god of tomorrow

"Let's eat!"

"..."

That makes so much sense, I can't even refute it.

"It's not just about food. The Second Prince is being unusually attentive to you. He must have taken a liking to your talent and wants to recruit you as his knight."

Herwi looked at her with a "I'm thinking of you" expression: "Believe me, the eldest prince is the one everyone wants. If you go there tonight, whether it works out or not, it will be difficult for you to survive in the Golden Kingdom. You don't want to offend the future king before you've even graduated, do you?"

"That makes sense, but someone invited me to dinner, it would be a shame to refuse..."

"That's why I'll go with you!"

"Wait a minute, is there a cause-and-effect relationship involved?"

"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me if you're taking me or not!"

"..."

Gawain's collar was grabbed tightly by Hervy. He glanced at her dangling fist, then thought of his Labrador senior and could only nod in agreement.

"Hey, eat less tonight."

Are you afraid you won't get any food?

"No, that senior student misunderstood our relationship. I don't want to have a girlfriend who has no manners in front of outsiders; it's embarrassing."

"So you're making your girlfriend... ugh, making me suffer?"

"Just tell me if it's okay or not."

"Hmph, I'll try my best to control myself."

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.

7 p.m., a luxury restaurant.

Three people were sitting in the lavishly decorated private room.

Cynthia sat upright, eyes closed and silent, as if she had a built-in refrigerator system, making it difficult for anyone to initiate a conversation.

Next to him was Gawain, who was sitting rather awkwardly, and Hervy, who was sitting next to him with her head resting on her boyfriend's shoulder.

I didn't mean anything by it, but someone is trying to steal my girlfriend away, and her status makes things easier for them to cause trouble.

In Hervy's view, the so-called second prince and Laboon were the same kind of people who had their eyes on Gawain's talent and were thinking of poaching him to be their knight.

That's unreasonable. She was here first and had already reserved Gawain as Lily's knight.

"Gawain, I'm hungry."

"What can I do..."

"The love is gone, isn't it?"

"..."

Did we ever love each other, and that's it?

Gawain was helpless against the drama queen, so he helped her up, got up and left the private room. A moment later, Chef Bob came in with a smile and said that there was another card table in the private room, and he would personally prepare some snacks for Hervy to tide her over.

To be honest, Bob felt that Hervy looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but after thinking about it carefully, he had no recollection of her at all.

Bob couldn't quite recall, but one thing he was absolutely certain of was that Hervy had never been to this restaurant before; this was their first meeting.

For Gawain's sake, he would put in his best effort to make the pastries exquisite and delicious.

Is it enough to fill you up?

What a joke! How much can such a young and beautiful girl eat? Does she really think everyone is Gao Wen?

Just pet her!

Cynthia raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Hervy at another table, and didn't take this troublemaker seriously.

It was obvious that Hervy had misunderstood the relationship between her and Gawain, and was extremely jealous. She insisted on attending the banquet, and Gawain had no choice but to comply in order to appease her.

Cynthia was unhappy about being inexplicably turned into a third party, but her mission prevented her from acting solely on her own initiative. As long as Gawain came to the banquet, she could ignore everyone else.

It's just one more mouth to feed; it won't make any difference.

One hour later.

Cynthia stared in disbelief at the card table hidden by the plates, never imagining that a person could eat to such an extent.

Which table is this? x2

Bob was so busy he was practically running around, his head buzzing. He never imagined there could be another person who could eat as much as Gawain.

At that moment, he vaguely remembered seeing Hervy somewhere before, not in person, but in a photograph.

It's infuriating, one after another. He's not running a buffet, please show some respect for his cooking skills!

"Senior, something's wrong!"

Gawain glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's already eight o'clock. I know that people of status are very busy, so busy that they are often late, but His Highness the Second Prince is an hour and a half late. Is he trying to humiliate me?"

"Waaah..." Hervy puffed out her cheeks as she provided support.

"Look, my girlfriend thinks so too."

Just because she said something, you think that's what she meant?

Cynthia couldn't understand what Hervy was saying at all, nor did she care why Gawain could understand her. She apologized and said, "Your Highness attaches great importance to tonight's meeting. Something must have delayed you. Please be patient. I assure you, Your Highness will be here soon."

"Immediately" is a time measure that can be long or short, equivalent to "seconds" or replacing "hours." Gawain glanced at Cynthia: "Ten minutes at most. If His Highness the Second Prince doesn't arrive by then, I'll go eat somewhere else."

Eating here is fine, since the bill will be on the second prince's tab anyway. But Bob is on the verge of a breakdown, so out of consideration for Hill, he'll let his own people suffer.

The Gold Powder Club is great; I'll go there to eat with Hervy later.

After finishing his meal, he booked a room nearby. He was going to the underworld that night and wouldn't be going back to school.

Ten minutes later, Gao Wen got up and left.

Hervy promptly stopped eating and followed Gawain with great joy, saying indignantly, "I didn't mean to cause trouble, but how can anyone be so humiliating? The Second Prince is so impolite; we should never see him again."

Cynthia, standing nearby, tried to persuade him, reaching out to grab Gawain's wrist: "Gawain, there must be something in here..."

Snapped!

Hervy slapped Cynthia's hand away and said fiercely, "Where are you touching me? Is he your boyfriend? You can't just touch me like that. If you touch me again, I'll beat you to a pulp... Sorry, I told you you don't have it. If you touch me again, I'll break your legs!"

"..."

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.

Two hours earlier, Prince Wick, dressed in an expensive suit, was driving to a luxury restaurant to entertain distinguished guests; arriving early was considered basic etiquette.

He has always been good at interpersonal skills.

Shortly after we set off, several black cars blocked the only way through the road.

The car window rolled down, revealing a face strikingly similar to Wick's: "Hey, isn't this Wick? Where are you going to have some fun tonight?"

Pedro Ignis.

The eldest prince.

"You bastard!"

Wick gritted his teeth, staring at the repulsive face. Even a fool could tell that the bastard boss was doing it on purpose.

He was careless. He should have realized that the information the second brother could find, the eldest brother could also find.

"Your Highness, what should we do?"

"Step on the gas, and go for it!"

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.

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Chapter 65 Guest, stop eating, rub your leg.

boom!

The car sped off and crashed violently into the group of vehicles blocking its path.

A thunderclap from a clear sky, a deafening roar tore through the air, the piercing shriek of twisting metal, the shattering sound of car windows—all were drowned out by the expanding, rising orange-red fireball.

Fireworks burst forth in the hellish sky, a blazing light accompanied by a thick column of black smoke rising from the ground. The shockwave spread wildly in all directions from the point of impact, sweeping out like an invisible giant hammer, lifting all the surrounding black cars into the air.

Alarms blared incessantly, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of burning.

If stepping on the gas can produce this kind of effect, why does the country even need to train magicians? They should all go and get licenses to drive 100-ton kings.

It's obvious that someone has added magic.

Wick, covered in soot, leaped out of the flames, flanked by Colin and the driver. The explosion had been unexpected; though not fatal, it had left him disheveled, his carefully styled hair in disarray.

On the other side, Prince Pedrus looked much more dignified, surrounded by a group of knights, sitting upright on a jewel-encrusted golden chair.

Amidst the raging flames, he strategized with composure and showed the demeanor of a true king.

Pedro and Wick are full siblings, with strikingly similar builds and appearances. Both possess a masculine and dignified face, and both perfectly embody the royal family's lion-like ambition.

If I had to point out a difference, Pedrü's hair color is darker.

The three princes, from oldest to youngest, have hair colors that decrease from darkest to lightest. Not only their hair colors, but also their names—Pedrü, Wick, and Hugh—show a decreasing trend.

If you didn't know better, you'd think the king was a printer that ran out of ink while printing.

For a regular printer, you just need to replace the ink cartridge and clean the nozzles when it runs out of ink. But this is obviously not the case with His Majesty's printer, as it comes with all the equipment that comes with it from the factory and you can't even find a repair shop.

"Pedro, you dare touch me?"

Having been ambushed and humiliated, Wick was furious. Seeing Pedlu seize every opportunity to show off and never miss a chance to humiliate him, he wished he could rush over and slaughter him indiscriminately.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop them; the opposing side had a large and powerful force, and his knights weren't by his side.

Tonight is not the time for a fight.

“Wick, watch your words. We are brothers from the same parents. Anyone in this world has a reason to harm you, but I don’t. I only care about my brother.”

Pedro said earnestly, "My dear brother, today I'm going to teach you a lesson. As the second in line to the throne, you have countless eyes watching you. Any carelessness could bring about your destruction."