Dressed in a white bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine in his hand, Faust stands in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, his hair neatly combed back into a big back, and a jade Buddha statue hanging around his neck.

It's been two years since he returned to Earth, and Faust has made a splash with his psychic abilities.

The fragility of the earthlings' mental defenses is terrifying, and for Faust, who already has a third-level psychic ability at this time, it can almost be said that it can be blown away.

Faust's way of making a fortune was simple, he ordered everyone he met to give him money, depending on the financial situation of the hypnotized person.

In less than a month, Faust had millions of dollars in fortune – almost all of them liquid.

Faust was an ambitious man, and he was not content to rely on this invincible skill to eat and die, he had a bigger goal.

Faust first spent money to open a restaurant - in fact, it is possible to do without money, but it is more difficult and less safe to perform psychological operations on too many people.

Faust's daily job is to wander around the restaurant, using up his psionic energy as much as he can – instilling in his customers the idea that "Mrs. Faust's is delicious, I will definitely come back again".

At the same time, Faust still did not give up his first method of making money - as his wealth grew, he was able to reach more wealthy people, not only increased his income, but also gained countless conveniences in business.

In the ninth month of his return, he opened a chain of restaurants in more than 40 cities across the country, with nearly 200 branches.

The whole country watched as this business wizard rose like a star, standing out from a stable and traditional industry force to become one of the richest.

Subsequently, he set out to acquire many agricultural and sideline product companies, and with his psychic ability, he built his own industrial chain almost without resistance, from sprinkling seeds to finally entering the belly, every link of the food industry has the shadow of the Faust consortium.

By the time of one year and six months, the Faust Consortium had become a behemoth spanning many fields such as agriculture and animal husbandry, food, transportation, and food service, with tentacles all over the world.

Two years later, Faust was able to compete for the title of the richest man in the world, and in several small countries, his business had controlled every link of production and life from top to bottom.

"Boring. Faust concluded, "I never thought that power and wealth could be so boring." ”

He turned to look at the four women of different skin colors and charms who were sleeping on the big bed.

"Bo~~~~~ring~~~~~~~~" Faust lifted the covers, roughly woke up the four women, and threw down a credit card, "You can go." ”

The four women did not dare to disagree, they knew that this man had the lifeblood of them and everyone related to them, "By the way, no clothes are allowed." Faust seemed to remember something, and commanded maliciously.

Faust did not look at whether the beauties obeyed his orders, he believed that they would obey, but it didn't matter if they obeyed or not.

The important thing is, "Still boring." ”

Just as Faust lamented that he had lost all his pleasure, the door to the room was kicked open with a bang, and several heavily armed soldiers rushed in.

Faust turned his head when he heard the noise, and the moment he turned around, the sound of glass breaking was heard in his ears, and several soldiers with loaded guns broke through the window behind him.

Well-trained and well-planned, Faust tries to manipulate the consciousness of ice, and finds that his actions have no effect at all.

It's over, and a cold sweat runs down Faust's forehead.

"It's useless, don't waste your efforts. A tall, one-eyed black man squeezed past the soldiers and walked in through the doorway, wearing a helmet on his head that didn't fit his style, "There's no brains here except for the two of us." ”

"Who are you?" Faust took a wary step back, the cool breeze behind his head alerting him that there was someone behind him, and he opened his hands in a gesture of friendship.

"Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.," THE NEGRO didn't mean to hide, "Hello, alpha-class mutants you've never met. ”

When Leorik arrived in Alexandria with his sister, he did not rush to launch a restoration movement or identify himself to the local government—months on the run taught the prince to plan before acting.

He decided to settle down first and observe the international situation.

Leorik didn't have much luggage, but he brought a dimensional cave with a capacity of three cubes, filled with jewels.

When he entered the city, he first found a house for sale, bargained with the owner, and finally won the house for 80 percent, complete with a full set of furniture.

Looking at the relaxed demeanor of the owner of the house, Leo Rick began to wonder if he had cut the price less?

After settling in, Leorik got a job as a ship registrar at the docks - he needed a false identity to disguise himself, and at the same time, he could earn some money to support his family, even if he had three cubic meters of jewelry, he would always run out of money, and it was always good to make some money.

After a few days of lurking, Leorik managed to blend in with the dock staff.

Leorik was already good-looking, and as a former paladin, he had a special temperament that made people want to be close to him. As a result, he quickly became one of the most popular people on the docks.

In his spare time, he likes to chat with people in the pub at the docks – and that's not a big deal, as many people on the docks share the same hobbies.

The difference is that Leorik likes to hear people talk about things from afar, and he is so generous that he often asks the narrator for a drink, so many sailors are happy to talk to him - tell their own stories and get a free glass of wine, so what's the difference?

Leorik got a lot of information from this, but it wasn't very useful.

It was a pain in the effort to find the parts of the message that could be used to you, at least for Leoric.

He had to write down the information he heard in a notebook as soon as he got home from the docks, and that wasn't enough, and he had to check with several crew members before he could barely prove the authenticity of the same information - after all, no one could be completely confident that a slightly drunk sailor would know how big the cowhide would blow tomorrow, which often took many days.

Not only that, but from the real information he sifted, he had to further screen what was useful to him - this was the hardest part, and it often took more than one experienced spy to do the work. And Leorick only has himself.

Leorik had to recall the words his father had made, and try to imitate one of the officials he knew best, Faust.

In fact, Leorik knew very little about Faust, except that his grandfather had been knighted for military service, and that he had lost his land in his father's generation, so after his father's death, he had to get a job in the royal capital.

In Wangcheng Island, there are countless young officials with such backgrounds, and Leoric can know so much because of his special profession - Psychic Warlock.

Later in the war, the circle of the nobility became smaller, and Faust became more and more important in daily communication, usually half of which were the strange rumors of the psychomancer, and the other half were his means of dealing with affairs.

At the beginning, the prince didn't pay much attention to these things, and he didn't remember much, who would have thought that now he would have to draw skills from these after-dinner conversations?

However, these tips worked, and after a period of adaptation, the prince was able to process the information he had gathered. After all, this is not secret information, and the amount of information is not large.

Leorik even grew to like this kind of life, working during the day, gathering information at night, and returning home when the moon rose in the middle of the sky, and the daily life of a civilian seemed dull and interesting.

But a message shattered his dreams about civilian life, which did not even require him to inquire at the tavern, and one day he went to work as usual when he heard that the word had spread on the docks.

The Privy Council, which had broken through from the west, captured Sardinia and used it as a base to re-establish the banner of resistance against the Fish-Man Empire.