Fran looked at the castle before him and smiled happily.
Although it was exhausting and troublesome, finding an opportunity that could still advance his Alchemy at this stage was truly rare.
He was already very content.
"This Forest Array, do you plan to keep it for a long time?" Fran asked Hill, "I see those from the Undead Tribe are ready to build tree houses in there. Aren't you afraid that one day you'll send all these trees back?"
"I basically won't touch the Forest Array. The situation with the Dwarves, who knows!" Hill sighed, "Even without Demons, the Evil Gods come from the Abyss too! All are evil; there is no difference."
Fran nodded, "To you, indeed, there is no difference."
Hill looked helplessly at his grandfather.
This was truly a typical Mage.
This meant, unless provoked, Fran would not react to those who dealt with deities of the Evil Faction.
Deities' affairs had nothing to do with Mages.