god of tomorrow

"Speaking of which, how did you figure out that Gawain is Gauss, given how dense you are?" Gawain chuckled as he invited the victim into the house, wanting him to explain his thought process so that he could maximize his own pleasure.

"The president isn't that kind of person!"

After leaving the nightclub, Dawn grew angrier and angrier, and something seemed amiss. Although Hervy often resorted to violence and had beaten him up quite a bit, she had only recently stopped. But to be fair, Hervy's private life was very respectable; her interactions with men were limited to physical fights, and Gawain was her only traceable boyfriend.

Dawn couldn't say for sure whether the two would get married and have children in the future, but he was certain that Hervy was not the type to cheat on him. If they were to break up because of incompatibility, it would be because Gawain had found someone new.

Therefore, he boldly hypothesized that Gauss and Gawain were the same person, which would explain everything.

There was no victim, no cow, only a dull-looking blond man jumping around.

The thought that he was the dim-witted blond guy filled Dawn with resentment and anger at Gawain for deceiving him: "If you had told me earlier that Gauss was Gawain, there wouldn't have been this misunderstanding, and everything would have been fine."

"Double standards. You didn't say Ross was Dawn."

Gawain shrugged, sat on the living room sofa, and snapped his fingers: "Besides, I'm quite happy about it now!"

Seeing something funny, Hevy kissed him, and he immediately retaliated, resulting in a draw and no loss for him. Gawain felt very happy today, another day where all his negative energy was swept away!

Hugh went into the kitchen and started making coffee.

Hugh and Dawn knew each other; they were both juniors and both heartthrobs in the South Campus, so it was hard for them not to know each other.

In his sophomore year, Dawn invited Hugh to join the student council. The student council was in dire need of a polite and approachable figure like Hugh, who could elevate the moral standards of the student council. However, Hugh was too modest and declined the invitation.

Soon, the coffee was served. Dawn took the coffee, said thank you, and Hugh nodded in response.

The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water; nothing more needs to be said, it's all in the coffee.

"Ton ton ton—"

Dawn downed his piping hot coffee in one gulp, still clearly harboring resentment: "Let's go, a bet's a bet, let's go to the school bank to transfer the money."

The two had a bet of 100 million.

Dawn is an honest man; if he wins, he won't ask Gawain for money, but if he loses, he's determined to keep his promise.

"I was just saying. You can treat me to dinner another day."

Gawain waved his hand. What he lacked now was not 100 million, but missions. Dawn was clearly a qualified mission trigger. At least in the student team, Dawn was the most capable of triggering missions to carry out justice.

By following Dawn, Gawain can save time from having to distinguish between good and bad tasks, and can complete more tasks in one night.

"If you feel bad about it, grant me one request: Gauss never existed, and don't mention him again." Gawain then made his request.

Thinking about it carefully, although Lezi's happiness wasn't maximized because it wasn't confronted directly, isn't that a good thing? An angry Dawn could be calmed down with a cup of coffee, while Hervy, who was embarrassed and furious...

Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, neither of them wore swimsuits. He made the decision and let Hervy off the hook.

"I promise you, but if you lie to me again, I'll tell the president that Gauss is Gawain." Dawn was scared and seized on Gawain's weakness to use it.

"President, where is your sense of justice?"

Gawain was shocked. This Dawn had even learned to use blackmail; it was maturing far too quickly.

"Justice does not mean allowing others to bully you!"

Dawn replied that justice must be discerned from its object. People like Gawain, who enjoy digging pits for fun, must be guarded against at all times, otherwise they will harm both themselves and their enemies, seriously affecting their physical and mental health.

At this point, Gawain's image in Dawn's eyes plummeted; he became dark and gloomy, no longer the shining moral exemplar he once was.

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Friday afternoon.

The destination is Sunset Town, and a used car is driving on the expressway.

In the driver's seat, driving was Dawn, the student council president, an all-rounder with many skills, from magic to life skills. He didn't have a girlfriend, all because he was as aloof from women as Hugh.

In contrast, although Gawain is an experienced driver, he has not yet obtained a driver's license on the Universal Continent.

Gawain sat in the passenger seat, glanced at the map of Sunset Town in a second, and told the AI ​​assistant to create a model: "Just leave the directions to me, President, you focus on driving, remember to hold the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and don't flip over."

This used car was rented by Dawn from a car rental company. Its performance was so-so; the accelerator was slow, the brakes didn't slow down, and the broken windows made a loud banging noise on the highway.

Turn on the radio, and it starts buzzing and chirping.

Nothing!

"Don't call me guild leader outside. I'm adventurer Ross, and you're adventurer Gauss," Dawn reminded him, explaining the necessity of the disguise.

"Yes, Captain Ross!"

Gawain folded the map and placed it aside. At first, Dawn was very worried about the humanoid navigator, but as he drove it, he found it to be very accurate. He was amazed that Gawain had a photographic memory, no wonder he became a formal mage in his freshman year.

"By the way, Captain Ross, there's something I'm not sure if I should ask you?"

"It's not appropriate to ask."

"Then I'll ask you, Captain, what is the length of your Knight labor contract, how much salary do you receive each year, and how much is your monthly student stipend?"

"..."

Dawn paused for a moment, knowing that discussing salary and income privately was forbidden for the Knights.

Every knight has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it's difficult for a lord to treat his knights equally. When knights compare salaries, there's no harmony and equality, and naturally, there's no cooperation. In the end, they either leave due to salary differences or find ways to demand higher pay.

On second thought, Gawain is exceptionally talented, already showing remarkable ability in his freshman year, and with Hervy's support, Lily wouldn't mistreat him; he should receive the same top salary as herself.

Thinking of this, Dawn told him the truth.

"..."

When it was Gawain's turn to be silent, both of them would receive top salaries five times the market rate for their future knighthood, with the salary increasing annually depending on their contributions to the territory. However, Dawn did not receive a signing bonus and received a monthly stipend of 100 million, which was halved compared to Gawain's salary.

There's no reason for such a large difference; Hervy must have paid more.

What's this? The lord's sister's gigolo, serving the lord's older sister during the day and the lord's younger sister at night?

Speaking of Hervey, Gawain hadn't seen her for the past two days. He wondered if Lily's condition had worsened or if she was too embarrassed to be seen after being kissed.

Cute, I want to...

“Captain, we’re paid about the same. With so little money, it’s hard to learn advanced magic. Where did you get your solar magic?” Gawain told a white lie in case Dawn was worried about his salary.

He won't panic even if he's exposed. In the future, he will become the president of the company and draw his hero's short sword on the lord's sister. His status will not be limited to that of a retainer.

What's wrong with giving more to his sister-in-law? Half of his sister-in-law's buttocks belong to him too!

"I usually go out to work to earn some pocket money."

"Highway?"

"Hmm." Dawn nodded with a serious face.

I don't believe you! Who would carry a lot of cash when they go out? And you're the one who said that!

Gawain thought to himself that Dawn wasn't good at lying, and his serious red face betrayed him.

I'm curious, where did this guy earn tens of millions? Could it be that this seemingly respectable student council president has a part-time job at a nightclub and supplements his family income with the pleasure balls of rich women?

Wow, if you switch genders, you'll immediately become pregnant.

……

Sunset Town is located 200 kilometers southwest of the capital, separated by a continuous mountain range. From the capital's location, the sun disappears behind the mountains every day, hence the name Sunset Town.

As for whether Sunset Town provides a damage bonus to mages who specialize in solar magic, there is currently no conclusive evidence.

200 kilometers is not far, but Sunset Town has no famous tourist attractions and is not a major tax-paying area. The capital city has not paid much attention to this place. More than ten years ago, it was handed over to a nobleman for self-governance and then ignored it. It has never considered spending money to repair the road, making the mountain road rugged and difficult to travel.

The mountain roads were difficult to repair, and the noble lords were equally helpless, holed up in the mountains running plantations and relying entirely on their magical wallets for transporting goods.

Why bother building roads? Magic isn't something so inconvenient!

The rented car was already mediocre, and with this terrible road and Gawain's constant chatter, Dawn suffered terribly the whole way. The four-hour drive felt like four years.

If I team up with him again, I'm a complete idiot!

Dawn made a vow in his heart and drove along the town streets, soon finding a bar that was doing fairly good business.

It was 8 p.m., and the townspeople had already gone home to rest. Every house had turned off its lights, and the nightlife was quite monotonous, with only a few streetlights on the streets.

It's understandable; the economic base determines the superstructure. Sunset Town has a population of 8,000, and even with the surrounding villages, it barely exceeds 10,000. The young people have all gone to the royal city to work, and the elderly work on the plantations during the day. After a hard day's work, they just want to rest. Without population and vitality, where will the nightlife come from?

It's good enough if there's a bar at all.

"Don't talk for a bit, just watch me do it. Watch carefully and learn well. Schools don't teach this kind of knowledge." Dawn parked the car, turned off the engine, and strode towards the bar.

"Don't worry, Captain. No, cousin, I'll definitely learn as much as I can and help you in the future." Gao Wen followed along eagerly.

The bar was small, with a few card tables in the corner. The lighting was dim, and the air was thick with smoke, which, combined with the alcohol, was particularly pungent. The weak music was drowned out by the card players' vulgar shouts, making the whole bar smell like a cesspool.

Gawain and Dawn's clear-eyed demeanor was out of place in the bar; like two beams of light mixed into a mudslide, they attracted everyone's attention as soon as they entered.

The locals glanced at it and then looked away, while the card players glanced at it again and again, whispered among themselves, and then burst into laughter.

Their malicious gazes were undisguised; they saw the two young boys as a source of gambling funds and planned to rob the rich to help the poor.

Gao Wen heard it clearly: the card players were loudly plotting, agreeing to corner him and Dawn in the alley, one group not to rob them of their money, and the other not to assault them.

The simple and honest folk customs of Sunset Town are evident!

At the bar counter, Dawn ordered two juices, handed over a hundred-dollar bill, and prepared to inquire about information.

He didn't work for nothing; he understands the rules of the underworld and won't let the bartenders work for free.

The bearded bartender served the juice with a look of disdain, glancing towards the door: "You two must be nobles, this isn't a place for you. Go find girls on the next street, that's where you'll find the excitement you're looking for."

"You've misunderstood, we..."

"You have a good eye for people; we're here to find girls."

Gawain interrupted Dawn and started chatting with the bartender: "My cousin is a hypocrite, don't mind him. I'm different. A healthy body houses a thriving soul. My gun is already itching for a fight. Can you tell me more about the girls?"

As they spoke, bills were spread out and pushed in front of the bartender, all of them going all in.

Dawn: "..."

Gao Wen seemed quite skilled; his eyes lit up whenever he mentioned a girl. Where did he learn such acting skills?

Dawn's behavior was too upright; when he played a lecherous philanderer, his lewd laughter offered a sense of redemption to fallen women. Unlike Gawain, who played a lecher without batting an eye, and whose lavish spending quickly won over the bartender's trust.

“Sunset Town has no shortage of thrill-seeking nobles like you, but it seems you two are late today.”

"There's no way around it, it's my first time here, I didn't know the mountain roads were so difficult to navigate..."

With a familiar face, Gao Wen introduced them to each other, rambling on and on, and soon obtained important information. He then led a bewildered Dawn out of the bar.