2/1 god domain

042 Lowes City

Lowes City, PM4:30, the sky is like fire.

Unlike Fandisa City, Loyalce is a private and exclusive city. The construction area is about the same size as the magic city in Mo Shao's memory. The architectural style of the whole city is more retro, similar to the rococo architecture of the eighteenth century The style is gorgeous and exquisite, and it is complicated and detailed.

Because it was a private area, the airship of the Berserker Mercenary Group was forced to land at the gate of the city, and the group of four passed the registration before being released.

"Wow~ oh! A local tyrant! A protective net and a supernatural monitoring system have been installed over the entire city." The poet held the optical brain in one hand, and walked beside Mo Shao, looking around with his head held high, while tsk tsk emotion.

After hearing the word "local tyrant" from Mo Shao's mouth, he fell in love with this word deeply, and spared no effort to use it repeatedly.

"The Ross family is one of the four great nobles in the empire. What you see is normal."

Like the Tangner family, the Ling family also has their own private exclusive city, but there are very few people who make such a fuss like the Ross family.

"Aristocrats...just like to show off!" The poet snorted twice, and then focused his attention on the brain again.

Mo Shao smiled noncommittally. According to historical records, in the past 3000 years, the Holy Land was almost destroyed. In that battle of survival of the fittest, whoever has more resources in their hands will have an obvious advantage, and the polarization is serious. , and finally formed the current situation.

However, the aristocracy does not always have the upper hand.

For example, the former Mohists.

"Mo Shao, your brat..."

"Ok?"

Mo Shao glanced suspiciously at the poet who was winking at him, then turned to look at little Mo Fan. On the way, the little guy was very quiet, holding two rare blue flame beasts, and occasionally teasing the black fur ball. There is no difference.

"Is he really only four years old?" The poet operated the optical brain to complete the task assigned by Mo Shao - to obtain false certificates.From birth, people in the Eastern Continent will be registered with ID cards and bound to personal account information. Many behaviors will be restricted before they become adults. means.

Fake documents in this era are completely different from what Mo Shao remembers. Just for forging ID cards, one must first invade the security defense system of the Imperial Population Statistics Bureau and tamper with information.

His original plan was to start with the three of Zhan Yunjue, but since there are poets to help, it's better to use his own people to feel more at ease.

"What do you mean?" Mo Shao put his hands in his pockets, with a calm expression on his face. In some respects, Xiao Mofan was indeed a little precocious, and his precocity made him feel distressed.

The poet curled his lips: "He is hostile to me. Sometimes I really have to doubt, are you master and servant, or lovers? Uh huh? We are good buddies, and he wants to be jealous of me..."

"You think too much."

Mo Shao gave him a supercilious look, and turned to look at the little Mo Fan on the other side. Because of Zhan Yun Jue and the others, many times, the two of them couldn't communicate freely, but the poet is a chatterbox...

Thinking about it in another place, Xiao Mofan may be in a very uncomfortable mood at the moment.

Mo Shao sighed softly, and was thinking about whether to tell the other party about the Sword Spirit Palace, when suddenly, Yun Xi yelled: "Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?"

"!" Mo Shao was startled, and quickly reached out to hug little Mo Fan, but was pulled by the poet, and could only watch him being caught by Yun Xi.

"Mo Shao, take it easy and don't expose yourself. Although I think your analysis is correct, these people should have their own sword spirits before, but those sword spirits disappeared, and their memories are also missing Part of..."

Mo Shao didn't listen to a word of the poet's words. He pursed his lips nervously and stared at the pale and frowning little Mo Fan. The three rare beasts seemed to sense that something happened to their master. Chichi whimpered around him.

"He's burning all over!" Yun Xi said with a serious expression after a rough inspection, "But it's not a fever..."

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Next chapter, ten years later...

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