"Is it almost time for dinner?"

"What's there to be happy about? It's still the same dishes... I want to eat the Longshi Lala Fat Set Meal from Russell's Restaurant." The wind magician couldn't help but complain: "It's ok to lock us up here to work, but it's not too much to ask us to order takeout, right?"

"Just bear with it. After all, this is a five-star confidential project. We all have to sign a confidentiality agreement before we come down." The water mage's companion laughed, "Forget about takeout. Even a mosquito flying in here has to be checked dozens of times. I suspect that the ingredients here are prepared in advance. We try to cut off contact with the outside world as much as possible."

There are 2,000 magicians like them, working in three shifts to build the permanent Void Gate in front of them. Logically speaking, the Void Gate, a space wonder that can connect two countries, should be a space faction entry-level Sanctuary magician who is qualified to participate, but the most direct impact of the Void Gate concept explosion is the great proliferation of "Void Gate Magic Spirits", even a one-wing magician can use Void Gate Magic Spirits to affect the space dimension.

In the past, only Sanctuary Magicians could influence space because tools were scarce and they could only rely on extremely high talents to make things work. Now that fool-proof tools have appeared, the threshold for operators has naturally dropped... just like exquisite small family workshops have been replaced by crude industrial production.

The operation magicians here are all from the first and second wings. The throne room doesn't care about their magic factions at all, and directly gives them a "empty door magic spirit". The legendary magicians have already formulated the permanent empty door magic structure, so the work of the operation magician does not require any creative wisdom, but only requires precision and caution, and fills the empty door magic little by little at a slow but steady speed.

Most of them are aristocratic magicians from various civil service departments, belonging to the category of "aristocratic idlers". Their daily work is simple and easy, and it doesn't matter if ordinary people are in charge, but ordinary people are not qualified for the blessing of the stars, and there is a possibility of corruption and malfeasance. As aristocrats, they can only lie down and do nothing at best, and they dare not cross the red line - rather than saying that they are aristocrats, it is better to say that they are tools castrated of their criminal function.

The truly capable high-level magicians were all maintaining the country's operations and resisting natural disasters, so the hard work of building the empty gate, which must be completed by magicians, fell on them. It was also because they were nobles in the past, so even if the starry sky was broken and the nobles began to cross the red line to fight for power and profit, they still put the interests of the country first, and abiding by the law has become their unbreakable concept.

During the time when the starry sky was shattered, the Starry Kingdom not only did not fall into chaos, but instead burst out with astonishing organizational ability, precisely because this group of middle-class nobles still maintained the operation of society by inertia.

Tools who have abilities but also weaknesses are the most solid foundation of order.

Therefore, the two magicians just complained about the food, while their hands were still carefully performing the empty door spells.

"I don't understand why they are keeping it so secret. Is there anyone who dares to destroy the empty gate?"

"At least the throne room thinks this is possible. We can see three Sanctuary magicians taking turns on duty. I guarantee that there must be a legendary magician guarding here." The water magician smiled and said, "Perhaps an enemy has already sneaked in to investigate."

"You've already said it. There are both the Holy Land and the Legendary here, as well as two thousand magicians. If I were an intruder, I would be so scared that I would hide in the shadows, huddled together and trembling."

The magicians guessed correctly. The intruders were indeed hiding in the shadows, huddled together, their bodies trembling slightly, and even in their hearts... there was indeed a hint of fear and trepidation.

The pink-haired maid hugged her master, her soft and plump body fully fitting his hard chest, and her slender fingers passed through his collar to touch the broad curve of his shoulders. Although she was arrogant, Vichy did not immediately taste Ash's taste. She quietly looked into Ash's eyes. Ash almost used up all his strength to prevent himself from looking away... He didn't know why, but he always felt that looking away now would mean giving up.

He could admit defeat to the maid, but he was unwilling to show weakness in front of the Ghost Prophet.

At this moment, they were no longer a loving master and servant, but a supervisor and a prisoner. What they were talking about was not feelings, but the exchange of interests. He had to pay a price in exchange for Vichy's restraint, and Vichy had to obtain the resources for advancement from him... This was a deal.

"Are you ready?"

She tilted her head, the smile in the corner of her eyes like the devil's grin before reaping souls: "Have you fallen in love with me?"

Ash didn't say anything. He took the initiative to hug Vichy's waist and kissed her. However, Vichy tilted her head back to avoid his "falling into the trap" and held his cheeks with both hands. She raised her eyebrows, and the smile on her face revealed her uncompromising arrogance: "This time, follow my rhythm."

Vichy pecked Ash's lips lightly, without a deep kiss, as if she was trying to find a more delicious part. After trying again and again, she finally seemed to think that Ash's lower lip was the most comfortable and sexy to kiss.

The two of them exhaled long breaths on each other's faces, and their heartbeats were like the beating of war drums. Wei Xi sat in Ash's arms unconsciously, and her thighs, which were tied by purple stockings, clamped Ash's waist, and the two seemed to be fused into one.

Vichy held Ash's chin, raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of mischievous teasing, "Stick out your tongue."

Ash's pupils suddenly shrank, and he glared at Vichy fiercely, hiding his shame with an angry attitude: "How could you - don't peek at me and them anymore!"

"Yeah, I get it. I won't watch it anymore."

This insincere perfunctory made Ash's mouth curl up, and he reluctantly stuck out his tongue, intending to perfunctorily deal with Vichy. However, he soon had to use his real skills - Vichy was so arrogant and tough, but his skills were unexpectedly clumsy, even worse than Sword Princess.

Although Sword Princess was defeated repeatedly, she would at least hold on to the last moment and would never retreat halfway. Vichy, on the other hand, had no self-esteem as a ghost prophet. Once she realized that she was at a disadvantage, she decisively separated and quickly adjusted her breathing with a red face. She didn't care about the resentment and contempt in Ash's eyes at all, and completed this "high-risk" ritual at her own pace.

But she just didn't seem to be good at this kind of intimate behavior, and she wanted to take the lead, so Ash had to slow down his pace, which made this guy from the trash can constellation suddenly feel inexplicably superior - even if the ghost prophet has lived for a thousand years, I am still better at this aspect...