Compared to the expressionless three-no-girl Leilai, the magister named Cato seems to have already adapted to the life here, smiling every day, and after class, walking around the area where there is no restriction on their access.

For Cato, the Magister, who traveled far and wide as a young man, even Camp 1123, which can only be called a large town in modern times, is a magnificent complex that he has never seen before.

Speaking of huge buildings, the old man Cato had also seen palaces in the imperial capital, senate halls, or some military fortresses, but compared to the buildings in the camp where they lived, they had to be dwarfed.

If the architecture of the empire can be considered grand, then the building in the camp is the existence that can be called the Tower of Babel.

In addition, there are soft fabrics of various materials that he has never seen before, white paper as thin as cicada's wings, delicate iron and ceramic tableware, and "personal smart terminals" that are even more magical than magic.

With a single click, you can see all kinds of things in the air, and you can hear others talking from a long distance, which is simply more powerful than magic.

Although he is a magister and can use magic, he still can't avoid three meals a day, and he usually lives in seclusion in Gota Village due to a variety of inconveniences, and basically eats coarse tea and light rice every day, and the situation is a little better, eating refined black bread with baked apples, and occasionally buying air-dried meat, which is already an extraordinary lord life.

It was like this place, and those who were brought back were treated every day with the same pricey meats, fluffy white breads, and all sorts of vegetables, fruits, and spices that they had seen in the name of it.

With such abundant materials and such a convenient and satisfying life, there are no lords who collect heavy taxes, no nobles who treat the people as slaves, no thieves who burn and loot at will, and no dragons who cannot resist.

Moreover, among the contents they studied, they talked about the ideals and goals to be achieved here, that is, to build a society without classes, oppression, discrimination and exploitation, where everyone has the right to develop freely and achieve common prosperity.

Cato felt that he had found the legendary Holy Land, and if the future depicted by the gods of Falmatt was what it looked like, he thought he had seen it, and that it was built by humanity itself rather than by the power of the gods.

If he had a choice, he wished he had joined not as a spectator, but as a participant, working for the place and the mysterious, powerful, benevolent and wise leader.

It's just that he didn't expect that just when he was about to recommend himself, that person suddenly found him and asked him to do him a small favor.

Cato E. Altaystan gladly accepted this.

In the well-defended experiment, Cato and Relai stayed in it, unleashing the magic they had mastered one by one on the target, as required by the experiment.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

"Fire magic!"

"Levitation magic!"

....

How to say it, maybe Shen Sen's expectations are too high, or it may be that the psionic level of Leilai and Cato is not high.

Although it can be a very magical thing to see humans use magic to make substantial flames appear and make heavy objects lighter.

However, after testing the power, the experimenters found that even the Magus Cato of the Magus could only burn a few medieval soldiers with his fire magic, and the floating magic could only float a carriage at most.

Referring to the known information, the most powerful empire on the continent of Farmatt has a large number of Magister troops, but it still can't defeat an N-stream level neon. Even they were helpless against the fire-breathing Yanlong who was raging in the sky, they had doubts before, but now after seeing the performance of the two, Shen Sen understood it personally.

It can only be said that the food is tasteless, and it is a pity to abandon it!

The magic mastered by the magical girl Leilai and the magic master Cato is too weak, and it seems that there is no value worth promoting and learning at present, and it can only play a role in the development of different branches of the scientific research system in the future.

And according to the information provided by the two, there is only one in ten thousand who can be qualified to be a magician, and even if he becomes a so-called magician, there is a risk of losing his mind for some reason at any time.

There are very few people on the continent of Falmatt who can become a magician in the end, and almost all of them are people of high status.

Of course, considering that the other side is a complete planet after all, there may be an old monster or a perverted magic maniac who has survived for hundreds of years in some unknown corner, and their strength is better than that of other known magicians.

The situation was almost understood, Shen Sen beckoned, and the two people who were brought into the laboratory were brought out again.

"Mr. Cato and Miss Lelai, now I would like to invite you to participate in our scientific research mission as a guide, I don't know what you two think!"

Shen Sen took out two bronzing certificates with red edges on a black background from the tray on the side, and handed them to the two of them with a smile.

After the master and apprentice looked at each other in surprise, they opened the slightly heavy letter of appointment in their hands at the moment.

"It has been decided by the Fantasy World Development Management Center that Ms. Le Lai La Lena (Mr. Cato E. Altaystan) has performed well in the training and study, and has been hired as the guide of the scientific research advance team."

This hire!

【Stars Proletarian United Nations】

The 13th day of the seventh month of the third year of the new calendar

The white-haired old man and the magical girl were shocked and then surprised, then picked up a pen and quickly signed their names.

Early the next morning, a team of about fifty people quietly appeared at the Vanguard Legion's quarters, quietly waiting for the second exploration mission to begin.

There were two distinct groups standing in the ranks, and the neat ones standing were the vanguard legionnaires dressed in red mecha and fully armed, a total of two groups of forty people. In addition, there are scattered natives from other worlds, including magical girl master and apprentice, blonde elves, and finally several captives of the Neon Self-Defense Force.

Time ticked by, until the two Trailblazer Assault Scooters appeared in front of everyone from near and far, and they knew the mission was about to begin.

Get on the car and close the door, the dark space-time gate appears on the empty wilderness, and the two pioneers speed up, rushing into the darkness, and disappearing into the wasteland world together with the closed passage.

Fantasy World, Falmat, Empire's Border.

Even though some time ago there was a terrible war at the "Gate", the troops gathered from the countries of the continent to the empire disappeared overnight.

In the modern world, it would definitely make headlines in the media and cause a worldwide uproar. But in this medieval fantasy world where transportation and information are very backward, for the people of Farmatt, they do not know where the army has gone, and it has nothing to do with them.

Even if the war is lost, it is just a change of ruler, and it will not make any change in one's own life, it has been the case, it is now, and it will be the same in the future.

What has changed is the empire, what has not changed is domination and oppression, and the increasing taxation.

In this world, as long as the land they live in does not become a battlefield, or their family members do not become soldiers and die in the war, then the people of the market will not care about who rules them at all, and they are more afraid of the landlord of the territory than the emperor and nobles who cannot be seen in their lives.

But even so, the battle that took place at the "Gate" was still too tragic, whether it was the empire or the various kingdoms, thousands of princes and nobles died in several wars, not to mention the most ordinary soldiers.

The effects that followed, like a great wave from the center, spread throughout the empire's borders.

For a village without any defenses, even the rampant thieves make them miserable, and even if the people are only ripples, it is enough to destroy them.

There are soldiers and knights in the domination system of the fantasy world, but it does not have the effect of suppressing thieves.

This is because the main task of nobles and knights does not include policing.

As the ruling class, the knights and nobles had the sole role of collecting taxes from the populace according to their own prescribed laws, while thieves seized them without name.

To a certain extent, both sides are essentially the same, both are unreasonably extorted, and if they refuse, they will be subjected to violence.

Even if a nobleman or knight occasionally went to fight off thieves, it was only to secure taxes.

For in their laws, the people of the territory are essentially their private property, and repelling intruding thieves is almost as good as a herdsman protecting his flock, out of profit rather than duty.

So when the grazing knights and soldiers died in large numbers, the consequence was that the sheep in their steppes were constantly hunted down by rampant thieves.

It was a sneaky act until now, but now it has become above board.

Normally, men are killed on the spot, and their belongings, wives and daughters are plundered, and for more than ten days, they have been doing the same thing happily.

In the darkness, a dozen thieves gathered around the fire, enjoying the joy of getting their prey.

The prey included not only gold coins, but also food for the family, which they used to fill their stomachs.

The assault on mother and daughter had to come in turn, but the most important of the thieves had already vented their animal desires and drank happily.

"Boss, why did the people who ran out of Gota Village disappear?"

Due to the appearance of the Yan Dragon, everyone in the nearby villages fled. Holding luggage, not fast, and not threatening, they are all good targets worth looting.

Originally, they had their eyes on Gota Village, but after looking for a long time, they found that they had lost it, and more than a hundred people disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world.

After listening to his subordinates' words, the leader frowned.

"It's weird."

"But it doesn't matter, without Gota Village, we can find the next target, and there are several villages waiting for us, haha!"

"Haha, that's what the boss said!"

"When the time comes, I will have money and territory, and I will distribute it to your subordinates, so that you will all be the leaders!"

"Follow the boss, it must be right!"

Several of the thieves touted their boss and laughed in harmony.

If you have a rare opportunity, you can gather your subordinates and attack villages and even towns, and if you do well, you may even become a lord.

From a thief to a lord, what a thing to do now.

Just as he was nibbling on strips of dried meat, wantonly dreaming of the lord's lord.

The head, from the neck, fell to the ground "bonely".

The bones rolled on the ground and stopped at the campfire.

Suddenly, there was a distinctive smell of burnt hair.

Physiologically speaking, a person's consciousness can exist for a few seconds after being beheaded, so the vision rolls, and before understanding what happened, the bandit looks at what was once his body and spews blood.

Then, the sharply darkened vision was watched by the black-haired Grim Reaper, bathed in his own bright red blood.

Anyone who sees this girl will first think of "black".

Transparent white skin, jet-black hair, black clothing, and bottomless abyss-like black pupils.

With the sound of breaking wind, the heads of the other thieves flew out.

The weapon in his hand is a heavy gun axe.

It was a weapon with an axe like an iron block on its handle, and it was not something that a small girl could wield, nor was it something that a girl in lace could hold in her hand.

Her willow-like slender arms and white jade-like fingers could wield such a thing, which was beyond common sense.

Placing the heavy iron axe on her shoulder, the gothic girl in black exhaled a "whew".

She was surrounded by the tired corpses of thieves at some point.

"Kuscuth, uncles, thank you for tonight."

The girl grabbed the hem of her skirt and bowed gracefully.

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