The Web of Sorcerers had countless planes, countless mages, and countless lifestyles.
Tang Shidao knew very well that Scholar Wen was not untalented or lazy. There was only one reason why he was so down and out in his original world: He did not want to be high-profile! Furthermore, his lack of presence in the Web of Sorcerers was entirely due to the influence of the Mad God. Because the Mad God once existed in his original world, and people were afraid of him, Scholar Wen deliberately 'buried' himself to hide the traces of the Mad God.
This approach was actually the same as hiding the existence of the Snake Mage.
The difference between the two sides was that.
Scholar Wen knew that he was not cut out for it. He did not have the ability to solve the problem, nor did he have the confidence to be high-profile and keep a secret. He could act high-profile, on one hand, because the Snake Mage was too smart. It had already paved the way for its successors. As long as they were not too bad themselves, they could do well. On the other hand, compared to the previous successors, he had the Perfect Physique, Primordial Black Flame, Colorless, Seven Legacies of the Previous World, and other treasures.
Even if he did not use the power of Life Weave at all, he could do things freely.
Now.
Because of this empathy, Tang Shidao respected Scholar Wen even more. He was not doing it for himself, he was doing it for a person who had died long ago: the Mad God!
He was not high-profile.
He did not mess around.
Just because he was afraid that greedy people would desecrate the legacy of the Mad God.
In theory.
Scholar Wen could sell the information of the Mad God to make a fortune like the Blackbeard Captain. Tang Shidao estimated that as long as Scholar Wen spread the word, he could reap the benefits of the Blackbeard Captain in a day. Other than the big curse, he could ask for any small curse as a ticket.
However, Scholar Wen did not do this.
Could you say that he was stupid?
Maybe.
In short, Tang Shidao respected this kind of person who carried the burden of history.
Seeing Scholar Wen carefully take out the change and slowly organize it while muttering about the rent, Tang Shidao suddenly felt that this kind of person was very real. He followed the rules. Even if he had the absolute power to break the rules, he still followed the insignificant rules. In Tang Shidao's mind, it was easy to break the rules, but difficult to stick to them. He did it, and he did it.
The person in front of him, his existence was like a monument.
"Teacher Wen, have you ever cultivated the power of a human cultivator?" After Tang Shidao arrived, he had been searching for information on the internet to understand the situation of this planet's civilization.
"I cultivated for a while, but I gave up later."
"Why?"
"Not long after, I felt that I couldn't control myself and that I might collapse, so I stopped cultivating. This place was already dangerous, and I didn't want to cause any more trouble. Lil 'Tang, I'm actually not that talented. I barely manage to cultivate spells. Anyway, I don't plan to do anything big, so I might as well study hard and try my best to keep my knowledge. "
Tang Shidao listened and did not ask any more questions.
This was already a semi-public plane. Although only the scarecrows could enter and exit freely, Dean Bai Xiang or the Astral Empress definitely knew about this place. If Scholar Wen died, and another person was randomly chosen, that newcomer would definitely receive a message from a senior … such as Scholar Wen. There were even messages from the previous generation of mages. Under normal circumstances, he definitely wouldn't act recklessly.
The mages' confidence came from their own world. If they destroyed the Mad God Plane, they would be done for.
But would the next person live the life of a hermit like Scholar Wen?
It was hard to say.
As a senior, Scholar Wen only tried his best to leave behind some things, such as what could and couldn't be done, or some secrets of the Mad God Plane. In short, generations of seniors hoped that their successors could live more peacefully. At least, Scholar Wen was working hard.
"I'm going to earn some money."
"Okay. Please don't make too much noise. After all, we can't use … "Scholar Wen stopped halfway. He didn't dare to be too demanding of his savior.
"I'll be careful." Tang Shidao smiled and nodded.
If he wanted to earn money, he didn't need to make any noise.
The seven senses of a perfect person: the sense of heart, the sense of time, the strength of a body that could walk in the void, and the ability to absorb natural energy to grow. With this kind of physical strength, not to mention earning money, flying into the sky and walking side by side with the sun was a small matter. Of course, this was Scholar Wen's original world. Tang Shidao wouldn't destroy the order here.
With the knowledge of the Omniscient Eye, Tang Shidao had countless ways to earn money.
During the day, he investigated, planned, set up, and prepared for action.
At night.
The prosperity of the city didn't diminish, but some sins and misery also appeared.
This capitalistic country called Starhawk was like a big market. Everything was based on money. Here, wealth was justice. Here, poverty was a sin. In the back alleys of these bustling streets, there were often countless sad things that people couldn't bear to look at.
Murders, robberies, vagrants, there was everything.
"Hello, Mr. Loki."
"Scram! I have no money. I'm already bankrupt. What else do you vampires want? Kill me? Go ahead. I don't want to live anymore. My company is gone, my girlfriend ran away, my best friend is dead. What do I have? You don't want to do it, coward? You don't dare to kill, coward? Give me a bottle of wine. When I'm satisfied, I'll jump off the Bruce Bridge myself. "A young voice roared as a garbage bag rolled.
He sounded a little hungry and weak, but his voice was still healthy.
At least it proved that he hadn't been a vagrant for long.
He was Loki, an outstanding young man born and raised in Starhawk. He was a good person, but he was still a little inexperienced in business. Despite his hard work, he still ended up benefiting the big shots around him. Lying there and being called, he knew that the person who called him was definitely not a friend, but a creditor. He didn't curse out loud. The only good impression he had was that the person didn't kick his ass when he called him.
"My name is Tang Shidao. You don't need to know me. You just need to know this thing. "
Loki turned over and subconsciously pulled the smelly sack to block the cold wind.
He was finished.
He wasn't interested in getting to know anyone. Even if the president came, he didn't want to turn over. He hoped that the person would remember to shoot him in the head. Or smash a thick cement board. That way, he would feel less pain. When he saw God, he would punch God's face first and then go to hell.
Loki heard footsteps, but he didn't want to move.
Damn stomach. Even if he roared, it would twist his intestines. Damn God. Why did he make a damn stomach? Humans shouldn't have a stomach.
While he was cursing in his heart.
In front of Loki's dirty face on the dirty ground, there was a small thing: a diamond!
For a moment, he stopped breathing.
Damn God.
Even if the light was dim, even if there were no sophisticated instruments, even if his eyes were misty from hunger, Loki dared to bet with his four years, seven months, and two weeks of experience as a jeweler: This damn pink thing was definitely worth 60 million dollars … No, maybe 63 million dollars. Even if the damn IRS peeled off another layer of skin, he could still earn more than 40 million dollars … Oh, damn, this thing wasn't his.
"It's yours."
It sounded like an angel's voice. Loki swore that this was the voice of an angel: Even if this is a dream, damn God, don't make noise. Let me finish my dream first.
The next second.
Another more beautiful aqua blue "80 million dollars" was put down. "When you're ready, you can take 30% of the price of the second one."
Loki's heart stopped … He didn't care.
In front of 80 million dollars, his heart didn't matter.
At this time, another more beautiful transparent "120 million dollars" was put down. "I have more than three, and even more than the number you've seen before. Of course, I'm very sorry to tell you that they're all illegal. Please believe that they weren't stolen, and they don't have an owner. You can think that I'm stealing or stealing. Anyway, they don't have an owner and are illegal. "
Loki stopped using the "eloquence" that he had been practicing since he was twelve. Maybe it was because he owed money, or maybe it was because his brain crashed.
Who cares.
Who knew? Anyway, his tongue couldn't move.
Only his teeth were chattering.
He just wanted to say: F * ck the illegality. In Starhawk, there was nothing illegal, only no tax. As long as you paid the tax, you could take the gun that just killed the president and sell it to the vice president. Damn it, who cared about whether the diamond was legal or not? As long as you paid the tax, the IRS could even prove in writing that it was the booger dug out by God.
An unusually clean hand took away the "80 million dollars" and "120 million dollars". Damn it, Loki felt that two-thirds of his heart was cut out.
No, it hurt more than that.
Fortunately, he had kept the '63 million USD'.
I haven't woken up from my sweet dream.
I can still sleep.
"I said it's yours. Take it and exchange it for money. Clean yourself up, wear better clothes, and open a legal company. When you're done, I'll come again. Let me remind you of one thing. Be careful of your best friend. He's not dead. The contract that bankrupted you was made by him and your girlfriend together. Don't ask me how I know. They're celebrating in your old villa and they're naked. "
Loki was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly.
Like an injured beast, he flipped over.
Roar!
Howl!
Roar!
Loki didn't know how to describe his anger. He swore that even if God stopped him, he would tear that son of a b * tch into pieces and eat them bite by bite into his stomach. Then, he would stuff his anus and never poop it out. He would remember them as shit for the rest of his life.
In his rage, Loki didn't see the "angel".
Because.
There was no one else in the entire alley, only himself. It was too smelly here. Even beggars wouldn't come here. On the ground, the pink "63 million dollars" was reflecting cold light, slowly melting Loki's anger … turning his anger into hot molten steel!
This was Star Eagle Country.
As long as you had money, you could f * cking turn cannibalism into a legal medical experiment.
He calmed down.
He exhaled.
Loki calmed down and returned to his business elite character.
Half an hour later.
In an underground boxing club on Sixth Avenue in Casino City, a dirty and smelly tramp came in. No one drove him away. In Star Eagle Country, no one could drive away money. He came to a "punching bag" lying on the ground … Please forgive him. Although he was very strong, the boxing club really had human punching bags. For example, a rich young master could beat up a boxer who was as strong as a bull and promise not to fight back.
"Sorry, Jason. I wronged you. She's a d * mn bitch. Do you see this little toy? Come with me. I'll pay for your wife's treatment. "
The human punching bag Jason was beaten so hard that his eyes were swollen.
However, no one could ignore the light of the diamond, not even God.
He didn't see clearly who it was, and he didn't need to see clearly. Jason saw the light of the diamond and heard about his wife's treatment. That was enough. Even if someone prepared a gun for him to kill the president, it didn't matter … He just wanted those d * mn doctors to cure his wife's illness. If he paid and they didn't cure his wife, Jason swore that he would smash their heads, dig out their brains and eat it with cake.
"Jason …" In the boxing club, there was more than one human punching bag.
"Your friends? All of them come with me. " The tramp with the diamond didn't want to waste time. He didn't know when the "angel's voice" would appear again.
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