Path of Destiny, even deities can’t easily pass that journey, no one could initially claim Leon was without danger.

But see who dares to touch Lynn?"

She laughed lightly yet with sarcasm: "During that era, compared to Leonard in the Tower of Nature, Lynn was indeed the best and most conveniently used!"

He is a Chosen of the God of Singing, ha~ even Miliel must listen to Oghma, can his Chosen be an exception?

Yet the God of Knowledge, watching as Candlekeep collapsed, didn’t ask Lynn to do anything.

Though Miliel indeed treats his Chosen like friends, yet... he’s very loyal to Oghma.

The kind deities of Toril, as you understand, are folks who would sacrifice their own lives and others’ just as willingly.

When Lind bound everything to Agleya, Toril’s majority troubles became unrelated to him.

This small tension arising from interactions among all gods count for little, right?

Once he’s used to it, maybe he’ll go up to join the chat."

"Certainly, Lynn’s safety is Hill’s major concern." Snow Cloud Peak glanced at the one making Old Age Striking King speak such a long monologue.

Ah, indeed, she along with Cunlü recruits’ sweet and silly ones are all present.

These have good relationships with Lind, which truly makes sense... Lind’s daily rounds collecting undead not without these.

Big cravings and great joy, only Little Fairies capable of keeping them happy playing the same game daily."

He couldn’t help but sigh: "Little Bear won’t leave his friends any trouble.

You don’t understand, it’s alright, just don’t talk nonsense."

Demons won’t dare enter Agleya, often visited by Lansendel and Celene.

Devils must be those with strongest stealth... otherwise caught by any kind alignment deity, truly doomed."

Hence unless unavoidable, even self-preserving devils won’t easily harm Lynn.

If Lynn causes trouble in such circumstances, it’s certainly due to... his own mistake.

With Hill’s character, even sad over a friend, it’s something past cannot be pursued, bygone affections can’t return.

Hill won’t complain friends can’t join him on long journeys; he’s willing to circle back and greet that friend who stayed put, before moving on.

But he never looks back at those who stopped briefly, only to head the opposite direction."

"Ah..." The indifferent Battlefield Lightening suddenly wailed, "Wait a second... your previous points won’t mean we’ll have a battle of seven days and nights over at the desert, right?

And we’ll just watch on?

We, to the desert go!"

He abruptly stood, animatedly gesturing: "Speed up, we’ll be there in two days!

Can even pick up scraps... what’s left will surely be minor bosses, military exploits won’t be bad, intense too!

Eh?

Why are you looking at me like this?

Did I say something wrong?"

"We aren’t going to the desert." Snow Cloud Peak calmly said, "Up ahead, the Road Eunuch’s issued a challenge, didn’t you understand?

You think we’re chatting here because we’re idle?"

"Eh? Isn’t that the case?

When did you become so favorable toward the Magic Sword?

Weren’t you annoyed..."

"Thunder..." Snow Cloud Peak couldn’t help but moan softly, "I have enough enemies already!

Really, after so many years, don’t add any more burdens!"

"No worries, Old Dog." Surprisingly, Magic Sword himself knew exactly what Snow Old Dog complained about, "As long as you don’t curse right in front of me, next battle I’ll still stand by your side."

"Scram, all of you!" Snow Cloud Peak shouted, "Go organize, by dawn, I need at least 50,000 listening to my morning greeting!

Understood?

Answer me!

Have you slept watching this?"

Although those thumping guys indeed fought dull battles, didn’t they speak proper just earlier?

"No..."

"Awake here! Just getting annoyed watching."

"Who wants to see others snatch military exploits?"

"Exactly, if it’s not me, they’re all bothers!"

Undead Tribe commanders murmured, left in groups of three to five.

"Tayan, please, explain to Thunder... what exactly I talked about with Road Eunuch earlier." Snow Cloud Peak advised the Night Slumber Clan Leader moving alongside Thunder, his voice mixed with complexity.

"Okay... alright." Night Slumber Treading Flames glanced, couldn’t resist rolling his eyes, pulled Thunder toward the exit, "My goodness... you guys know Thunder dislikes using his brain, why won’t you even listen?"

"Life enjoying just following Thunder works for us." Battlefield deputy nodded concisely, "A thoughtless life flows smoothly."

Snow Cloud Peak chuckled bitterly, turned to collapse on the long couch, covered his face with a screen.

Then vaguely heard hushed internal discussions from the Black Rose Family.

"Earlier, when he seemed startled, I thought he’d understood the elder’s words, but... he didn’t listen at all, right?"

"Though knowing this result is fine, the mood remains quite mixed!"

"Battlefield Lightening, truly lives up to Thunder... brains run faster than light speed."

"Tomorrow when our family heads out, steer clear from the battlefield... what if his mind returns absurdly?"

"Would I fear him?"

"Not really, Elder, does Thunder have value for you to abandon military exploits?"

"Ah, oh, then tomorrow we’ll pick a larger distant mineral island!"

"Indeed, bull men and horse men surely only stick to shores!"

Snow Cloud Peak irritably shouted: "While you guys plot, can you shield me out?"

The footsteps going downstairs paused, then resolutely continued down.

"Why’s Old Dog today so irritable?

Susu’s gone, left faster than us!"

"Aesces, right?"

"What?"

"He seems to be helping Aesces plan on simultaneously confronting Triton and Ambori, alongside Poseidon.

The two Greeks are easy, Ambori’s genuinely troublesome."

"The two’s intellect on same level?"

"What ah!

Ambori ensures following Road Eunuch to the letter, Aesces?

Ha...

Tibetan Mastiff’s dumb, yet bite whomever told to!

Husky wants to choose for itself."

Snow Cloud Peak abruptly sat upright: "I can hear you! You all know I can hear, right?

Perfect Bald, buzz off!

Quit muttering junk by my house."

"Old Dog’s in furious shame!"

"Run fast! Dog biting incident incoming!"

As irritating sounds stirred below, not footsteps imitating nonsense, Snow Cloud Peak finally enjoyed peace.

Then he stayed still for twenty full minutes, slowly sat up, opened the screen, fingers, even trembling slightly began typing: "The search diagram I sent earlier, where do you plan starting?"

Yet that encapsulated Snow Cloud Peak’s finest emotional intelligence phrase elicited only one reply: ’Eh?

I haven’t decided yet.

Why choose the uninhabited island in the middle sea region?

Clearly adjacent is a volcano, why not within designated scope?

How’d you perceive... why I feel nothing?

Why...?"

"Woof! Awoo~"

’Hmm? What are you doing, Snow Cloud Peak?’