god of tomorrow

Chapter 93 I won't guess, I'm afraid I'll guess right.

Underworld.

Gawain carefully selected a few pieces of junk, in exchange for the gaze of the Lord of Death descending upon him.

Just as the king of beggars is still a beggar, and the carefully selected junk is still junk, the Lord of Death feels it is not worth it for himself to descend upon a pile of scrap metal.

Don't get angry, don't get angry. If you get angry now, all the anger you endured before will have been for nothing!

You better have something important to do, kid!

"The great ruler of death..."

Gawain went through the process with unwavering loyalty, summoned Rupert and the female knight Ray's soul orbs, then took out the ancient book with its black cover and asked the all-knowing Lord of Death what exactly Hell was.

The Lord of Death was surprised that Gawain had encountered a follower of Hell, as He knew that the belief in Hell did not exist on the universal continent. Then He thought again, Hell was located in the vast universe, practically omnipresent, and Gawain was bound to encounter it sooner or later.

There are few comments about the Lord of Death regarding Hell. Hell is located between order and chaos, and strictly speaking, the magic of Hell also belongs to the category of order magic.

There is no need to worry about hell descending. The gods once waged a war in hell. The demons launched an invasion, initially advancing triumphantly, but in the end it turned into a war to defend hell.

Gao Wen nodded upon hearing this; it was within his expectations and made sense.

Looking back from now, if Hell had won, it wouldn't have been the Temple of Gods that descended upon the Universal Continent two thousand years ago, but the Temple of Demons. Since the Universal Continent had no belief in Hell, the demon gods would have been utterly defeated.

I'm curious, which god's basement is the Succubus Queen currently imprisoned in? Does she need a guard?

I am not talented, but I have a friend who is willing to follow me to the death.

This is the advantage of having a powerful backer. When others find the token of hell, they are either worried about the coming of hell or hope to become a guide and make a contribution. Gawain, on the other hand, has latched onto the leg of the Lord of Death. He doesn't have to worry about asking directly when something happens, and he immediately strengthened his loyal stance of following the Pantheon.

To think he'd become a lackey of hell like Rupert Horace? Pshaw, that's wishful thinking! He's a good guy!

That being said, Gawain still signed Rupert's Soul Orb to translate Hellish script.

The AI ​​assistant database has been updated, and a "Hell" folder has been added.

After the modeling was completed, the AI ​​assistant re-checked and compared the text, pointing out several errors in Rupert's translation. After verification, the text was revised to make Gawain's reading of the black-covered ancient book smoother.

You're useless. You can't even do such a simple job as translation. What use are you?

You failed your internship and you're fired!

Gawain swatted Rupert and Ray's soul orbs away with a backhand. He had high standards; the only full-time employees were Ox-Head and Horse-Face. Ordinary Ox-Head and Horse-Face wouldn't pass the probationary period, especially since Rupert and Ray had criminal records and were death row inmates.

Based on Rupert's account, Gawain, through his own speculation, roughly pieced together the situation of the Hell Altar in Sunset Town.

Hellish Magic: The Source of Gluttony: A Bloody Feast.

This is hellish magic that Rupert obtained. Whether it was a successful sacrifice, a possession by someone with a severed claw, or someone becoming someone else's guinea pig, information is limited and it's hard to draw a conclusion.

It can only be confirmed that the coincidence was too deliberate, the conspiracy too strong, and the person who left the sacrificial magic circle and the severed claw had no good intentions.

He's a bad seed!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On Saturday afternoon, Gawain packed a bunch of disposable items and left the couples' hotel, lamenting that his trip to Sunset Town had been a complete waste of time; he hadn't earned anything except for the mission.

He didn't get the treasure chest after defeating the BOSS, but only picked up a 50 yuan red envelope from a passerby. It was really tough for him as he struggled on the edge of the kill line!

Life may be tough, but the most important thing is to be happy and maintain a positive and optimistic attitude. Just like so-and-so and so-and-so, I didn't lose, I kept winning, it's just that they were too proud to admit they lost.

Gao Wen decided to treat himself to something nice for dinner and headed straight to the Gold Powder Club.

At 8 p.m., Gao Wen pushed open the dormitory door, glanced at the living room, and saw Xiu sitting on the sofa. He glanced again and saw a blue-haired dog next to Xiu.

For a moment, Gawain thought he was hallucinating. He rubbed his eyes, and it really was Hill.

"Isn't that my roommate Hill?!"

Gao Wen thought for a moment and said with a hint of teasing, "The sun must have risen in the west! What about your 10 billion subsidy plan? What about your targeted poverty alleviation project? Why didn't you go out and have some fun tonight?"

"Throughout the entire Royal Magic University, who doesn't know that I, Hill, am a man of strong will and swore to never coexist with gambling and drugs? I warn you, don't think that just because you're the president of the news agency you can spout nonsense. Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation!"

Hill shouted, turning to Hugh and saying, "He's slandering me! He's slandering me!"

Instead of remaining silent, he asked Gawain if he wanted a cup of coffee.

Gao Wen sat on the sofa, took the coffee handed to him by Hugh, and said that the president's man hadn't seen the president for many days. If he had known this would happen, he should have kissed him more.

He had barely sat down when Hill leaned in, took a deep breath, and exhaled with an epic intensity: "Number 18, Number 68, Number 888... and the female manager's perfume too. You went to a nightclub again, kid?"

Holy crap, are you a dog?

Gao Wen thought Hervy's nose was unbeatable, but he didn't expect there to be another expert. He raised his arm and sniffed, "Impossible, how come I can't smell it?"

"Tell me quickly, what did you do today?"

Hill pressed down on Gawain's shoulder, demanding that he describe the whole process in at least three thousand words, vividly and realistically, or else he would report him to the news agency.

"Going to a nightclub is obviously for eating, what else would you do?"

Gao Wen spoke the truth without hesitation, and the scent of his perfume explained it all: "The young ladies took turns begging me to touch their legs, and finally the female manager herself joined in, clinging to my arm and lamenting the hardships of being a single woman, saying how hard it is to even get a hot meal late at night. I was enjoying my meal when they started talking about 'melt-in-your-mouth' food. It infuriated me! They were just being disgusting and yet they boasted about understanding men perfectly. I managed to fend them off!"

"..." x2

Hill: As expected of the Red-Haired Demon King, he ate his fill and left without missing a single drop.

Hugh: Even I, who am not interested in women, think you've gone a bit too far. Next time, touch my leg a little more appropriately. Don't undermine the confidence that a professional has worked so hard to build up.

"Gao Wen, there might be a crackdown coming soon, so don't go to nightclubs unless you have to," Hugh warned.

"Oh, how so?"

"Do you know Sunset Town? Something big has happened there," Hill said gravely.

I know that perfectly!

"I don't know, what's wrong?"

"Just last night..."

Hill launched into a long story: the Royal City and the Dawn Church's Grand Cathedral joined forces to wipe out the New Life Retreat in Sunset Town, killing Lord Rupert. More than thirty noblemen were caught in the crossfire and died without a trace.

"Really? Where did you hear this rumor from? Is it reliable?"

Gawain was surprised by the efficiency of the Dawn Church and also by the speed at which His Majesty the King saved face, arranging everything clearly in less than 24 hours.

"First-hand intelligence, absolutely reliable, the news hasn't spread yet."

Hill had a special intelligence channel—or more precisely, his aunt, the Queen Mother (Hugh's mother), had a dedicated intelligence channel. He personally obtained firsthand, word-of-mouth information from His Majesty the King, guaranteeing its absolute authenticity.

After extracting the information, the princess aunt immediately sent a message to Hill, warning him to behave himself and stay away from shady places.

He further clarified that because the Church of Dawn insisted on publicizing the crimes, the thirty-odd nobles were not victims of a tragic fate, but rather deserved their punishment. His Majesty the King had no intention of protecting their families; instead, he would expose them all as negative examples, demoting them all by one rank, regardless of whether their hereditary titles were continuously held or progressively lowered.

"Ugh, what a mess! I'm not one of those weird aristocrats. I go to respectable nightclubs, and everyone there has a health certificate!" Hill cried out in grievance, feeling wronged after being scolded by her aunt for no reason and confined to her dormitory.

Gawain believed Hill on this point. The latter was indeed not a perverted aristocrat. His biggest dream during his school years was to support a senior female student or be pursued by one. Because the news agency was chasing after him for traffic, his reputation on campus was ruined, which is why he went to the commercial street for a subsidy of billions.

In Hill's words, this is called self-deprecation. As long as he is simple-minded and physically weak, he is a good-for-nothing that no one cares about, and therefore will not cause trouble for Hugh.

As for his tireless daily work, never missing a day despite wind and rain, he could explain it away: method actors get so deeply immersed in their roles that they can't pull themselves out.

In summary, when it came to making money and building a career, he chose comedy; when it came to building relationships and finding a partner, he chose pornography.

Leaving this kind of thing alone, while not necessarily harmless, will definitely boost economic development.

"Were the nobles who were thrown out really that important?"

Gawain has the ledger in hand, but currently has no reasonable plan, only a newly created document about double-crossing, hoping to get some inspiration from Hill.

"So-so. Those who truly inherit their positions are all great nobles with a history of over a hundred years. What kind of status would they have to go to a place like Sunset Town?"

Hill scoffed. Those who were dragged out and made to lose face were usually minor nobles. There was no such thing as hereditary succession. His Majesty the King was just saying it for show, to put on a show for the people.

Even among the nobility, there's a hierarchy of contempt. Without a wealthy family background, one can't squeeze into the top circles. The group of noble scions who went to Sunset Town belonged to the despised category: ugly, reckless, unable to maintain their nouveau riche mentality, squandering any power they had, utterly lacking in substance, and destined to collapse sooner or later.

Although the Blue Hair family is a typical nouveau riche family, it has produced a princess who can influence the king's favor. Therefore, the elite circle adopts a neutral attitude of neither taking the initiative nor refusing, and always gives them the face they are entitled to when they meet.

Rounding up, Hill has every right to look down on this group of people.

"It's good to be a nouveau riche!"

Gawain nodded repeatedly, took out the ledger and invited Hill to observe it, asking him for advice on which ones would make money with just a little scare, which ones would require a couple of scares, and which ones wouldn't work with just scares and would require some math and science.

"So mysterious, let me see..."

Hill, bewildered, looked at the ledger with a cheerful smile, but three seconds later his expression changed drastically: "Take it away, take it away now! How can I possibly look at this?"

Hildo is a shrewd person. He's confined to his quarters today, and he'll only become more cunning every day. He can tell from just one glance at the ledger that Gawain went to Sunset Town last night. His aunt's inside information isn't always reliable; the truth has been covered up by the Church of Dawn and His Majesty the King.

It involves too much, and it wouldn't be good for anyone to talk about it. He just wanted to be a fool, not pretend to be a fool.

Hill tried to run away, but Gawain grabbed him and begged for mercy with a mournful face, saying that he hadn't seen or known anything today.

I will never again show off in front of Gao Wen and flaunt that I am the school's insider!

"Cousin Hill, guess where I found the ledger?"

"I won't guess, I'm afraid I might guess right!"

"As expected of you, you guessed it right away."

Gawain forcibly pulled Hill to his side and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, put your mind at ease. You've already seen it all, it's too late to go blind now."

Hill: (╥?╥)

What happened to our brotherhood? Why do you always betray him? Wouldn't it be better to just break up?

If you don't even try, why do you think it's not fun to play the pit?

On the opposite sofa, Hugh saw Hill burst into tears after just one glance, so he quickly got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee, running incredibly fast.

"What's the rush? I'm not bringing you in to do business, but to join forces... oops, I got it backwards. I'm not bringing you in to pull off a big heist, but to do business together," Gao Wen said.

Is there a difference between these two statements?

Hill choked up with tears in his eyes. He had already guessed Gawain's plan: a mysterious person who did not want to reveal his name provided the ledger, the Griffith family provided manpower and resources, and afterwards, they would split the profits 50/50, making 60/80 = 64, with the mysterious person taking 60% and the blue-haired guys taking 40%.

This deal was too complicated, and Blue Hair couldn't handle it; Hill was reluctant to take it.

"You said it yourself, they're all lowly nobles who can't be brought to the table. Since they have no one to back them up now, why not kick them while they're down?"

“The nail that sticks out never gets a good ending. The Griffith family is His Majesty’s money bag, not His Majesty’s quick knife to confiscate property. You need to know your limits,” Hill said bitterly.

"Then let's all improve together!"