“Ah…”

Liz, who was awakened by the sun, sat up with a teddy bear in her left hand and rubbed her eyes with her right hand, looking like she hadn't slept well. Last night, she slept until midnight when her sisters came back. They didn't sleep and kept chatting, which made her get up in the middle of the night to pee.

After peeing, the sisters were still talking about the virtual world. Liz was fascinated by them for a while, and as a result, she was very sleepy due to lack of sleep.

In fact, if Liz hadn't taken over, their bodies would have gotten enough sleep.

Because when the magician connects to the virtual world, the magician's body is temporarily taken over by the virtual world and automatically falls asleep, and directly enters a deep sleep state.

Most organisms sleep by alternating between light sleep and deep sleep. Deep sleep provides the best resting effect, but it only accounts for a small part of the sleep ratio.

A magician who could actively enter a deep sleep only needed to stay in the virtual world for 2 hours to recover enough energy to last for 22 hours. And unless they were extremely unlucky, most magicians would generally explore the virtual world for about four hours, and their energy would be restored to the point of almost overflowing.

This is one of the reasons why magicians are the elite class in various countries. Not all magicians have control over violence, but all magicians have more real time and plenty of energy that will not make them tired throughout the day.

In simple terms, magicians not only have higher talents than ordinary people, but also work harder and have more time. Even if they are just moving bricks, they can move faster, harder and stronger. Not to mention that magicians have a more friendly reward feedback mechanism - ordinary people may not succeed if they work hard, but magicians will definitely gain something if they work hard. They can become stronger day by day just by slacking off in the virtual world.

Although they are in the same game, only magicians are considered players, and ordinary people are just NPCs used to add to the atmosphere.

After Diya entered the virtual world and let Liz take over her body, it was equivalent to giving up the benefit of "virtual world assisted sleep". In addition, their bodies turned into children, so they could not recover without a good nine hours of sleep.

As for why he had to go through such a thankless task...it was of course to conceal the fact that he was a magician.

Being able to enter a deep sleep state immediately is a benefit of a magician, and it is also a symbol of a magician. In other words, if a person falls into a deep sleep without any abnormal body movements, and sleeps for less than five hours, then she must be a magician; on the other hand, if a person wakes up during sleep, kicks the quilt, drools, and sleeps for more than seven hours, then she cannot be a magician.

In the tower, even though Diya had summoned the "mask" magic spirit three years ago and started her adventure in the virtual world, she used this trick to deceive everyone, and even the Sanctuary magician could not see through her disguise. In everyone's eyes, she was always just the innocent Princess Lisdiya who could only sleep with a teddy bear.

Although she is no longer a princess, she still needs to conceal her identity as a magician. If An Nan finds out that Liz is a magician, all her efforts will be wasted. Moreover, Diya is used to leaving a sister to look after her body in reality. If she doesn't do this, she will feel uneasy as if she is not wearing underwear and will not be able to concentrate on exploring the virtual world.

Little Liz yawned as she washed up in the bathroom. When she came out, she saw Ash, Igula, Harvey and Pancake all having breakfast. They all looked energetic, and it was obvious that they had stayed up all night in the virtual world.

At this time, An Nan just came out of the room. Little Liz thought for a moment, untied the roughly tied double ponytails, and took the rubber band to pull the corner of Ash's clothes: "Dad, tie your hair."

Ash, who was eating milk-yellow Lala fat, blinked his eyes. He looked at An Nan who was walking over, but did not refuse this unreasonable proposal. He hugged Liz in his arms and then acted as fiercely as a tiger.

When it comes to dressing up, Ash is a professional. Just by giving her a messy hairstyle, he completely destroyed all the beauty of Liz, a beautiful girl. He made the best shavings taste the worst. Liz's hair was straightened, and even her eyes were attracted by the hair, making her beautiful eyes look ugly.

But Ash wasn't specifically bullying Liz, he was really not good at tying hair - his mother had short hair, and his brother had had a buzz cut for more than 20 years, so how would he have the chance to learn how to tie hair?

But it doesn’t matter that Ash doesn’t know how to tie her hair. As long as he makes Liz ugly, he can trigger the automatic aesthetic correction mechanism in this room.

He held Liz in his arms, and together they stared at Igula at the opposite table.

Stare (=⊙ω⊙=)～

Stare(=^ω^=)～

One second, two seconds, three seconds. When An Nan sat down, Igula finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Come here, I'll braid your hair, Ash, your hands are only fit for carving on shit."

"Next time you need someone to braid your hair, just go to Aunt Borgin. She won't refuse your request to protect her eyes." Ash put Liz down and laughed.

When Igula took out the small comb he carried with him to help Liz comb her hair, Harvey, who had already finished breakfast, walked to the balcony of the living room, lit a piece of cat grass, and asked, "Miss, what are your plans for today?"

“You can have it or not.”

The scarlet golden dragon lizard suddenly appeared on An Nan's shoulder. An Nan tore off a bagel to feed it and said, "Today is May 4th. Your official working hours are on the 10th. Before then, you can move freely and don't need to move with me."

"Freedom?" Harvey narrowed his eyes. "You call our current state of being unable to contact the outside world, unable to go out to breathe fresh air, and even unable to study magic 'freedom'?"

Although Harvey did not and could not make an attacking gesture, the young butler took a step forward silently and placed himself between the necromancer and the young lady.

Ash glanced at Igula, who was concentrating on tying Liz's hair. He just exchanged a glance with the cult leader - it's none of my business, I didn't collude with Harvey, he just started the group on his own.

"So, what kind of freedom do you want?" An Nan turned her chair towards the balcony and tilted her head slightly. Her amethyst earrings sparkled in the sun. "I don't think you just want to go out and smell the flowers, bask in the sun, and experience the exotic atmosphere, right?"

"I want to go to the sewers on the first basement level."

The sunlight seemed to be dyed purple, and the cold chill filled the entire space like mercury. Ash put down Lalafei, and Igula held Liz in his arms.

They almost forgot - although An Nan used despicable means to recruit them under her command, An Nan herself is a two-winged magician. Compared with the psychic who is not good at frontal combat, the necromancer who is very dependent on the battlefield environment, and the mixed magician who stepped into the Time Continent for the first time last night, the Purple Moth who dared to compete with the Four Pillars Divine Sect is probably more powerful than the three of them.

Not to mention there was a sixty-year-old expired young man sitting next to him.

"...from the Gospel?" An Nan flicked her earrings, making a ding sound. "Let me guess what keywords you used to retrieve this information - "Where in Azula can I kill someone without attracting the attention of the Red Hat"? "

"It's actually 'Where in the city are most likely to have corpses?'" Harvey said, "I was expecting the name of a low-quality hospital to appear, but it seems that Azula's medical environment is quite good."

"I may not have said it, but - whether or not one abides by social ethics is a very important reference factor for the Gospel List." An Nan's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of purple: "Without my order, you are not allowed to kill anyone, not even a Labrador."

"I didn't say I wanted to kill anyone." Harvey took the last puff of his cigarette and threw the butt out of the balcony: "Necromancers have many 'legal' ways to obtain corpses--"

The young butler stretched out his finger, and the icy spikes coming out of his fingertips pierced through a distance of ten meters in an instant, freezing the cigarette butt in the air. Then he gently hooked it, and the frosted cigarette butt drew an arc and fell into his palm.

"It's OK at home, but if you throw cigarette butts outside, it violates the High-rise Residential Security Regulations and the Public Security Management Measures."

Panji said calmly: "Please don't do something that will damage your own value. The Gospel is watching you."