god of tomorrow

After careful comparison and calculation, Gawain arrived at the Death Lord's passage, which represents the underworld. As expected of the God of Poverty he had his eye on, the price was indeed affordable.

Bone spear, 20.

30 people were submerged in the swamp.

It's just the two of you!

Gao Wen pointed out the options and asked Buber where to make the payment.

“No need to spend money. These two magic schools will give them to the students for free. I calculate that if we go through the application process, it will be approved in two months.” Buber told Gawain not to waste money.

Two months is too long. Gao Wen has his own ideas and insists on spending the money without taking advantage of the school.

Of course, it's a fool not to take advantage of a good deal, so I traded two for one and applied for another necromancy spell.

"I'm afraid..."

"Give it a try, what if the application is approved!"

Having confirmed the magic he wanted to learn, Gawain went to the small auditorium bank, withdrew his passbook, and transferred the money.

The savings book was acquired in Westman Town from the Blue Hair family, out of gratitude for Gawain's righteous act of saving someone from injustice.

Later, the 20 yuan that Leo had given him as a friendly gift was also deposited into this savings account by Gawain.

All my belongings belong to me!

"100 million to purchase two recipes for Bone Spear and Sinking Swamp."

Gao Wen originally wanted to buy three copies: one for his collection, one for his own use, and one for spreading his faith. However, he was short of money and could only buy two copies.

Three portions are just for fun, two are essential, and the extra one is very useful.

Whether you can become rich and powerful, and learn the magic of order, depends on this recipe!

Gao Wen admitted that at that moment, there was an element of gambling in his actions.

The counter staff didn't ask Gawain why he bought two offerings, but enthusiastically said that if he accumulated millions in spending, he could receive a souvenir backpack with the Royal Magic University's emblem for free.

It has great collectible value and high potential for appreciation.

Go to hell!

Gao Wen lost a million dollars, and his eyes turned red. He had no interest in listening to the clerk's sales pitch about the school's merchandise. After the two offerings were packed, he put one in his backpack and walked into the temple of the Lord of Death with the other.

Inside the temple, there were staff members responsible for presiding over the ceremony, all with official smiles and a typical bureaucratic air.

For the staff, it was just a routine sacrificial ceremony, and the process was quick. But for Gao Wen, this sacrificial ceremony was of great significance. He held his breath, focused intently, and sensed that familiar gaze descending upon him.

The gaze of the Lord of Death—I've experienced it before; it's definitely Him.

see you tomorrow!

As for tonight, he needs to carefully review the benefits for Level 2 VIPs to prevent the system from acting erratically again.

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5 month 12 day.

A cloudy day, perfect for sleeping in on a Saturday.

Gao Wen prematurely exited his deep meditation state and slowly opened his eyes. The red-haired man who should have been on the chair by the window was not there.

"What's going on? Aren't we having big chunks of meat today?"

Gawain was dumbfounded. He had planned to use Hervy as a cover, but she didn't show up.

Snapped!

The bedroom door opened, and Hervy walked in with an air of self-righteousness. Anyone who didn't know better would think this was her dormitory, and that Gawain was the one who climbed through the window.

Why didn't you climb out the window?

"How novel! Why go through the window when there's a door?"

"..."

That makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

Seeing Gao Wen's constipated expression, Herwi smiled mischievously and pulled out a key, waving it in front of him: "This is your dormitory key. The Third Prince made one for me so I can use the main entrance from now on. He also said that you're young and it's inevitable that you won't think things through."

Gao Wen was speechless, completely bewildered by Xiu's outburst.

You're quite the attentive person!

Herwi's smile widened, her eyes narrowing into crescents. Gawain felt his privacy had been strongly violated and felt very insecure, which weakened his aura. He decisively changed the subject: "Same as always, since you're here, let me give you a big stick of meat first!"

"Uh-huh."

"I'll go to the bathroom to wash up first."

"Hurry up and wash, I'm hungry."

"It will be ready soon."

Herwi nodded with satisfaction, watching Gao Wen's retreating figure as he finished washing up and left the bedroom. She spat lightly and muttered a vulgar curse under her breath.

……

Afternoon, commercial street.

Gawain knew perfectly well why Herwi had come. He took her out for a stroll around the university town, waiting for Van Sen to make his move from the shadows.

Gao Wen felt it was unreliable. His intuition was strong: Herwe was no ordinary student; her punching power was astonishing. If Fan Sen dared to stand out from the bushes, Herwe would dare to exchange him for ten million.

It seems that Van Sen was aware of this, which is why he was never ambushed when he went out with Hervy.

They spent two hours there, mainly eating. Gao Wen was delighted to have a free buffet. As the sun was about to set, he said to Hervy beside him, "President, you should go back first. I plan to stay off-campus tonight."

"What do you mean? Lure Vansen out after dark?"

Herwi's eyes lit up, and she said eagerly, "The plan works. Just go ahead and I'll cover you from behind."

"Alright, let's go that way and get a room."

"Ah, this..."

Unexpectedly, Hervété blushed and stammered, "No, this isn't appropriate... You're being a bit too hasty... No! You can't! Lily will kill me!"

Chapter 54 Making the Act Complete

"Who is Lily? Why would she want to kill you?"

Gawain raised an eyebrow. Who was Lily? He'd never heard Hervy mention her before. She was so hard to guess!

"Lily is my sick roommate..."

Nominally sisters, but actually childhood friends and besties, Herwi didn't want to mention her intellectual and elegant best friend in front of Gao Wen, so she said, "She has been frail and sickly since she was a child, and has a particularly bad temper. She's so annoying. She has heatstroke this time and needs to be taken care of. If I don't go back tonight, she will definitely be angry."

"She's very powerful, can she beat you?" Gao Wenqi was surprised. From her words, it seemed that Hervy was very afraid of the little black witch.

Hervy is headstrong and unruly, even managing to impress the headmaster's grandson with a single word. This arrogant and unrestrained redhead is somehow subdued. Is it because the Little Black Witch is stronger, or is it that every poison has an antidote within a hundred paces, or that Lily, being the older sister, has a bloodline advantage?

Gawain wanted to gather more information.

Seeing Gawain's curiosity about Lily, Hervy felt inexplicably annoyed and snorted coldly, "What a joke! Me, afraid of her? It's just that she likes to preach, and I don't like to argue, so I just go along with her. I've always been the one taking care of her!"

Got it. The little black witch is your brake on reason, acting as both an older sister and a babysitter.

Gawain nodded secretly. The little black witch's night raid that night was precisely to protect Hervi and prevent a certain lecherous scumbag surnamed Gawain from lusting after Hervi's body.

She's a good friend, but that's what bothers Gao Wen. Let me say it one last time: he wasn't just greedy, he just couldn't escape.

"Let's go get a room, I'm not going back to the dorm tonight!"

Still annoyed, Herwi grabbed Gawain's wrist in a huff and headed towards the direction where the most young couples were.

As the president of a news agency and a prominent figure in the business community, she knows all too well how difficult it is to book a room on Friday nights. Many young couples linger in front of the hotel because they are too shy to ask for a room, but eventually they can't linger any longer.

If we don't leave now, we'll have to sleep on the streets tonight.

Gao Wen was dragged forward, struggling slightly, and received a sarcastic remark from Li Wei on Fanfou. Although he didn't know why Herwi suddenly agreed, she was decisive and determined to take the initiative, never letting herself be put on the defensive. That was definitely her style.

Huh, she actually booked a hotel room? Could it be that she likes me?

It was Gao Wen's first time booking a room in a commercial street, and he was quite excited. He spent very generously, booking a luxury couple's suite for 5,000 yuan a night.

The extra-large bathtub, heart-shaped pink bed, whip, candle, maid outfit, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, balcony, and living room sofa set—all kinds of equipment and spaces are available, showing that the market understands college students.

Herwie stiffened as soon as she entered the room, her expression as serious as if she were going to a funeral. Pointing at the candles, she said critically, "Damn it, this is all evidence. Gawain, did you bring your camera? This will be the headline on Monday."

"I don't think that's appropriate."

Gao Wen shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he did not bring a camera, and said, "President, think about it, what else will people say besides criticizing the atmosphere of the university town with you after they buy the newspaper?"

"They dare! I infiltrated this place as the head of the news agency, all to gather evidence!" Hervy declared vehemently, determined to defend her moral high ground.

Why are you yelling at me so loudly? Go tell them and see if they believe you.

Gawain tried to dissuade Herve, telling her to mind her own business, and as he spoke, he took off his clothes.

She has a great figure!

Herwi blinked and watched for a moment. Seeing Gawain start to take off his pants, she gasped and realized something was wrong: "What are you doing? I'm warning you, kid, don't get any ideas, or I'll teach you flying magic!"

A flying magic that only teaches how to fly, but not how to land safely.

"Oh well, I figured I'd already come all this way..."

Gao Wen scratched his head sheepishly. Seeing Hervy's wary expression, as if she were really about to punch him, he decisively abandoned his unrealistic fantasies.

He knew that 'she likes me' was the biggest illusion in life, and charm was completely useless!

"President, don't misunderstand. Our goal tonight is to lure out Fan Sen and split the ten million..."

"My ten million! It's all mine!"

"Fine, I'll take your ten million. I was being a scoundrel by using the president to eliminate potential threats."

Gao Wen pouted in dissatisfaction, ready to hog the food for himself, and vowed never to book a hotel room with Red Hair again. He continued to pull down his pants and headed towards the bathroom: "Anyway, the purpose tonight is to lure out Fan Sen. I have no other intentions. I'll play along to the end."

As she watched Gao Wen walk into the bathroom, Herwi was flustered and didn't hear what he was saying, only the last word.

They panicked even more.

In the bathroom, Gao Wen hummed a little tune as he filled the tub with water and soaked in, hissing and slurping. The room cost five thousand; he was determined to fill the hot water tank today, and take all the disposable toiletries he could—he'd paid for them all.