No one can escape the tide of the great era. But even war cannot destroy everyone's life in an instant. Most of the time, social changes are gradual and slow. After all, the nature of the group always tends to be conservative and maintain the status quo. Thousands of people will unconsciously dilute the impact of the tide of the times. Change and tradition will achieve a dynamic balance in the confrontation and extinction, and jointly promote the world's upward spiral.

Only when you look back many years later, will you suddenly realize that on that ordinary rainy night with a drizzle, the lives of many people were changed silently.

The most direct impact of the unification of the five countries led by the Stars is the diffusion of technology. The mature technologies of other countries can be directly used. The huge profits generated by the nearly explosive increase in productivity are equivalent to many more unclaimed big cakes on the table after the benefits are distributed. Everyone can reach out, whether they are vested interests or the bottom, as long as they grab it, they may be able to eat it.

Fighting leads to chaos, and chaos allows violence. This is why the number of Gospel offices has expanded from dozens to nearly a thousand within half a year - not only marginal magicians who were originally in the underground world, but even many official magicians with legitimate professional systems have chosen to "go into the sea", abandoning order and plunging into chaos, and the entire Gospel has entered a state of vigor and vitality.

However, conservative forces have always been dominant, and the Queen's government can still infiltrate the imperial power to the grassroots level. The gospel system controls everyone's information. Now the gospel is equivalent to the coexistence of the outer and inner worlds. The outer world is orderly, and the inner world is the law of the jungle. The government acquiesces to the existence of gray areas.

The firm also tacitly restrained its behavior. A certain degree of financial loss was fine, but harming innocent people was a red line that could never be crossed. The "red hats" who maintained law and order and the "blue beards" who suppressed the abyss would not care about the firm's magicians fighting each other, but anyone who dared to spread the magician war to the mortal class would inevitably be suppressed by thunder.

Therefore, the first reaction of the voodoo agency members when they saw someone in the store was to expel him. Normal people would have been scared to death by then, but the other party wanted to finish the noodles, and the voodoo members were at a loss - they couldn't add a stain to their gospel resume for a bowl of noodles, right? It's not that they were afraid of having their resumes tarnished, but this was too worthless.

Not only did he eat with great relish, he also looked at the voodoo people in the rain with great interest, as if the war in the other world was an entertainment program for him during his meal, which made him angry just by looking at it.

"Friend, is the noodles delicious?"

Gregory signaled his men to shut up and asked with interest.

"If I have to say, it's delicious, but not very delicious." The young man shrugged, "But it's passable as a midnight snack."

"Would you like to come in and have a bowl? You can also hide from the rain, but the boss was scared away by you."

"No need." Gregory raised his hand, and a vacuum suddenly appeared in the rain curtain, and not a drop of rain fell on him: "I'm not afraid of rain."

Sanctuary!

The absolute defense is impervious to water, fire, and swords. Once the sanctuary is opened, there will be no more flaws!

It was also the first time for Cecilia to see the real sanctuary. There is a saying in the other world, 'Everyone below the sanctuary is an ant'. Even the most powerful golden magician can be killed instantly by a sniper gun headshot and die as easily as an ant. Only a magician in the sanctuary can control his own life. As long as the magic power can maintain the sanctuary, he will be immune to all dangers!

Gregory suddenly opened the Holy Land. Could it be that the young man was a magician who needed him to be on high alert? Cecilia's heart was rekindled with hope. If they fought, once there was chaos, she might have a chance to rush to Liwan District.

"It is indeed very convenient." The young man sighed: "The biggest advantage of the sanctuary in daily life is that you don't need to carry an umbrella, and it can prevent oil splashing when cooking."

"You are quite courageous," Gregory suddenly said with a smile, "As an ordinary person, you can talk freely in front of me without changing your expression. Many golden magicians can't do this. It's a pity. If you were a magician, you would definitely achieve great things."

He is not a magician! ?

Not only Cecilia, but other members of the Voodoo Agency were stunned. They thought that the young man who dared to stay and eat noodles must be a magician. After all, he was talking to the "king" Gregory. Even if he was not a sanctuary magician, he must be a powerful golden magician, right?

"Ah?" The young man blinked.

"I don't sense any fluctuations in your magic power. Either you are a magician who is very good at hiding, or you are just an ordinary person." Gregory sneered, "I heard that Nabistin's office has trained a group of carrier pigeons. The carrier pigeons are all ordinary people, but they specialize in drilling into the magician battlefield and risking their lives to collect intelligence. If they die, they can play a greater role and force the hostile office to bear the wrath of the red hat."

"But how can a magician who is good at hiding dare to appear in front of me, Gregory? How can a coward who can only hide in the dark dare to bear the majesty of the king? Tell me, which agency's carrier pigeon are you from? Let me see who wants to lay hands on my Azula!"

"Is there a possibility that I really am here for a midnight snack?" the young man said quietly.

The rain was getting heavier, dripping on the ground, and the neon lights of the shops suddenly malfunctioned and flickered for a few seconds before going out. The majesty of the Sanctuary Warlock was like mercury pouring down, flooding the entire street. The air was so tense that it seemed to be filled with gunpowder. Several voodoo members' legs were trembling, and they dared not even breathe.

The closest person, Cecilia, felt even worse. Gregory standing in front of her seemed not to be a human, but a ferocious beast in human skin. It was not only the pressure of the three-winged magician, but also the brutal murderous aura honed by countless battles and countless enemies. She thought that she should not be afraid of the so-called murderous aura after training in the underground world for a long time, but even the painter she feared the most could not be compared with Gregory.

Is this the power of the Holy Land who has traveled through countless battlefields in the Sea of ​​Knowledge and the Continent of Time and climbed to the top of the magician with great perseverance?

Even someone like her who was affected felt so uncomfortable, so wouldn't the young man targeted by Gregory be... She tried to look up, but saw a figure still eating noodles.

"Not bad, really good." Gregory suddenly smiled, and the tense atmosphere immediately relaxed: "I haven't seen a young man as courageous as you for a long time... No matter which firm you are from, come over to me, I can give you a position as an assistant."

The little voodoo leader couldn't help showing a jealous look on his face. This was the appreciation of the Holy Land magician. This ordinary person who had been eating noodles might climb over his head tomorrow. He shouted with mixed feelings: "Did you hear that? Why don't you come out and thank him--"

puff.

The young man spat out a mouthful of noodles, pursed his lips to hold back his laughter, his shoulders kept shaking, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud, wiped his tears, waved his hand and said: "Sorry, it's not against you, it's just that there are really many people who want to ask me to be their deputy... Do I look like I have a very loyal face, why do so many people want to entrust the power to me?"

Gregory looked annoyed: "So what you mean is..."

"Sorry, I never intended to be anyone's deputy." The young man wiped his mouth and said, "It's safer to take power by yourself."

The little leader was dumbfounded and couldn't help shouting, "Do you know whose invitation you rejected? He is——"

"What a pity," Gregory waved his hand and said coldly, "In that case, please leave. This place has been temporarily taken over by the Voodoo Agency."

"No problem, I'll leave after I finish this bowl of noodles. I was busy talking to you guys... By the way, that little girl isn't yours, right? Isn't it not good for you to bully her like this?"

The atmosphere became tense again. Gregory glanced at Cecilia, then at the young man, with a cold light in his eyes: "Do you have any objections?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you're trying to steal her things, right?" The young man spread his hands and said, "A large group of you are trying to steal a little girl. No matter who you are, you'll have some complaints, right?"

Seshilia's wet hair stuck to her face, which was pressed to the ground, and she stared blankly at the young man in the store. She had given up when she heard that the other party was not a magician, but she didn't expect that he would dare to speak for her... Could it be that he had some reinforcements? Did he also want to snatch the Sun Magic Spirit?

"I'll ask again, which firm are you from?" Gregory looked around, looking for possible ambushes: "You want to steal the Sun Spirit from me?"

"The Sun-Seeking Spirit is not yours, it belongs to that little girl, right?" The young man blinked his eyes and said, "I am not from any firm, I just think... as a strong person you shouldn't bully others like this."