The Mage Network has countless planes, countless mages, and countless ways of life.

Tang Shidao knew very well that the Wen Scholar was not a man of poor talent or lazy. There was only one reason why he lived in such a miserable state in the original world: he did not want to be high-profile! Furthermore, the fact that he had no sense of presence in the Mage Network was entirely due to the influence of the Mad God. Because of him

There was a mad god in the original world, and people were afraid of the mad god, so scholars deliberately 'buried' themselves to hide the traces of the mad god.

This approach is actually the same as hiding the existence of Snake Mage.

The difference between the two sides is that.

Scholar Wen knows that he is not that material, has no ability to solve problems, and has no confidence that he can keep secrets even if he is a high-profile person. The reason why he can act in a high-profile manner is that the Snake Mage is too smart. It has paved the way for the successor long ago. As long as it is not

I can do well despite being trash. On the other hand, compared to the previous successors, I have a perfect physique, original black flame, colorless, seven relics of the past world and other important weapons.

Even if you don't use the power of life weaving at all, you can still do things freely.

Now.

Because of this empathy, Tang Shidao respected the scholar's character even more. He was not doing it for himself, he was doing it for a character who had already died: the mad god!

He is not high-profile.

He doesn't mess around.

Just because he was afraid that greedy people would desecrate the mad god's legacy.

Theoretically.

Scholar Wenner, like Captain Heihu, can make a fortune by selling information about the mad god. Tang Shidao estimates that as long as Scholar Wenner lets the news slip, he can reap the benefits Captain Heihu has reaped for hundreds of years in one day. In addition to the big curse, he asks for any small fee.

There are people who are willing to pay for tickets.

However, scholars did not do this.

Can you call him stupid?

Maybe.

In short, Tang Shidao respected people who shouldered the heavy burden of history.

Seeing Scholar Wen carefully taking out his change, slowly sorting it out, and calculating the rent, Tang Shidao suddenly felt that this kind of person was very real. He abides by the rules, even if he has absolute power to break them, he still abides by them.

Trivial rules. In Tang Shidao's mind, it is easy to break the rules, but difficult to stick to them. He did it, and he did it.

The person in front of me, his existence is like a monument.

"Teacher Wen, have you ever practiced the power of human cultivation?" After Tang Shidao arrived, he has been checking information online to understand the civilization status of this planet.

"I practiced for a while and then gave up."

"Why?"

"Because I felt a little out of control soon and might collapse myself, I stopped practicing. This place is already very dangerous, and I don't want to cause more trouble. Xiao Tang, in fact, my talent is not very good.

The spells are very weak. Anyway, I don’t plan to do much, so I just study hard and try to retain the knowledge.”

Tang Shidao didn't ask any more questions.

This is already a semi-public plane. Although only the scarecrow can enter and exit freely, Dean Bai Xiang or the Queen of the Star Boundary must know this place. If the Wen scholar dies and another person is randomly selected, the newcomer will definitely receive the message from the senior... For example, Wen Xiang

The legacy of the scholar. Even the legacy of the previous generation of mage. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not mess around.

The mage's confidence is his own original world. If the Mad God Plane collapses, he himself will be in trouble.

But will the next person live a hermit life like a scholar?

Hard to say.

As seniors, Wen scholars only try to leave some things behind, such as what they can and cannot do, and some secrets of the Mad God plane. In short, generations of seniors hope that their successors can live more stable lives, at least Wen scholars

Scholars are working hard in this way.

"I'm going to make some money."

"Well. Please don't make too much noise. After all, we can't use it..." Scholar Wen stopped mid-sentence and did not dare to be too harsh on his savior.

"I will be careful." Tang Shidao smiled and nodded.

If you want to make money, you don't need to make any noise at all.

The seven perfect physiques...the five senses, the sense of heart, the sense of time, the physical strength to walk in the void, and the 'supernatural growth' ability to absorb natural energy. With such physical strength, let alone making money, it is a trivial matter to fly into the sky and stand side by side with the sun.

Of course, this is the original world of scholars, and Tang Shidao will not destroy the order here.

With the knowledge of the omniscient eye, Tang Shidao has countless ways to make money.

Exploring, planning, arranging, and preparing for action during the day.

At night.

The prosperity of the city continues unabated, but some sins and miseries have also emerged.

This capital country called Star Eagle Country is like a big market, everything is dominated by money. Here, wealth is justice. Here, poverty is a sin. In the back alleys of the bustling streets of these cities, there are often countless hidden secrets.

The sadness that I couldn’t bear to witness.

Murders, robberies, vagrants, everything.

"Hello, Mr. Lodge."

"Go away! I have no money, I'm bankrupt, what do you vampires want? Kill me, please, I don't want to live long ago. My company is gone, my girlfriend ran away, I finally

My good friend is dead, what else do I have? Why don't you take action, you coward? Don't you dare to kill, you coward? Give me a bottle of wine, and when I'm done drinking, I'll jump off the Bruce Bridge." A garbage bag rolled over.

, a rather young voice roared.

I feel a little hungry and have no energy, but my voice is still healthy.

At least it proves that he hasn't been a tramp for long.

He is Rocky, an outstanding young man born and raised in Starhawk Kingdom. He is very good personally, but he is still a bit green in the market. Although he works hard, he still gets the advantage of the predators around him. Just lying here and being called names, he

He knew he was definitely not a friend, but a creditor. He didn't curse, and the only good impression he had was probably that someone didn't give him a kick in the butt when they called him.

"My name is Tang Shidao. You don't need to know me, you just need to know this thing."

Rocky turned over and subconsciously pulled the smelly sack to block the cold wind.

He's finished.

He is not interested in getting to know anyone, even if the president comes, he does not want to turn over. He hopes that someone will give him a shot, remember to aim at the head. Or break down a heavy cement board, so that he can suffer less. Wait until he meets

God, punch God in the face first, and then go to hell.

Rocky heard footsteps, but didn't want to move.

Damn stomach, even if it roars, it will twist your intestines. Damn God, why did you create a damn stomach? People should not have stomachs.

When you curse in your heart.

There was a small thing in front of Rocky's dirty face stuck on the wet ground: a diamond!

For a moment, his breathing stopped.

Damn God.

Even under dim lights, even without sophisticated instruments, even with eyes blurred by hunger, Rocky dared to use his four years, seven months and two weeks of experience as a jeweler to swear: This damn pink thing is definitely worth 60 million dollars.

... No, maybe sixty-three million dollars. Even if the damn IRS cuts it off a little more, I can still make more than forty million dollars... Oh, damn, this thing doesn't belong to me.

"It's yours."

It was like the voice of an angel. Rocky swore that it was the voice of an angel: Even if this is a dream, God damn it, don't make any noise, let me finish the dream first.

The next second.

Another more beautiful aqua blue 'Eighty Million Dollar' was put down: "When you are ready, you can take 30% of the price of the second one."

Rocky's heart stopped... He didn't care.

In front of 80 million knives, the heartbeat does not matter.

At this time, another more beautiful transparent 'Twenty Million Dollars' was put down: "I have more than three, and even more than the number you have seen before. Of course, I am very sorry to tell you that they are not

Legal. Please believe that they were not stolen and have no owner. You can think that I collected them privately or illegally. Anyway, they are ownerless and illegal."

Rocky stopped using the 'eloquence' he had been practicing since he was twelve years old, maybe because of arrears or because his brain was frozen.

Whatever.

Who knows, he can't move his tongue anyway.

Just his teeth chattering.

He just wanted to say: It's illegal to fuck it. There is no illegality in Starhawk Nation, only not paying taxes. As long as you pay taxes, you can sell the gun that just killed the president to the vice president. Damn it, who?

It doesn't matter whether the diamond is legal or not. As long as you pay enough tax, the IRS can even prove in writing that it is a booger dug out by God.

An unusually clean hand took away the '80 million knives' and '120 million knives'. Hell, Rocky felt like two-thirds of his heart had been cut out.

No, it hurts more than this.

Fortunately, the '63 million sword' was left behind.

The sweet dream has not yet awakened.
To be continued...