god of tomorrow

Dawn's intuition told him that something was amiss and there must be something else going on. He rationally analyzed, "These bounty hunters aren't after Gauss. They arranged a deal with another group. The $60 is stolen money... Why are you glaring at me? I didn't say I'd call the police and hand over the stolen money."

"His Majesty the King is so wise. Under his leadership, the Kingdom of Jinyao is thriving and the people are honest and simple. Where would so much tobacco trading come from? It must be because your mind is too dark."

Gawain snorted coldly. Dawn was good in every way, except that his mentality was too twisted and he would occasionally spout conspiracy theories.

Unlike him, a sunny and cheerful young man who firmly believes the world is beautiful and there aren't so many bad things under the sun. A dark and stormy night + carrying a large amount of cash + operating in a gray area—does this combination necessarily indicate illegal transactions?

Why can't people be undercover police officers...?

Uh, going undercover is out of the question, but assaulting a police officer will land you in jail.

In short, 60 is a lot of money. Once it's in Gao Wen's pocket, don't expect him to give it back.

Without further ado, Gao Wen pulled out a scallion and, with a forehand and a backhand, woke the people up and asked them about their true identities.

Gao Wen: Name, gender, occupation, why are you carrying so much money on the road at night?

Onion: None of your business.

Gao Wen: I originally thought that if I confessed honestly, I could return the money to you. But since you're so stubborn, I won't return the money.

Onion: You stole it with your own skills, why should you return it?

Gawain:......

Onion: I'm not afraid to tell you, what we brothers have the least shortage of is brothers. If you're so capable, don't run away tomorrow night. Let's go down this road and see who has more brothers.

"???"

Gao Wenren was stunned. He had seen all sorts of things on the highway, but he had never seen anyone so eager to give him money and people.

Seeing that Gawain hadn't gotten anything out of him, Dawn stepped forward, his eyes flashing with blue ripples, and cast a hypnotic spell, managing to extract the truth from Onion's mouth.

This group of people were not bounty hunters, nor tobacco dealers, and had no connection with undercover police officers; they came from a security company in the capital.

The company's behind-the-scenes boss, Wick Ignis.

Second Prince!

"Are you close to the second prince? Why is he chasing after you to give you money?"

"Don't talk nonsense. What does the Second Prince giving money to Gauss have to do with me, Gawain?"

Gawain outwardly denied any connection, but inwardly he was impressed by the Second Prince's character—able to take things in stride and let them go. Despite the editor-in-chief, who used the pen name Fickmuse, having criticized him for so long, he was still considering the possibility of reconciliation.

To be fair, Gawain had never had a bad impression of the second prince; he knew how to behave appropriately and was polite, never using his status to intimidate others. It was only because Hugh arrived early, was his roommate whom he saw frequently, and because Hill kept nagging him, that he began to regard the second prince as a potential enemy.

Essentially, the second prince is just a nobody. It would be best if he could provide quests, but if he can't, Gawain won't keep chasing after him.

Now that they've been making overtures, sending money and gifts, and there wasn't really any major conflict, if he pretends not to see it, he'll seem ungrateful.

Humans cannot, or at least should not.

However, reconciliation is not the right thing to do now. Life is a mess, and you must not wake up when you should be confused.

He would accept the money and keep the person, but only when the second prince invited him to dinner would he realize his mistake and be worthy of the other party's good intentions.

Seeing through it directly would make the second prince seem stupid, which is unethical.

Gao Wen thought it made more and more sense, so he happily made the decision!

Also, as expected of the strongest magical hypnosis in his mind, it's versatile and can be used in both formal and informal settings, far superior to time stop or anything like that. I'll arrange it at the school auditorium tomorrow.

Gawain has always been obsessed with hypnosis. The reason he is so enthusiastic about it but doesn't pay for it is because mental magic has a very high threshold of charisma required from the caster.

The higher the charm of the caster, the greater the success rate of the spell; conversely, the higher the charm of the target, the greater the success rate of resisting mental invasion.

Those with low charisma will mistakenly enter this door and waste their money.

Previously, Gao Wen had a misunderstanding about his own charm, which was only cleared up a few days ago.

Location: North Campus Library.

Ever since his girlfriend Hervy accompanied him to the library, there were no more lecherous glances behind him, nor any female students turning their heads to study diligently.

The truth is revealed!

Gawain didn't know how to evaluate her, so he added "food possessiveness" to Hervi's character tags.

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.

Time flies, and July has arrived.

With the first semester over and summer vacation officially beginning, the Royal Magic University was on holiday. Traffic was heavy in front of the school, causing several traffic jams.

The situation in the capital is also not peaceful. Trains, which are already notorious for being late, have become even more unreliable recently due to a surge in passenger traffic.

Prince Wick is a meticulous man. Every night, he arranges a team to cause trouble for Gauss on the highway, with each person costing 100,000 to 500,000, sometimes as much as a million. His sincerity is truly remarkable.

Wick's targeting of Gauss was purely coincidental. The reason was the massive explosion in the capital's sewers. After some investigation, he uncovered the former court mage Dylan, and by following the clues, the adventurer Gauss came to light.

As luck would have it, Wick had connections within the investigation team, and they quickly identified their target.

With Prince Pedrone blocking his way, Wick needs to take a surprise approach if he wants to ease tensions with Gawain, and Gauss is the perfect candidate.

Furthermore, it's not difficult to find out that Gauss is Gawain. Wick learned from his mistakes and knew that if he could find out, his unlucky older brother could too. Therefore, he kept a very low profile and outsourced everything to his own security company, never letting the Knights show up.

Getting back to the main point, during the two-month summer vacation, the vast majority of students chose to go home, with only a small number continuing to live on campus.

Dawn, who was supposed to live on campus, left behind a message about spiritual practice and ran away.

Gawain's rapid progress put immense pressure on Dawn. He had thought his talent was one in a million, but Gawain's casual practice and nightly domination of weaker opponents had left him far behind in terms of speed, which he was so proud of.

I can't understand it, I can't figure it out, I don't comprehend it, and I'm very anxious.

Dawn was unaware that Gawain had a system that allowed him to gain basic attribute points by completing tasks. He only knew that if he didn't work hard, he wouldn't even be able to become an assistant. So, he left school on the first day of his vacation and went off to pursue further studies somewhere.

Hill also left school and went home. According to him, there were hundreds of hungry and helpless maids at home. This journey was arduous and long, and each time he returned home, it was a trial that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

Gao Wen wasn't envious at all; he wouldn't dare.

Hervy and Lily both live at school, not just this year, but every year. Despite being nobles with fiefdoms, they never go home to visit during holidays.

Second-floor bedroom.

Two heads, one black and one red, were snuggled together, spouting nonsense that sounded tedious to outsiders but was also incredibly nauseating.

"Participation in the history department's summer program isn't mandatory, so can't I just withdraw now?"

"The list is all out. Unless I suddenly get heatstroke... uh, don't look up, I'm scared."

"Fifteen days is such a long time!"

"There's no way around it. The department head is in charge of the team. I've skipped too many classes. If I don't try to improve my image in front of him, I might not be able to get my diploma."

"But I heard that second- and third-year history students also participated in the event. There are many young, beautiful, and single girls. They are so lovely. You won't fall for someone else, will you?" Herwi said quietly.

"How could that be? Go ask the Golden Powder Club. I wouldn't even glance at a thigh offered to me. Do you think I'm the kind of scumbag who would cheat on you with other female students?" Gao Wen shook his head repeatedly. Cheating was impossible. He Wei had to have confidence in her beauty and fighting skills.

"Just because you're not one doesn't mean they aren't..."

Hervy muttered to herself, "First come, first served. If you're not quick, Gao Wen would have been snatched away by other senior girls long ago."

Thinking about that shameless little bitch from the North District, she felt increasingly insecure. She got up, pushed open the bedroom door, and looked down into the hallway: "Your roommates are all gone, so you're all alone, right?"

"Yes, Hill has been home for two months. She doesn't like life in the palace, so she'll be moving back next month."

"As long as no one is around."

Herwi bit her lower lip and slammed the door shut.

After a while.

"yue~~"

Chapter 108 The worst thing in life is thinking too much, but the worst thing is thinking too little.

7 month 6 day.

As Herwi waved goodbye, Gao Wenshen boarded the school bus with a satisfied smile, greeted Professor Glenn in the front row, and obediently sat down in the back by the window.

Also present to say goodbye was Ms. Frey, who stood in the corner without showing herself. Gran pretended not to see her, making them a very awkward divorced couple.

Student A: Gao Wen looks a bit listless.

Student B: That's how all men who travel far from home are. It's normal that you don't understand since you're single.

Student C: That's Ms. Frey's fart... her back view, right? Why is my goddess here? Did she come all this way to see me off?

Student B: I advise you to reorganize your words, otherwise you will not get the credits this time because you got off the bus with your right foot first.

Student A: Wait a minute, why are you the one talking? Where is Student D?

Student B: I went home as soon as the holiday started, saying that school was boring.

Gao Wen leaned back in his chair for a short rest, gathering his pent-up life force, and quickly regained his energy.

I won't explain the reason for my listlessness here. Classmate B gave the correct answer: Lily is strict. She can't make cream puffs, but she can make rice crackers.

Also, having a girlfriend with too much strength is really not a good thing. Hervi is clumsy with words and hands, and Gawain almost got hurt by her.

This summer activity for the History Department involved over a hundred students: eighty first-year students, thirty-five second-year students, and ten third-year students, making it far larger than the temporary archaeological team led by the former department head, Fan Weiqi.

To facilitate management and to create a comfortable riding environment for the students, the eighty first-year students were assigned three school buses.

As a notorious truant with a beautiful senior girlfriend, Gao Wen was always seen as a badass by his classmates, enjoying the attention of the powerful and sharing a seat with one other person.

Seeing that he had closed his eyes to rest, the conversations around him quieted down considerably.

An hour later, the bus was quiet, with most students choosing to sleep to pass the time. Those who did speak complained about how difficult the long bus ride was and suggested that the school should arrange for them to take the train.

Gao Wen scoffed at such remarks. Given the school's stingy nature, why would they spend so much money to charter a whole train instead of hiring a paid school bus driver? It would be impossible unless the sun rose in the west.

Besides, is traveling by train always comfortable?

Slow speed, long travel time, frequent delays, loud noise, cold in winter and hot in summer, cramped and crowded, and the seats are designed inhumanely...

Gawain could easily list dozens of flaws. He had seen the light, rejected the darkness, and even dogs wouldn't ride the trains on the continent.

Unless the school has a change of heart and arranges a luxury train tour exclusively for the elite, Gawain will never consider traveling by train in his life.

Don't ask Gawain why he was so resentful. He took the train to Universal Continent for the first time in April, when he returned to school with the investigation team.

The terrible ride was a nightmare that I relive every time I think about it. I seriously suspect that the investigation team was underfunded, either because the school was stingy or because the team leader, Commissioner Smith, was embezzling funds.

The destination of this trip is Hot Wind City in Suzuran Province. The entire journey will be by school bus, taking approximately 16 hours and spanning two days, with rest stops at a hotel designated by the school.