god of tomorrow

Life is tough, even a handsome young man sighs.

Gao Wen recounted his predicament: because he insisted on relying on himself, he had fallen out with his family. Now his family had cut off his financial support, and he just happened to be preparing for his official mage certification exam, desperately needing start-up capital to compete in the Knight Ranking Tournament.

"Ah, you... you've officially become a mage?!"

Like Hervy, the two were shocked that Gawain had obtained a formal mage certificate as soon as he entered university.

Hill, in particular, is all that matters; he plans to work harder in the second semester of this year and try to buy a certificate on the black market.

Hill quickly realized what was going on: "Cousin, you don't need to participate in the Knight Ranking Tournament. It's beneath you. Could it be... that you've completely fallen out with the family and are planning to start your own business, beginning as a knight and becoming the head of the family yourself?"

You've managed to cover that up!

Gao Wen gave a thumbs up: "That's right, that's exactly what I think. The family tree should have its own page, and I should be in charge of my own future."

"hey-hey!"

Hill rubbed his hands together and stepped forward, his eyebrows twitching: "Cousin, what do you think of me?"

"Not very good."

Gawain looked disgusted. As the saying goes, a fine horse is easy to find, but a Shang Yang is rare. Hill was clearly not his Shang Yang.

He truly became Hill's knight, spending his days either washing feet or on his way to wash feet, with maids tossing around in his left hand, a black-stockinged lesbian in his right, and a powerful businesswoman desperately needing financing between him...

Oh no, this damn flutter of the heart, I can't say anything more about it.

"Fine, then. I don't want to offend your family!"

Hill didn't press the issue, and told Gawain frankly that if he really needed money, he could provide some assistance, without interest or an IOU, and he could repay it whenever he had the money.

Du Jiba, my buddy, just call him godfather.

This was meant to give Gao Wen a way out; he would still lend money even without calling him his godfather. But Gao Wen didn't want to borrow money from acquaintances. Since his business had failed, he still had another way to make money.

A money-making + task-based approach.

"Hill, I heard Vansen is doing well?"

"Yeah, the old guy's good at hiding it. The parents are furious, and the price has already gone up to twelve million. There's still room for appreciation." Hill didn't hide anything.

Fansen's bounty poster is displayed at the Adventurers' Guild. There is a branch in Silver City, located on the Guild Street next to the Commercial Street. You can see Fansen's black and white photo as soon as you enter.

In a satellite city of the capital, a university town dedicated to education and teaching, there exists a union that disregards human life and has even brazenly moved into the commercial district. This is nothing short of a blatant provocation against the monarchy and a wanton trampling of the law. Therefore…

The principles are taking effect!

Water that is too clear has no fish; if something cannot be prohibited, it becomes a shareholder; the royal family takes a cut from the Adventurers' Guild.

Besides the Adventurers' Guild, the royal family also holds shares in other guilds. And it's not just the royal family; all crows are black, and many seemingly respectable churches are also major shareholders.

These are things that cannot be spoken of; they are the art of power, best understood implicitly.

"I want to earn twelve million!"

Are you sure you can do it?

Hill exclaimed in surprise, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that so many bounty hunters haven't found Vansen..."

Even if you find him, can you beat him?

Even if you win, the second prince behind Van Sen will be a problem. Are you prepared?

Hill understands Gawain and doesn't want to get involved in the crown prince competition. The safest way is to wait for Vansen to be killed by the bounty hunters. Once he's no longer in danger, he won't offend the second prince.

That won't do! Gao has a mission outside of school, and no one can take it from him!

Gao Wen had previously avoided direct confrontation, but now the tables have turned, and he will no longer hide at the school.

Furthermore, the Adventurers' Guild is a great place where you can find many chain quests.

As for whether it will offend the second prince...

Be bolder. If the second prince doesn't come, fine. But if he does, add him to the mission list. A Fan Sen with greater strength, influence, and methods is a more valuable long-term mission.

Gawain never considered whether he could defeat Van Sen. The Death Lord gave him too much confidence. He shouldn't even think about anything else. He should just be a gigolo and obediently cling to Hervy's long legs.

At eighteen, he stood like a lackey in the underworld, possessing powerful attributes but lacking the heart of a true warrior.

Now that the will of the strong is in place, let's take the initiative and take Fan Sen's head as proof.

“I don’t need to go looking for Fan Sen. The bounty has been posted for so long. If he hasn’t left the university town yet, there’s only one reason… he’ll come looking for me.”

Full of confidence, Gao Wen decided to seize the opportunity and use tonight as a sting operation to lure Fan Sen out.

"So urgent? Can't it be tomorrow night?"

Hill thought Gawain was being too reckless. He gave him a day and said he could use his resources to help Gawain minimize the risks.

"No, tomorrow is Monday, and we students should focus on our studies."

"..." x2

Dude, do you really look down on Vansen that much? x2

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Chapter 58 Sometimes the taste of rich people is hard to fathom (Seeking first subscription and monthly votes)

At Dongdaemun, as the sun sets, three figures walk side by side.

"Who in their right mind goes to a nightclub?!"

The speaker was Gawain. He planned a sting operation, using himself as bait to lure out Vansen. The risk was too great, and Hill and Hugh were worried and insisted on coming along to join in the fun.

The two meant well; it didn't matter if they didn't catch any fish, they could go to the market if they didn't catch anything, it wasn't shameful, as long as the bait was eaten.

To put it bluntly, they were worried that Gao Wen couldn't handle things on his own, so the two of them stayed by his side to minimize the damage as soon as possible.

Hill is the heir to the Blue Hair family, representing the king's wallet. Hugh is even more outrageous; he doesn't need to represent anything—he's the king's biological son.

With these two teammates by his side, their intimidation far exceeded that of Hervy. Gawain felt that he would have wasted his time tonight, but the two insisted on coming along and wouldn't listen to anything he said.

I was a little touched.

Gao Wen's persuasion failed, so he had to give up. He thought it would be best if he could lure Fan Sen out tonight, but if he couldn't, he would treat it as a dormitory team-building activity to celebrate Fan Sen becoming a formal mage.

I failed to celebrate nine times last night, so tonight is the real celebration.

During this time, Hill proposed a plan to use nightclubs as bait, reasoning that the more people there were, the more valuable the bait would be.

Gao Wen decisively refused and suggested playing cards instead.

"So what if it's a nightclub? Don't think I can't tell you're not a decent guy." Hill was certain that the moment he saw Gawain, he knew his new roommate was one of their own and that they could start a business together.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The road to success is always under construction. Before the gang could even be formed, Gao Wen was captured by the red-haired demon king and his public office was locked up, making him a caged bird.

I'm going to a nightclub tonight to make up for my belated bachelor night and to pay tribute to the dead gang spirit.

“First of all, I’m a decent person. Secondly, I don’t go to nightclubs because of you.” Gawain stared with dead fish eyes, very curious why Hugh, who was supposed to be upright, didn’t stop him. Could he be a hypocrite with a hidden passion?

"Don't worry, I'm not a respectable person either."

Hill was very proud, and pretended to suddenly realize something: "I get it, you're afraid that the Red-Haired Demon King will find out you went to the nightclub and make a scene in a fit of rage."

LOL, you think I'd be afraid of her?

Gao Wen thought to himself, "The president is in charge of everything, including whether his employees go to nightclubs."

He dared to bet on Hill's second brother; he wasn't afraid at all!

"What I mean is, when three men get together, they automatically become a genius idea generator. When a man has something to do, he's not far from getting into trouble."

Gawain pointed out the core issue: joy is never a good thing, and Hill's excitement is bound to cause trouble.

"When don't I get into trouble?"

"..."

Shamelessness knows no bounds. Gawain had no way to deal with Hill, so he had to go against his conscience and force himself to join the gang. Tonight, he'll make his debut at the nightclub.

Good news: Mr. Xi will pay for everything.

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Those who frequent nightclubs know that nightclubs are different from bars and nightclubs. They are a great place to enjoy drinks and a perfect choice for one-stop service.

Here you can not only enjoy delicious food and watch song and dance performances, but also sing, dance and rap yourself. If you pay enough, you can set up a basketball hoop on the spot and enjoy one-on-one close dribbling and back-to-the-basket games with a coach.

As for the other services, Gao Wen didn't know much about them. He had never even heard of bathhouses, saunas, or aromatherapy massages, and had no idea they existed.

All I know is that a former colleague went on a business trip with Mr. Wang and sighed in the office, saying that times have changed and the one who matches the princess is no longer a prince, but Mr. Wang.

They kept saying lewd things, which made Gao Wen lose all curiosity about nightclubs.

……

Gold Powder Club.

Located on a side street of the commercial district, this upscale club caters to the lower classes and is a notorious den of iniquity in Silver City, exclusively for aristocratic scions to release their hormones.

Hill was very familiar with the place and felt right at home. Although Hugh wasn't a regular, he was quickly recognized and received exceptionally high-level treatment.

The female manager appeared to be in her thirties, with a curvaceous figure. She wore a women's suit without a tie or bow tie, and the neckline was very low. She warmly greeted the third prince.

It's not easy to meet this rare guest for the first time. Tonight, I must make him a rare guest.

Gao Wen followed behind, curiously looking around.

The bright lights and dazzling colors, the jumping and dancing, all that's interesting, nothing special.

I took another look.

Soon, at Hill's request, the female manager led the three to a private room on the third floor. The decor was classically elegant, with every lamp a designer piece, and there was also a huge balcony offering a panoramic view of the first floor.

The third floor is far from the main dance floor, and because of the flickering and dim lighting, it's not a good place to enjoy a visually impactful experience.