god of tomorrow

"then……"

Hell is a forbidden word in the universal continent and cannot be spoken lightly. Therefore, hell magic has a euphemistic name - black magic!

When ordinary people hear this, they instinctively think of black magic as dark magic. Only those in the know understand that heretics involved in black magic must be connected to hell.

Scarcity drives up value, and the item offered by the adventurer Gauss attracted many knowledgeable nobles. After a fierce bidding war, the price was finally settled at 5000 million.

To be fair, the price is inflated. It's just a sample of flesh and blood in a test tube, not Rupert's complete corpse. The fact that it fetched such a high price is purely due to the atmosphere.

They're all nobles, and with a bit of personal grudges involved, it's hard for the auction house not to make a profit.

Everything was going well, and it seemed like the transaction was about to be completed when suddenly a group of people rushed out, snatched lot number 09, beat up the auctioneer and the bank manager, and demanded to know the provenance of the lot.

Even without the beating, the bank manager would have identified the adventurer Gauss even though Hill had given prior instructions. But the intruder didn't believe it. "I haven't even hit you yet, and you've already confessed. You must be up to no good."

After the battle, accurate information was obtained: Lot 09 came from the adventurer Gauss. To find Gauss, first go to the Royal Capital Highway.

"In other words, the intelligence has been sent out..."

Gao Wen's heart was relieved. The loss of 5000 million was certainly painful, but if the mission was also lost, that would be a truly devastating loss.

No wonder!

This is outrageous! They dared to rob Gao! It's a fight to the death, a bloodbath!

Gawain put Hill down and turned to get on the highway.

"Wait a minute, I haven't told you who they are yet!"

Hill called out to Gawain, his expression grave. "The auction house is in the capital. These people dared to rob us right under the king's nose and slap the Griffiths family's auction house in the face. Do you know what that means?"

"know."

Gawain nodded: "The Griffith family is His Majesty's moneybag. Twenty percent of the profits go to them. This isn't just slapping the Griffith family in the face; it's kicking His Majesty's ass!"

That's one thing to say, but you can't say it like that!

Hill considered his words, wanting to refute them, but Gawain's analogy was so apt that he couldn't find a point to refute it. So he simply stated, "These people come and go without a trace. They disappear as soon as they leave the auction house, which means they are definitely not amateur adventurers."

At this point, Hill pointed to the ceiling and whispered, "Even if they aren't court mages, there are court mages to cover for them."

"What do you mean? Did His Majesty the King give this order?"

"That's not the case. Why would His Majesty slap himself in the face for no reason... Pshaw, I mean, a while ago, someone from the Royal Academy of Mage was dismissed for his involvement in the Sunset Town incident. It must have been his doing."

Hill curled his lip, clearly displeased with the looting and vandalism of his auction house: "That old man was there, watching from the sidelines with a sinister air. He clearly had the ability to stop it, but he pretended to be dead and did nothing. Who else could it be but him?"

"What's the old man's name?"

“Dylan”.

Hill revealed Dylan's identity: a former court mage whose son died in Sunset Town and who was cut up by His Majesty the King at high speed, thus losing his secure job.

The motive is there!

Gawain calmed down: "How strong are the court mages?"

"It's hard to say. Court mages need a special skill, not necessarily how good they are at fighting. The fact that Dylan was thrown out shows that he is not irreplaceable..."

Based on his own observations, Hill analyzed the situation for Gawain, explaining that the threshold for becoming a court mage was a high-level mage, and no matter how unpopular Dylan was, he still possessed the basic strength of a high-level mage.

“A spineless dog. His Majesty the King has already shown him great mercy by not killing him. Not only does he not repay the favor, but he also dares to slap His Majesty the King in the face. Cousin, you just wait and see. The old bastard won’t be able to hide for long before he’s dragged out.” Hill said confidently, having smashed up the Griffiths family’s auction house, he was prepared to face His Majesty the King’s wrath.

"According to you, he won't be able to keep this up for long?"

"Absolutely!"

As Hill finished speaking, seeing Gawain's conflicted expression, he asked in confusion, "Cousin, what's with this coy act of wanting to take off your pants but not bringing an Interceptor? Do you still want to spar with him?"

Yes, that's an immature idea!

The name "court mage" sounds incredibly experienced, giving Gawain the expectation that killing him would allow him to level up.

However, Gawain had never witnessed the methods of a high-level mage before, and feared that acting decisively would only result in his defeat. He wanted to take some more time to calm down, but he was also afraid that after ten days of seclusion, Dylan would have already been brought to justice.

I'm really torn.

The reason for this dilemma is that the Cathedral of All Things has been mistakenly placed in a high-level game. Its most outstanding basic attributes seem small and cute in front of Tiffany, Jean, and Gwyneth.

Gawain pondered for a moment: "Cousin, what do you think of the Saintess, the Vice-Commander of the Knights Templar, and the bishop-level magicians compared to the court mages..."

Gawain stopped midway through the conversation.

There's no comparison. The court mages are a group of hundreds of people. If the two sides were of equal rank, His Majesty the King would have already paved highways all over the entire continent.

Dylan is a high-level player, but not that high-level.

This is in the bag!

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.

The scene shifts to the news agency the following afternoon.

With President Herwi absent, Vice President Dawn was busy taking charge of the overall situation, although it was always him who was in charge.

"You are...Gawain?!"

Dawn looked at Gawain in surprise and said to Becky, who was writing furiously beside him, "Look, it's Gawain, a member of the club. He actually remembers that he is a member of the club and knows to come and finish his manuscript."

Becky looked up amidst her busy schedule, and stared at the stranger in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand in astonishment.

Gawain: (???)

Damn it, this is workplace bullying! So what if you skipped work a few times? Who are you two trying to bully? If you're so capable, go tell the president and see how she deals with you!

Speaking of which, Gawain, Dawn, and Becky are all Lily's knights, and today is the first time the three of them have appeared together in the same frame.

Gawain had already planned it all out. Once they arrived in the territory, he would be the Minister of Economy and Construction, Dawn would be the Captain of the Detective Agency, and Becky would be in charge of internal affairs, agriculture, labor, health, transportation, and education…

Lily hit the jackpot by signing him. With him in charge of all financial and infrastructure projects within the territory, Lily will be able to earn back her savings for her funeral and suicide within three to five years.

"Gao Wen, you're already here, aren't you planning to work a shift?" Dawn said sarcastically.

"Captain, what happened to you? You've changed so much in just a few days. Where did that humble, polite, and sincere student council president go?"

Gawain lamented that it's not easy to learn good things, but it's easy to go astray. Hell and such things are just too dangerous. Dawn only went to Sunset Town once, and after being exposed to a little bit of the aura of hell, he turned into this.

Seeing that Gawain wasn't there for work, Becky's eyes lit up, remembering Hervy's instructions: "Gawain, if you're looking for the club president, she..."

"No, I'm here to see Dawn."

As Gawain said this, he dragged Dawn to the president's office. It was inconvenient to involve Becky in things like the highway; the latter should just do her job properly.

Then you're dead!

Becky looked at the closed office door with heartache and shook her head repeatedly. Recently, Hervy had been asking Gawain if he had gone to the news agency, and if so, whether he lingered in front of the president's office and looked heartbroken.

The outcome was obvious: Hervy was nervous and expectant, while Gawain was completely indifferent.

"Should we tell the truth?"

Becky had a feeling, to be honest, that Gawain was going to get a beating and fly far away. After all, he was a future colleague, and if possible, she hoped to help Gawain so he wouldn't fly so far.

Just as he was pondering this, Gawain pushed open the door and walked out, followed by Dawn with a serious face.

"Becky, I'm leaving the news agency to you. Gawain and I have to go out for a bit."

After saying that, the two men walked away, leaving Becky alone, bewildered, while working overtime.

There's not much left to ponder. Just polish it up a bit, highlight the protagonist's nonchalance and frivolous swagger, and let him soar even further from where he started.

……

That night.

Highway.

Adventurer Gauss told Ross to crouch further away. Tonight, they would execute a high-risk, high-reward strategy, with him acting as bait. They would catch one fish after another, ensuring there was no chance of them coming home empty-handed.

The plan was perfect, and the bait was tempting, but we still came up empty-handed.

The reason is simple: the highway from the university town to the capital is nearly 50 kilometers long, and even if only 20 kilometers of it is taken as a gray area, the area it extends outwards is still astonishing.

With such a large pond, and without him holding up a sign that says "I am Gauss," how are the fish supposed to find him?

"Well, don't move around here, I'll be right back."

Seeing that the fish hadn't come, but a swarm of mosquitoes had, Gao Wen clenched his fist, coughed twice, and vanished in a golden light.

They reappeared, arriving at a battlefield two kilometers away.

At this moment, two groups of adventurers were facing off, numbering about forty.

"Excuse me for interrupting, do you know the adventurer Gauss?" Gawain interjected, intending to use this as a breakthrough to quickly make a name for himself.

"I know, his arrest warrant was only posted today, 800 million is no small amount."

"You're in the same line of work, right?"

"Why don't you join us and drive out our competitors?"

"Pah! They're clearly joining us!"

Only 800 million? Vansen's starting price is 1000 million. Who do they think they are!

Gawain was surprised by Dylan's efficiency and annoyed by his stinginess. He shouted, "Everyone, quiet down. Don't fight yet. I have something to say."

"Spit it out! We still need to find Gauss!"

"Yes, I heard he's 2.5 meters tall, with a striking blue face and fangs. He was found by someone else if he's late."

"..."

Who is spreading fake news here!

Gawain clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "To be honest, I am Gauss, who is worth 800 million."

"..." x40

"Charge!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill him!"

Chapter 101 I Like You

"My back...my chronic leg pain..."