Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

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If there is an existence in this world that attracts their attention the most, it must be Drifos' wealth.

The large amount of resources and money collected by the Archmage were all entangled with complex desires.

Especially everything obtained from the Defense Tower... The people on the Defense Tower will definitely be full of resentment towards Drifos because of what he did.

It is true that Drifos was mistakenly sent to the Tower of Theia due to the internal strife between the families, but equally, because he had not received the teachings of hiding his existence, he was not placed in the public's expectations.

If he resents the Defense Tower and the people of his family, then wouldn't he just be the Archmage of the Tower of Theia?

Not everyone knows the true identity of Drifos... Even those who do know can't understand why he thinks that since the defense tower will not belong to him, it should simply stop existing.

In most people's minds, Dreyfus just took another path... and it wasn't necessarily a bad one.

After entering the Tower of Theia, which is rich in resources, he does not need to carry those heavy baggage. With Drifos's qualifications, it is definitely not difficult to become a neutral mage like Pate.

To put it bluntly, there are many mages in the neutral faction of the Tower of Sea who have similar origins.

Therefore, Dreyfus's choice amazed even the devil.

It is precisely because of his crazy desires and the endless resentment surrounding him... Although the smell of Dreyfus's body stinks, the smell of money flowing out of his hands is very fragrant.

If only those resources were given to Rosero, Fongo's men wouldn't feel much at all.

But the aroma spreads thousands of miles away...who wouldn't want to share in such a delicious feast?

However, although Fongo can understand their inability to control themselves, he will never allow them to appear in his name.

If it was just a personal dispute, Rossello would probably be mentally prepared.

The reason why he had to notify in advance was because he did not want to cause a fight between the two factions.

Even for Fongo, it was Rossello's willingness to extend a friendly hand.

After all, if he wasn't careful, he might be involved in Gracia's mess again.

Fongo knew very well that the idea that he only wanted to protect himself and did not want to interfere was almost written on his face and raised above his head.

Therefore, it is normal for Rossello to see that. After all, that guy is also good at running away... Over the years, Guangfengo himself has cleaned up Gracia's palace more than ten times, and that guy has been able to escape. That kind of very thorough cleaning.

Rosello must be a devil who is not greedy and knows how to measure things.

But is Fongo a fool?

He couldn't run before because the will of the Lord of Hell was on top of him, otherwise he would have run faster than that guy.

Fongo gently dropped the pen in his hand on the table... He knew that he was a little too upset now.

Based on Fongo's understanding of that Rossello guy, if he were normal, he would only choose to kick Fongo when he was escaping. Only by letting Fongo suffer misfortune can he be happy.

The hand that Rossello stretched out could only prove that what Grazia had done this time had caused that guy to be in chaos... He couldn't even care about the grudges in the past, and even wanted to join forces with him. Jumped out!

Fongo took a deep breath.

What did that hell princess do again?

What could be more terrifying than the fucking fact that she felt that Mammon's dear one was more important than her biological father and qualified to be the Lord of Hell?

You know, Rossello is a big devil who can drink and have fun without changing his expression while listening to Gracia cursing his own father on the throne every day!

To be able to make him panic like this... Will Gracia not just say something verbally this time, but actually do something with her hands?

It's not like he cooperated with a certain abyss lord... Hehe~ Haha... Fortunately, the bottomless abyss can't produce men who suit Gracia's preferences. The natural light of chaos in them will only disgust the hell princess.

What could Fongo do?

Fongo could only choose to drown himself in work.

Clenching his fist, the Hell Prosecutor resolutely started the most terrifying and crazy work mode: to target all the intelligence agencies under his control... Whether it was the endless planes or the complex and changeable nine levels of hell, Start a large-scale inspection.

Only in this way can Asmodeus easily pass the test when he is settling the accounts... Even the Lord of Hell understands that this job will turn a great devil into an old hag.

Asmodeus would rather work hard to deal with his subordinates who have become overly ambitious due to too much power, and is absolutely unwilling to take this job back into his own hands.

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"It seems that our black artists really understand the art of life."

Rosero stood on the cloud terrace of the White Tower with a smile. His exquisite white silk robe covered with embroidery of the same color was flying in the wind, and his silk cloak of the same color was flying like a swan's wings.

The female mage standing behind him showed uncontrollable admiration in her brown eyes hidden in her messy long hair.

However, the cold wind suddenly made her realize where she was standing and who she was looking at.

So she immediately lowered her head and replied calmly: "Yes.

But he did not stop his men from taking action privately. "

"That's enough." Rossello sneered, "Those idiots who have been blinded by greed, will I still lose to them?

When their immediate superiors didn't dare to make any move, they still dared to take action... Tsk, Feng Ge, do you want me to help him clean up the house for free?

Damn~"

Although his tone was cold, his gentle tone made the female mage who was listening feel that Rossello was not as angry as he showed.

Don't know the reason though.

But as a smart person who could become Rossello's direct subordinate in the White Tower, she absolutely believed that the shrewd and capable Archmage in front of her would not suffer any loss.

Since the 'black artist' chose to let Rossello do things without saying a word, it must be because he knew that Rossello could get enough benefits from it.

What Rossello was unhappy about was not being able to take advantage, not actually having to work in vain.

She has followed Rossello for thousands of years, and she has never seen him suffer a real loss.

"Spread the news about me and the Black Tower." Rossello calmly gave instructions, "Try to let everyone in the White Tower know."

"Yes." The female mage was silent for a few seconds before asking softly, "Don't you need to warn them not to do anything?"

"When I'm about to take action myself?" Rossello laughed, "Who do I need to warn?

A sensible person will naturally know what choice to make.

Ignorant..."

Isn't it exactly what he needs?

Although Rosero didn't care about the idiots on the Black Tower side who wanted to intervene, it would be nice if it could save him some energy.

As long as someone here in the White Tower dares to intervene, he is absolutely sure to let them fight first.

In this case...he even saves himself the trouble of picking up the corpse!

Rossello absolutely believed in the devil's sensitivity to money.

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"The weather is really nice today!" Hill cooed softly.

"Teacher? What are you talking about?" Russell walked in from the door and looked at him a little confused... How can the weather outside be so good with the dark clouds?

Hill looked at him with a smile: "The wind blows very comfortably."

Russell stretched out his hand and felt the strong wind blowing the thick curtains to and fro, causing them to cling to the walls, and couldn't help blinking.

Their teacher, what stimulated you?

"Carpenter went back to his room."

Seeing that his teacher's thoughts were always out-of-the-box, Russell decided to give up thinking for the time being and change the topic to something more realistic, "Teacher, I...should I stay here?"

"The safest place in the Magic Tower is your bedroom." Hilbert looked at him with a smile, "Rather than accompanying me to fight against powerful enemies, the most correct thing for you to do is to stay where I feel at ease.

I don’t want to play a bloody drama of ‘let go of my students and I can talk about anything’. "

Russell sighed helplessly: "The teacher seems to be in a really good mood today."

"You know, Russell." Hilbert said very seriously, "It is a kind of merit to save this world from robbery in the name of love."

Russell blinked, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind: Why did he think that what the teacher said had something to do with him?

Could it be that... someone fell in love with him?

He couldn't help but tremble: the powerful female mage who was related to his teacher was either Pate or...Aisling.

Pat just gave him chills, Aisling... Russell couldn't help but glance at the open window.

Hilbert, who didn’t know that his student had already thought of the tragic ending of ‘if something goes wrong, might as well jump off the building’, was still smiling happily: “Ah, fate~ It’s so wonderful.

So, Russell, go back to your room and stay there~"

Russell nodded and simply chose to obey.

Um?

Hill looked at Russell's back in surprise as he turned and walked towards the corridor.

He thought Russell would be entangled with him for a while!

Why is this kid so honest today?

With Russell's intelligence, he definitely knows that in today's battle, Hill's winning rate is very high.

He and Carpenter wouldn't be in too much trouble even if they stayed here.

Hilbert chose to let them stay in his room, actually just to guard against some guys who might take a random look.

For example, Gracia must be squatting on the top of the white tower to watch her clone's fighting style.

If the original development model is really what Hill thought... Tsk, forget it, it's best not to think about it.

Anyway, the current Russell will never become a broken and sad weak man who is in urgent need of help from others because he was destroyed by fate, hunted by enemies, and oppressed by his division commander.

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