Traveling through time as a goblin, just wanting to live a leisurely life

“What effect will the prosecution have?”

Ikan asked, holding the document in his hand.

"First, it can consume a lot of their time, and second, it can consume a lot of their financial resources. These two consumptions are so huge that they will not have the energy to trouble you again. We can even apply for them to temporarily suspend work. If the application is successful, we can ask them to suspend all projects before the judgment comes out."

The agent replied.

"not enough!"

Yigan frowned and objected.

"According to what you mean, if they have enough financial resources and time, they can continue to harass me, right? How can you prove that they don't have enough financial resources and time?"

Yigan didn't know how much time and money an ordinary lawsuit would consume, because no matter how much money the lawsuit cost, it was just a matter of a few space orbs for it. As for time, it didn't think that a guy who could ask it for keys in the middle of the night and spray paint the entire wall during the day would not have time to fight a lawsuit.

The agent thought about it and realized that this was indeed possible. If you want to train an artist, it is impossible without some spare money and time to waste, even for a street artist.

"Although the legal route is not the fastest, it is the legal and most harmful way of punishment. Are you going to use the methods of a cultivator to deal with a mortal? Isn't this against the rules?"

the agent asked.

"Why should we goblins follow your human rules?"

Igan asked back.

Goblins are magical creatures and are not protected by the rules of practitioners, but they also do not need to abide by the various rules of practitioners.

In the past, when the goblins were enslaved by magicians, no one stood up to speak for them, and they were victims of the rules. But now Yigan wants to use the rules to deal with the spray paint guys.

"I just want to punish them a little, without endangering their lives or causing them too much harm. That should be okay, right?

Igan asked.

The agent thought about it and felt that it made sense. As long as no lives were lost and no physical harm was done, it would not be a violation of the rules to punish these street artists with a little trickery.

You can't just let others bully you to the very doorstep and not allow you to fight back, right?

Even practitioners often use some small spells on mortals when they are training in the worldly world. This is not prohibited.

"Okay, tell me what you want to do, and I'll say hello for you."

The agent said.

"Hehe, I just want to scare them, first this way... then that way... this way and that..."

The time we spent on earth was very short, only 2 hours.

But for some things, 2 hours is a long time.

At midnight, everything should be quiet outside Nihe City.

But the light pollution in the city was too bright, overshadowing the stars and the moon, illuminating the sky and reflecting onto the earth. The street lights on the highway were like the tentacles of a light pollution monster, extending from Nihe City to all directions, and all land, grassland, rivers, and swamps were included in the attack range of the light pollution.

There was only a small open space next to the Goblin Water Park and a few searchlights, illuminating various art installations of unknown shape and only a rudimentary form, fighting against the light pollution tentacles of Nihe City.

Several people of different shapes were busy, some were carving, some were piling plaster, some were setting up scaffolds, and some were painting.

They are all street artists, not only do they behave differently from ordinary people, but their daily routines are also different from ordinary people. Sometimes they can sleep for three days and do nothing, and sometimes they can stay awake for three consecutive days, just for the art in their eyes.

At this moment, they are working day and night to create the art installation, and they are a little anxious in their hearts.

Who told them to leave their own art installation behind and paint someone else's wall yesterday morning, and then be called to the police station for questioning all day?

All the workers they hired had complaints against them and some even demanded compensation for the delay in construction, otherwise they would have to extend their construction period.

This group of street artists, firstly, did not want to compensate for the losses, and secondly, did not want to extend the work period and get a few more days' salary, so they had no choice but to stay and work overtime to make up for all the time lost today.

"Damn it! A bunch of people who don't understand art and only know how to use money and power to oppress others!"

As the instigator of the whole incident, A Que was the main target of the workers. Moreover, even some of his friends who were also street artists objected to his impulsive behavior and gave him a lecture.

"Even the police don't know how to appreciate art! This kind of graffiti is part of art, how can it be banned? How can a city that can't tolerate art make progress?"

A Que's resentment did not dissipate. He blamed all the problems on the people in the entire city, saying they were all vulgar people who did not understand art and put too many restrictions on street art.

No matter how wrong it is, it’s all society’s fault.

“Art is priceless! But people in this city keep measuring art with money! How can such a city make progress?”

The more Ah Que thought about it, the angrier he became. Suddenly, he dropped the tools in his hands and shouted to the sky:

"God of art! Are you blind to such phenomena? Open your eyes and take a look!"

Snapped!

The lights went out instantly!

"Huh? The light is broken?"

"Ah Que, what are you yelling about?"

"Why did the lights go out when I shouted? Did I say something wrong?"

All the street artists were a little confused. Some paid attention to the lights first, some paid attention to A Que's scream first. Only A Que connected the extinguished lights with his own scream.

"I... am fine... just..."

A Que felt a little guilty and was speechless.

"Fix the light first. I'm still halfway done."

No one cared much about Aque. The most important thing at the moment was to fix the lamp.

Everyone took out their cell phones, turned on the flashlight function and looked for the generator and the main switch. However, they walked in the direction they remembered, but did not see the generator.

"Huh? Isn't the generator here? Why is it gone?"

Some people are confused.

"Maybe it's too dark at midnight. Our sense of direction and distance are wrong. Let's search the periphery and other directions."

someone said.

Everyone continued to spread out and search for the generator.

"found it!"

Five minutes later, the generator was found.

After they briefly checked and found no problems, they immediately turned the lights back on and the entire open space was bright again.

"It turns out that our sense of direction and distance is wrong. Although I don't know why the light bulb suddenly went out, I can continue working now... Where is our work!?

When they looked back, they saw that the open space was empty except for the generator and the electric lights.