The early morning sunlight filtered in through the windows. This is a hotel suite, the area is not small, about 60 square meters. Inside, the bedrooms are quite large and have a bathroom attached. Outside is the living room as well as the open plan kitchen.

Now the entire Blood Sea Barrier is in a constant energy crisis, and many mana supplies have been cut off. On the contrary, the hotel is still heating, and the low temperature outside has not affected the interior of the room.

The water vapor breathed by the human body condenses on the glass window, and the low temperature outside and the temperature inside exchange with difficulty through the water vapor. The traces of water droplets sliding down and scouring are clearly visible.

The room was quiet, only the sound of women squirming and dressing, a beautiful woman dressed neatly, turned to Bahrain on the bed and said, "Honey, can you give me some money carriage?"

The quilt was a little messy, and the corner of the woman who got up lifted to reveal Bahrain's chest. Rubbing his eyes, Balin reached out and took out his wallet from the bedside, pulled out a twenty fiat currency and handed it to the woman.

"Thank you!" the woman smiled, took the fiat currency handed by Bahrain, and walked away with a rhythmic "click" sound in her high heels.

Truth: After the currency crisis of that year, the entire monetary system was reformed. Today's fiat currency is no longer a hard currency attached to a certain kind of hard currency goods, but through the international bulk mana crude oil currency settlement model to establish the international currency status of fiat currency.

Any large mana crude oil transaction must be settled in fiat currency, which means that all forces that want to import mana crude oil must have a certain amount of fiat currency reserves. If you want to have fiat currency reserves, you can only export the goods in your territory to Rome of Truth in exchange for fiat currency.

After the famous economist Paulson proposed this idea, truth Rome began a currency war without gunpowder.

Silently watching the back of the woman leaving, Balin suddenly sighed faintly.

The woman was just a prostitute he had found on the spot last night. When he was at Princeton University, he had a relationship with Christine. It's just that with his later disappearance, the two have completely lost contact for more than five years.

Originally, Bahrain planned to wait until he was discharged from the hospital to go to the school to inquire about his old friend and Christine. Unfortunately, before the Bahrain operation, Victor took the initiative to come to the door and leave him a letter.

The letter gave a general introduction to the recent situation of these old friends, and naturally vaguely mentioned the situation of Tikristine. on this. Bahrain is helpless either.

I thought that after years of training, I should have been mentally resolute and unshakable, but unfortunately, when I met Christine on the road last night, the dead feelings in Balin's heart were revived.

One of the seven deadly sins of mankind is the original sin of jealousy, and Bahrain is not exempt from it. Standing on the side of the road, looking at Christine holding the arms of other men, the flame of jealousy in Balin's heart burned his heart.

Back at the hotel that Felwood had booked for him, he lay on his bed and tossed and turned, his mind full of Christine's figure.

"What is she doing at the moment? Is she in bed with another man, or is she lying in the arms of another man?"

The other party is living a happy world of two, why should he endure the torment of loneliness in the room alone?

After making up his mind, Bahrain asked the hotel to arrange a prostitute for him. It's a pity that this doesn't seem to make any sense, and the flame of jealousy is still burning in my heart.

Sitting up from the bed, Balin lowered his head and rubbed his hair vigorously with his hands.

The more you try to suppress it, the more the negative emotions of jealousy will stir in your heart. Kicking the quilt open, Balin rolled over and got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Now that the running water supply has been stopped in many parts of the city, the hotel has some means to provide running water even in this situation.

Turn on the faucet and drain the cold water from the pipe. The rattling water washed over the bathroom tiles, and the cold, cold water splashed on Bahrain's thighs.

Silently looking at himself in the mirror, the alcohol of yesterday is still stimulating the nerves in the brain, and there are some labor pains.

"Heh......" Balin suddenly laughed at himself, but he was just a woman, why bother?

After taking a good shower, Balin smiled in the mirror, felt that the smile seemed to be a little stiff, and reached out to pat his cheek.

He also needs to attend the award ceremony this afternoon. As a new war hero, Bahrain has a lot to offer.

After getting dressed, Bahrain hastily ate a meal and boarded a carriage to the Arcane Tower, the tallest tower in the center of the city.

The carriage soon arrived in the square under the Arcane Tower, and Balin pushed open the door. A cold wind hit him, making him shiver unconsciously.

Tightening the collar of his coat, Balin stepped into the Arcane Tower with his neck slightly curled.

The Lord's Arcane Tower is divided into two areas: an open area and a restricted area. As the de facto ruler of all Arcanist forces on the planet, the core structure is set up within the Arcane Tower.

Walk the long steps to the open gate of the Arcane Tower. Two columns of bloodline warriors stood guard at the gate.

There is no need to check, as evidenced by the Arcane Heart around the official Arcanist.

"Good day!" thought to the leading bloodline knight and bowed slightly.

"Good day!" Balin nodded, and walked past the guards into the hall on the first floor of the tower.

Many citizens and staff are busy shuttling around the hall, which is lined up with reception desks of many institutions.

The spacious lobby is divided into many areas by the reception desk, and at a glance, it looks like a labyrinth.

Bahrain looked at the busy crowd in front of him with some headache, and was about to go to the guidance desk to ask how to get to the Hanging Garden.

"Hey, Balin?" Suddenly, a familiar woman's voice sounded from behind him.

For a moment, Bahrain felt nothing but his heart throbbing. With a long exhale, Balin took a firm breath and turned away.

Christine, dressed in a black uniform and holding a document in her hand, looked at Bahrain in surprise.

"What a coincidence!" Balin smiled as he endured the throbbing in his heart. It's not a coincidence, yesterday was such a chance encounter, and I only exchanged two words with her and fled in a hurry. I didn't think I'd be able to meet her in the Arcane Tower today!

"You...... How are you?" Christine seemed to notice, and her expression was a little unusual.

"Okay...... What about you?" Bahrain suddenly didn't know what to say, but felt that the whole atmosphere was a little awkward.

"You're here to do something?" Christine took two steps forward to Bahrain.

"Well, I'll go to the Hanging Gardens to confer honors!" Barin nodded, and suddenly showed a smile: "It's just that it's too chaotic here, and I was about to go to the guidance desk to ask when I ran into an old classmate." You work here?" the arcane light shone on Balin, as bright as the sun that he had when he was in college.

"I'm sorry, I thought you weren't there. He stayed with me during your disappearance......"