Suddenly, there was a crisp clicking sound on the hospital wall. As soon as the white light came, it flickered.

Balin quickly turned his head to look, his hands subconsciously burning with arcane brilliance. The years of crisis have made him instinctively always vigilant about all the movements around him.

A few sneaky figures quickly retracted from the wall to the ground!

"Don't be nervous!" Wren stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop Bahrain, who was about to activate his arcane skills, "It's just some little mouse-like reporters!"

On the question of why human beings have a strange mental activity called curiosity that wants to explore something they do not know about, many scholars have historically put forward various conjectures in an attempt to explain this strange phenomenon. In fact, scholars study curiosity is essentially a manifestation of curiosity.

From an evolutionary point of view, one group of scholars believes that the reason why Homo sapiens stood out from many similar subfamilies of humans at the same time was because of the most primitive curiosity of Homo sapiens.

Because Homo sapiens is not as powerful as other human subfamilies, Homo sapiens must work closely together and cooperate with each other to defeat other populations in the race for species.

In order to make the cooperation between them more stable, Homo sapiens must exclude some individuals who are unstable in the cooperation. As a result, Homo sapiens had to begin to pay attention to the inner differences in thinking between other individuals and themselves. This is the source of the most primitive curiosity of the human species, and it is for this reason that humans are very interested in information about other individuals.

Gossip is a common hobby of human beings, regardless of national borders, ethnicity, beliefs, or age. Therefore, when a not-so-famous tabloid newspaper was the first to publish the news about the war hero Bahrain the next day, it instantly sparked a heated frenzy throughout the Blood Sea Enchantment.

This is the curiosity of mankind, everyone wants to know the truth of the entire planet, and when the Roman forces are forced to shrink into a small blood sea barrier, what kind of character can cause an uproar outside the barrier.

Gossip is like this, and with word of mouth, each spread will be more or less accompanied by some personal opinions of the parties. By the end, the original message had been changed beyond recognition.

When the Blood Sea Barrier made the decision to rescue Bahrain, some gossip began to ferment throughout society. What started out as a small partial tactical victory has now fermented into a strategic turning point that can turn the tide of the war.

And who would be stingy with the mysterious war hero who caused this uproar and gave infinite reverie and hope to most of the inhabitants of the Blood Sea Enchantment?

In an early morning café, Victor rolled out his napkin and tucked it at his neckline. Stretch out your right index finger to remove the sugar cube next to the coffee cup, pick out the most complete piece of it, and gently put it into the coffee with gentle movements to ensure that no coffee stains are spilled.

Holding the metal spoon and stirring slowly, the traffic outside the wide windows of the café did not affect the rhythm of his movements in the slightest.

Since he was a student at Princeton University, his classmates have accused him of having a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder, and have even repeatedly expressed discomfort with many of his demanding habits. But it has been more than five years since he graduated, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder has not only not lessened at all, but has even become more and more rigid.

Pull out the napkin from the side and close it to the edge of the coffee cup, then gently lift the spoon out.

"Hey, look at ......" suddenly came a force behind him, accompanied by a man's cry of surprise. It seems that the opponent's back hits Victor's elbow.

The sudden collision caused the meticulous movements to immediately deform, and the brown coffee stains that remained on the spoon inadvertently dripped onto the white ceramic plate.

On the white plate, the brown coffee stain was so dazzling in Victor's vision. He frowned deeply, and an uncontrollable discomfort arose.

"Hey!" sighed, Victor could no longer accept the change that made him uncomfortable. Some of them stood up in a state of frustration, even preferring to give up the breakfast of sandwiches that he had spent ten minutes carefully making.

He took out a few fiat currencies with mana crude oil as a backing and put them on the table. Reaching out and habitually trying to lift the white dinner plate and press the upper left corner of the fiat currency. However, the brown stain in his sight made it impossible for him to do anything. A strong sense of disobedience constantly hit his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

A little reproachfully turned his head to look at the unconscious man behind him, who was still talking to his companion opposite him pointing to a certain message in the newspaper. The companion across from the man seemed to sense Victor's resentment, raised his head, and smiled kindly at Victor.

Nodding politely in return, Victor swallowed the indignation in his heart and retracted the fiat currency on the table, and walked quickly to the bar.

"Money for today's breakfast!" Victor reached out and handed the fiat currency to the guy who was settling accounts at the bar.

"Huh" the guy looked up and looked at the familiar Victor strangely. For the past five years, this gentleman has been at the same time every day, with the same hand, pushing open the corner of the door at the same angle, sitting in the same position, and ordering the same breakfast. The guest was so rigid that if his accustomed position was taken up in advance, he would stand aside and wait for the other person to leave, rather than choosing another vacant seat.

This is a stereotyped freak who always moves like a constructed puppet that follows a fixed program.

The guy couldn't imagine what was the reason for Mr. Victor, who was so rigid to the extreme, that today he broke the convention and did not put the fiat currency on the table and pressed the upper left corner of the fiat currency on the dinner plate, but handed it directly to him.

In the afterglow, the coffee and sandwich on his table did not move: "Mr. Victor, is there anything wrong with today's food?"

The guy asked as he took the fiat currency from Victor.

"It's okay!" Victor, though rigid, is not a man who chews his tongue, on the contrary, he is silent most of the time. Reach out and take off your coat and hat: "Give me a copy of today's Pravda!"

The man took the opportunity to take down two newspapers from the newspaper rack next to him, the first was the Pravda that Victor wanted, and the other was a newspaper that was not well-known.

"Mr. Victor, I recommend you take a look at today's Dome Digest, which has pictures of the heroes of the Battle of the Caldera!" the man handed the newspaper to Victor.

"Oh?" Victor raised his eyebrows slightly, even a rigid person like him could not exempt the most instinctive human curiosity: "I'll take a look, thank you!"

He took out two more coins and handed them to the fellow, and Victor spread out the dome digest as he put on his coat and hat.

"This ...... Bahrain?" A black-and-white photograph of a young arcanist in a wheelchair is clearly a candid photo. A glimmer of arcane heart can be seen hovering beside him.

It was none other than Victor Princeton's classmates, Bahrain who had missed the evacuation and had not been heard from for more than five years.

"War Hero - Bahrain, you are still alive!" muttered to himself, and a little sparkle appeared in Victor's eyes.

Looking up at the road, Victor turned and walked briskly in the other direction.

The guy in the bar looked at Victor's departing back in amazement: "It's really strange, this paranoid man has gone in a completely different direction today......"