god of tomorrow

Gao Wen exclaimed in surprise. As expected of the top-notch support player, Dawn had already covered up his lie before he could even figure out how to fool him.

There was no doubt that Dawn knew about chaos magic; after all, he was the student council president, so he had that kind of authority.

"Does Miss Hervy know about your chaos magic?"

Dawn wanted Hervy to know that this way, Hervy wouldn't be a spoiled young lady abusing her power, but rather a lord's good sister who recommends talented people without regard to kinship.

"do not know."

Gawain shook his head vigorously, then countered with a false truth: "I lied to her that my Chaos Magic is the God of Wishes, and that I can grant everyone one wish."

"She believed it?"

Dawn's eyes widened. How could such outrageous magic be invented? One dared to say it, and the other dared to believe it. Was this love?

"Of course not, so she lied to me too, saying that her chaos magic was time magic."

"Even more outrageous!"

Dawn rolled his eyes. This couple was more unreliable than the other, spouting nonsense at the drop of a hat. Gawain and Hervy together were a match made in heaven.

"Who says otherwise? They lie without any real effort."

Gawain rummaged around for a while and finally found the magic wallet among the tattered strips of cloth. Overjoyed, he opened it and poured the contents outwards.

There was no clattering sound of gold coins falling to the ground, nor the clanging of treasure chests stacked one on top of another; there was only a magic book with a black cover, its pages yellowed, clearly quite old.

What kind of script is this?

Gawain quickly scanned the text, and after confirmation by the AI ​​assistant, it was determined that the script was definitely not something that had ever appeared on the Universal Continent.

Without a doubt, it's the language of hell.

Rupert is amazing; he can even translate the language of Hell.

Gawain chuckled as he stuffed the magic book back into his wallet, ignoring Dawn's constipated expression, and put it in his pocket.

"Gawain..."

"Use your pseudonym when you're working. If there are any skilled assassins around, you'll expose me the moment you open your mouth." Gawain knew what Dawn was going to say, so he directly reprimanded him, silencing him.

Dawn remained unmoved, guessing that the black-covered ancient book was related to hell, and hoped that Gawain would not collect it, and even less so, not be filled with curiosity.

On the continent of Universal, every day, magicians are killed by their curiosity, their corpses enough to circle the university town twice.

"Don't worry, I'm not collecting this book to study hell. I know my own limitations."

Gao Wen sighed, looking like he couldn't stand to see his brother doing well: "I'm worried that if I leave this book behind, and your father-in-law finds it... you know, if you live too happily from now on, would I let you get away with it?"

"..."

Lina and I are just ordinary friends!

Dawn sighed as well. He understood what Gawain meant: the church was not trustworthy, and this ancient book should not fall into the hands of the church, no matter who it was in.

"You rest, I'm going to destroy the altar. That thing is so red it's almost black, it'll only cause trouble if it's left!"

As Gawain spoke, he walked to the sacrificial magic circle and asked the AI ​​assistant if it had memorized all the array patterns. After receiving an accurate answer, he then used the door panel sword to plow the altar.

Rupert received a magic spell that allowed him to mutate by fusing flesh and blood, and a ready-made severed claw in his hind leg...

coincidence?

Ha ha!

This altar is not a blessing at all; it is clearly a trap dug by someone with ulterior motives, using those destined to be there as guinea pigs!

"Who's so bored and has such a dark heart?"

Chapter 91 One's own failure is terrible, but a friend's success is even more heartbreaking.

City Lord's Mansion.

Located on the west side of Sunsettown, it is also Rupert's manor.

Divided into two sections, the front section was the lord's office, a three-story building with more than ten offices, small but complete. From finance and security, public health, to civil disputes and marriage mediation, all the complex affairs of Sunset Town, big and small, flowed within the three-story building.

The back area is Rupert's private residence, where he and his family lived.

Rupert had no family, was a bachelor, and had abandoned the lowly pleasures of throwing away his servants. His mind was full of hellish sacrifices, and all his ill-gotten gains went to hell.

In other words, there are no savings.

After dealing with Rupert, Gawain took out several test tubes and collected some blood and tissue samples. Just because he himself wasn't interested in Hell didn't mean others wouldn't be; these were extremely rare items, and selling them to the school would definitely make him a fortune.

Damn school, he's always been the one spending the money, it's time for the school to bleed a little!

After touching the corpse, Dawn regained some strength. The two young men explored the cave and found other entrances to the cave, one of which connected to the city lord's mansion.

Gawain pushed open Rupert's savings account with high hopes, and the next second, he turned completely ashen.

"Empty?!"

"Haha, Dawn, look, it's zero!"

"Why did it turn out like this...? I defeated the Demon King, I was the first to arrive at the Demon King's Treasury, two pleasant things intertwined, I should have gained even more joy. But why did it turn out like this..."

Gao Wen: orz

Returning empty-handed is a loss, leaving without picking up something is a loss, and he felt like the sky had fallen because of the huge loss.

"Gauss, money may bring momentary pleasure, but it can never measure the depth of life, nor can it represent everything in the world. There are many more precious pursuits in life, such as justice."

As a qualified assistant, Dawn felt he had to say a few words: "Justice is an inextinguishable torch that can make the soul shine brightly in the baptism of time. You have left an indelible mark on Sunset Town, and you have already gained the greatest happiness."

As he spoke, he patted Gao Wen on the shoulder.

One must learn to make peace with oneself. Although one did not find any money, one upheld justice, and justice is priceless. This is true happiness.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. Gawain only found Dawn noisy, and his impassioned speech sounded no different from mockery.

Are you kidding me? I don't have a single penny!

Gawain was furious. He twisted his mouth and was about to retort when he suddenly remembered something and looked Dawn up and down.

The sympathetic look in his eyes made Dawn feel uneasy, and he subconsciously swallowed: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"Excuse me, but are you and Lina really just ordinary friends?"

"Ah."

"As the student council president, you don't even have a girlfriend at school?"

"Ah."

"Then it's not surprising..."

Gao Wen stood up. Sure enough, a man can't be rich, powerful, handsome, and humorous; he always has to lack something.

Gao Wen pondered that if he himself was a bit dim-witted, then Dawn must be a bit dim-witted.

It's not the big head's stubbornness, but the small head's stubbornness, commonly known as connections.

"Hey buddy, with your high moral character, not greedy for money or lustful... is it because you'll eventually lose your erection, so you have plenty of time to contemplate life?"

Gao Wen wasn't just talking nonsense. As the saying goes, when a brother shares his life insights with me instead of showing me videos of him shaking his hips, I know he's no good.

Dawn is clearly not up to the task.

"..."

Dawn turned and walked away, striding out of the city lord's mansion.

He originally intended to take out his wallet and give Gao Wen a 20% cut, but now it seems he was overthinking it. Gao Wen's sadness was only on the surface; he was happier than anyone else inside. Look, he's even telling jokes!

In that case, let's not talk about the wallet anymore.

After Dawn left, Gawain continued searching. Although he didn't find the mysterious treasure chest, he did find something good.

Ledger!

"Wonderful!"

"Let me see which nobles and royalty are here..."

……

Just like in the movies, the police always appear only after the protagonist's team defeats the criminal gang, and the people from the Church of Dawn are also late to the party. Hundreds of people sealed off the Night Rose Club and the City Lord's Mansion, took over all the city's defenses, firmly controlled all the entrances and exits to Sunset Town, and while rescuing the victims, captured the remaining adventurers in the town.

Church affairs are being conducted; all unauthorized personnel should quickly disperse.

To be fair, from an outsider's perspective, the Dawn Church's grand display was disrespectful to the King; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a slap in the face.

The Adventurers' Guild was also forced to the ground and subjected to a brutal beating.

Loyal as Gawain was, how could he stand by and watch His Majesty the King suffer such a great humiliation? Loyal as Gauss was, he would not allow the Church to ride roughshod over the union. In a fit of anger, he activated the rather unreliable art of appraisal.

Upon opening, everyone went blank!

All the members of the Dawn Church that he saw were formally trained as Dharma Masters.

Church elites couldn't just be ordinary formal mages; otherwise, what would be the difference between them and adventurers? If Gawain wasn't mistaken, there were probably high-level mages of level 41-60 among the hundred or so empty slots, and there might even be a few archmages of level 61-80.

That's all.

When His Majesty the King, who cares deeply for his people, learned that the Church of Dawn had helped punish evildoers, he not only didn't feel embarrassed, but actually thanked the Church of Dawn!

"Dawn has quite the nerve, with all that pomp and circumstance... Why didn't I ever have a father-in-law like that?"

Gawain muttered to himself as he walked out of the city lord's mansion. Perhaps it was because Dawn had instructed him, but his face went in and out without being questioned anywhere.

Two figures stood on the road in front of the city lord's mansion.

One was indifferent, his words carrying a hint of perfunctoriness; the other bowed and scraped, eagerly trying to win over the cold shoulder.

The one with the aloof expression is Dawn, while the middle-aged, greasy man bowing and scraping is the bishop of the Dawn Church stationed at the Royal Cathedral, named Andre, who was once a tough guy who dared to fight.

Legend has it that this tough bishop came from the Knights of Judgment, fought valiantly, only took down elites, and was known for his fearlessness. Once, surrounded by enemy forces and outnumbered, his magic exhausted, he stuffed his intestines back into his stomach, picked up his broken sword, and continued to charge. When reinforcements arrived, there wasn't a single piece of his flesh left on him.

Now...

Perhaps he's become a doting father to his daughter.

"Dawn, are you alright?"

"fine."