[The only truth in this world is power! Am I right? 】

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"What is the most important thing in this world? Tang Zilong?"

Palos threw his notebook on Tang Zilong. Tang Zilong lay on the sofa and looked away from the news reports on the magic platform. He looked at Palos with a little doubt. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses with clear lenses.

Here, Skarner leaned against the white wall and closed his eyes to meditate.

At No. 202 Charles Street, the Magic Stage was broadcasting the "big events" that happened today in a serious voice.

[The Arran Royal Museum was stolen and many treasures were stolen!]

"It's inheritance!"

Palos glanced at the magic table with some displeasure, and took a sip of coffee with both anger and helplessness.

"This matter is very serious. The Explorers Association has communicated with me. Many of the treasures I donated have been stolen, including those donated by other colleagues and sold. All have been horribly stolen."

The front part of his left hand was pressed on the sofa, and he held up the coffee in his right hand, directing everyone to look at the magic table, even though there were only Tang Zilong, Skarner, and himself here.

"The fakes on display and the authentic ones hidden in the magic circle were all snatched away by a group of bandits who didn't know where they came from. Except... some works of art that have no use value."

Tang Zilong opened Palos's diary, which was densely packed with pictures of the treasures described by Palos, profiles, descriptions, and usage methods.

He disdains such ancient gadgets, but in the world of magic, treasures with mysterious "word spirit" properties can cause immeasurable disasters if used improperly.

"If nothing happens, the whole world will be in chaos again."

Tang Zilong gently closed the notebook and put it aside.

"So, having said that, I have never quite understood why you believe so much that magic can protect something. No one can be sure about the level of magic."

He looked at Paros. Paros was dressed neatly today, wearing a rare suit and leather shoes. His slender figure made his blond hair look even more dazzling.

Paros moved his slender hands from the sofa and inserted them into the pockets of his black trousers. The smooth trousers were folded straight down at the knees until the shiny leather shoes touched the trouser legs.

Pylos was dressed so formally that Tang Zilong, who had always been wearing a white coat, felt uncomfortable because Pyros had always been disgraced, either crawling out of the cemetery or rolling in the swamp.

"Where are you going?"

"Go see Kraft. He should be at the museum now. I need to go to the scene to check what is missing."

Palos drank coffee, thinking that he must be prepared for a long battle.

It makes sense to think so. This guy is one of the leading archaeologists in the principality. With him here, Kraft will probably feel much more at ease.

"are you going?"

Paros put the coffee on the table, put on his pocket watch, and buttoned it in the collar pocket of his suit.

He looked at Tang Zilong. He didn't think Tang Zilong would be interested in his "work", but he still asked him because Tang Zilong couldn't go anywhere now.

The Downton Technology Building is in Rastare, Rastare has been unconditionally sealed off, and everyone is restricted from entering and exiting, including Tang Zilong who belongs there.

It has been half a month since the empire launched a war against the principality. During this half month, the empire carried out fierce small-scale attacks and did not launch a large-scale general attack. Such things had happened before Longxugong, and they all started with

It ended with peace talks, and it was just a small quarrel between the "big guys".

Although everyone's focus is still on how long the war can last, this museum theft seems like a "house thief" taking advantage of the situation, so all departments in the principality attach great importance to it.

Inviting Palos is perfectly normal.

But Tang Zilong was not invited.

"What should I do?" Tang Zilong clicked his tongue twice.

"To be honest, I used to complain a lot about magic. I can't bear to watch others guessing at old antiques. I'll be sleepy to death. It's better to just sleep at home and feel more comfortable."

After Tang Zilong finished speaking, he lay on his side on the sofa and put one hand on the top of the sofa, lying there like a beauty about to fall asleep. The magic station resumed reporting on the war.

"However, I heard that this time it was obviously different. They used extremely unusual weapons to destroy the magic circle protecting the treasure."

Paros slung his tool bag over his shoulder, straightened the black shoulder strap, his suit was dented, and looked at the magic table.

[The cause of the forest fire is still under investigation. How long will the war last?!]

"For example, future technology."

Paros said something very bluffing,

In the Principality, although magic has the upper hand, the branch of magic science [Mechanical Technology] is also developing simultaneously. Downton Technology is a top technology development company that integrates all the cutting-edge technologies in the Principality.

The Ranger cavalry, which has not yet been mass-produced, and the laser gun, which only the highest military commander has, come from it.

One of the co-creators of the Ranger Cavalry and Laser Cannon is Tang Zilong. According to internal information, if the Empire does not end the war within a month, General Kraft will assign secretly trained Principality marksmen to equip them.

The latest laser guns enter the battle.

Future technology, this made Tang Zilong sit up with a sound. He turned around and looked at Palos, who seemed to know that he would smile like this.

"What? Are you suddenly interested in magic?"

After Paros finished speaking, he adjusted his suit. The white shirt pressed his beautiful chin. He moved it, revealing his white collarbone.

"It's true that I won't reject magic."

Tang Zilong stood up and fluffed up his white coat.

His hand ran through the black hair, from the back of his head to the sloppy and messy hairstyle in one smooth second. He hummed as if he was being cool and looked at Palos suspiciously.

"Don't lie to me! Palos, do you know what future technology will look like?"

"I do not really understand."

Palos patted Skarner's arm gently, turned around and opened the door. The apple tree in front of the door was blown by the wind, like a natural and pleasant doorbell.

"But, it shouldn't be magic. If you think about it this way, I think you will definitely want to go and take a look. Your sister is also there."

Paros said the name of Sister Tang Zilong with a loud voice.

"Tang Zixu."

Tang Zilong suddenly became serious again.

"Shouldn't she be in Rastare?"

"Craft invited her."

"Kraft didn't invite me!"

Tang Zilong put his hands into his pockets in shock.

"He asked me to invite you."

Pyros walked straight to the street, Skarner followed him, and Tang Zilong closed the door suspiciously.

"Really? I don't believe it..."

Paros turned around and gave him a helpless and good look, turned around, and put his hands in his pockets.

The wind made him chill.

This winter is colder than expected.

He said with a gentle sigh.
Chapter completed!