Hill nodded, "What others don't have, I do; it really is a necessary treasure for showing off. But unless they truly like it, magical beasts won't agree to follow." Hill just let them be.
"Mr. Hill, do you intend to open the valley now?" Rain Falling on Mortal Dust asked inquisitively.
"Sealing the mountain was previously necessary to keep the identity of magicians secret, but it's no longer necessary," Hill spoke slowly, "However, if anyone harms the flora and fauna in the valley, not only will the individual be blacklisted, but their entire family will be prohibited from entering again."
"Then rest assured," Rain Falling on Mortal Dust said brazenly, "Our alliance has already taken a big advantage, and I will communicate with Snow Cloud Peak to arrange entry based on family contribution ranking, forbidding the carrying of weapons into the valley."
"Other undead tribes with friendly prestige will also enter," Hill said with a smile, "I'll give you two separate paths."
