Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The copper bell rang, the iron cage vibrated violently, and a fat man with a beard hurriedly emerged from the crowd, holding a short and thick magic wand - Mori Yuesha remembered him, this man had appeared on the flag blown by the trumpet.

He pushed through the crowd, raised his chin and looked around, nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand, pointed the tip of the staff at his neck: "Sonorus! (loud voice)"

"Latin again." Mori Yuesa rolled her eyes. The man behind her stood side by side with the girl, suppressing a smile.

"Words are magical." The man looked at Sen Yuesha as if he was recalling something. There was a faint light in his deep blue pupils. Although it was dull, Sen Yuesha could still feel that this was not an emotion between a man and a woman.

It's more like the affection between parents and siblings.

"You are very similar to someone... I mean, in personality." The middle-aged man politely withdrew his gaze, stayed on Mori Yuesha's face for a moment, and then quickly moved away.

"Oh, human, you have good taste," the black cat changed its position and jumped to the other side of the girl's shoulder, so that it could be easier for it to whisper to the man: "Few people have the same personality as her."

"I hope your relatives are not crazy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the corners of the man's mouth drooped, and a flash of pain appeared in his expression.

"Ahaha! Is he really a lunatic? Hahaha, Mori Yuesa, you and the lunatic——"

"She has passed away."

Bastet: ...

Mori Yuesa frowned, pretended to pat the cat's head, leaned sideways and bent slightly to apologize to the man.

"I'm sorry, sir." The girl covered the cat's mouth: "My cat doesn't understand human emotions very well. I apologize to you."

Bastet turned her head and stared at the girl with a whimper. The man and the cat exchanged glances briefly.

Bastet: You understand his feelings?

Mori Yuesa: I don’t understand either, but I’m polite.

Bastet: All you have left is your manners and two balls.

Mori Yuesha: That’s still better than you, the short-tailed horse-faced monster.

"Dumbledore."

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, call me Dumbledore." The man named Dumbledore became gentler. He seemed to be happy to see Mori Yuesha fighting with her pet. The little girl's puffy cheeks and wide eyes made him unable to help but return to his hometown in his memory...

"Mori Yuesha." The girl pouted and pointed at the cat again: "Horse-faced monster."

puff.

Dumbledore also smiled. He took off his leather gloves and touched the cat's head with his dry palms, but his eyes were still staring at Mori Yuesha.

"Are you a little wizard? I haven't seen you before."

"We are not those low-level creatures!" Bastet just finished speaking when she was grabbed by the neck by Mori Yuesha and pulled down, and then tightly stuffed into her arms. She wondered if this god was inherently sarcastic.

Words from the Goddess of War...

Sure enough, it is reasonable to have your own sarcasm.

After a few words, the man who turned on the 'loud voice' interrupted all the noise present.

His voice spread around the tent like a trumpet and reached everyone's ears.

"Welcome to the Skender Freak Show!"

"Ahaha! There are children here, so be careful, there are unique exhibits today!"

"To start, let's welcome the group of little fire dragons!!"

The shouts are boiling!

Mori Yuesa grabbed Bastet's tail and pulled it down hard!

"Dragon! It's a dragon!"

The black cat's screams were drowned out by the shouts of the people around it...

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Chapter 23 Encounter

Mori Yuesa was happy for about three seconds.

No more.

Three seconds, and then the whole person began to feel depressed again...

"Is this a dragon?"

The girl looked at the cage with disdain - inside, groups of brown-red rock-skinned fire dragons were circling in the air like a group of flying birds, and occasionally they would playfully fly close to the person in the cage, open their sharp mouths, and spit out a few sparks.

Mori Yuesa clearly saw a mischievous gentleman lighting a cigar with them.

The sound of flapping wings was almost the same as the sound of a flock of birds flying together. Apart from the many hideous spikes growing on their heads and bodies, these so-called "little fire dragons" were no different from pigeons and young eagles.

Only the size of a palm!

Angrily, Mori Yuesha lifted Bastet up and put her on her shoulder. The black cat, who had been in her arms for a while, was a little short of oxygen. He lay listlessly on the girl's shoulder, with his tail drooping.

"This is Charmander, what do you think?" Bastet said weakly, "They are not real dragons. Which circus would put a real dragon in such a small cage?"

"Dragons are very dangerous creatures, whether they are Hungarian Horntails or Norwegian Spinosaurus," Dumbledore added, "Circuses are not qualified to keep them."

The group of little dragons were still circling and calling in the iron cage, flying low and spinning, causing the people watching around to cheer.

Mori Yuesha turned to Dumbledore out of boredom, curiously asking what a 'real dragon' looked like.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore suppressed his laughter, pinched the wand with his leather gloves, and gently drew a circle - several stick-drawn dragon shadows flew out of the circle, just like the little fire dragons in the cage. They circled Sen Yuesha quickly twice, then flew back into the circle of fire at the tip of the wand and disappeared.

"This is the real dragon. They are about two or three stories tall. Their sharp teeth can kill any creature on land with one bite. Some special dragons can also breathe fire and spray poison. Their skin is as hard as rock."

Dumbledore continued to tell the story, but Mori Yuesha became increasingly disappointed. Finally, the girl shook her head in a lack of interest, and her lush black hair stretched out like branches: "Dumbledore... Sir, is this the only way?"

"Like this?" Dumbledore blinked. "Dragons... have always been like this."

The girl, disillusioned with the ugly creature, ignored it and just cast an angry look at the black cat that was breathing hard on her shoulder.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

"That's not the dragon you're talking about! The Egyptian god is a big liar!"

"I'm not talking about this kind of dragon...dear ball mage." The black cat covered his face helplessly and put his head close to the girl's ear and whispered: "He's talking about the Asian dragon, the common kind."

"That's not what I said."

Mori Yuesa rolled her eyes in distrust.

Inside the iron cage, the second show is about to begin.

After the group of fire dragons returned, a huge bathtub was pushed up - it was covered with a white cloth, and gurgling black water overflowed from the white porcelain bathtub, flowing all the way until it stopped in the center of the cage.

The assistant pushing the bathtub was the charming man who was soliciting business outside the circus tent that Mori Yuesa saw.

His face was painted even whiter than before. He picked up a corner of the white cloth with his fingers in disgust, pulled it hard, and ran away without looking back before the white cloth fell off.

Wow.

The white cloth was torn apart——

"Oh…"

"too disgusting!"

"What is this, Mr. Skender?"

Swear words and complaints were heard one after another, and Mori Yuesha even smelled a strong stench of mud.

She knew what it was, or rather, the legend of the creature in front of her was still circulating in the place where she grew up.

"Kappa." Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded in Mori Yuesha's ears on time. He seemed to have made up his mind to be a commentator for this lovely girl: "You can find them in rivers that are not too deep."

"Did you see its webbed feet? Yes, it is very powerful. If you encounter it in the wild, be careful, for it will pinch you and suck your blood." Dumbledore said, "The water-filled area on top of its head is its source of energy. If you can cast a small spell to drain all the water..."

At this point, the man looked at Mori Yuesha expectantly, as if he wanted to get the correct answer from the girl - the name of a certain spell. It must be said that this was a bit of a professional habit.

Mori Yuesha knew nothing about spells.

"It's easier to behead it, right?" The girl gestured with a smile, her slightly drooping eyes making her look too delicate: "This monkey with scales is really ugly."

Dumbledore's smiling expression twitched for a moment...

"Ahem. Generally speaking, we don't recommend killing magical creatures directly..."

"But it will hurt me, right?" Mori Yuesha was much shorter than Dumbledore, so when the two of them were talking face to face, the girl had to look up at her.

Looking down from this angle, I could meet the girl's eyes.

In Dumbledore's eyes, this girl, whose personality was somewhat similar to his sister's, was too beautiful - from her hazy eyes, Dumbledore saw fog and sea.

There is a dreamy fog on the sea, and beneath the fog is a cold sea.

He hadn't seen such a beautiful person in many years. He was used to seeing naughty children and troublemakers, so such a soft and lovely girl won the heart of this middle-aged teacher.

Bastet had no idea of ​​the man's psychological activities, otherwise the black cat would have something to say.

——Ha, the second victim.

There is no need to say who the first one is.

The man stared at Mori Yuesha in deep thought. The girl, who had been acting cute for a long time, seemed a little bored. Her pitiful face instantly returned to expressionless, and she even pouted when she turned around.

"What a gentleman who loves animals."

Bastet slumped on her shoulders and didn't bother to pay attention to this two-faced psychopath.

"Passion? No, of course not." Dumbledore was in a daze for a moment, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his leather gloves, "I'm not. It seems that you haven't met someone you really 'love' yet."

"It's just that all problems cannot be solved by simply killing them. This is a very dangerous idea." Dumbledore thought that the little girl was in her rebellious period and didn't take it seriously at all: "Will you really do that? Such lovely creatures, with one spell, they will disappear from this world forever."

In response to him, the black cat looked at him with contempt: You really should meet Mr. Abdullah.

Mori Yuesha ignored the man's gentle questioning and looked at the iron cage.

The bathtub had been pushed back in place by the embarrassed circus employees a few minutes ago - these adult wizards had spent a lot of money and obviously didn't come to see the smelly sewer creatures.

So, is there anything new?

"Fresh?"

"I'm afraid your jaws will drop, kids!"

Skender leaned against the cage, shaking his head. Mori Yuesa noticed that there was a ruby ​​ring on his thick index finger.

"Let me show you my new find!"

"One of the hottest exhibits in the future of the old Skender Freak Show!"

"Come on! Come out here and let everyone see you!"

"Inferior female beast!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the animal pen was pushed open by a pair of women's hands.

Chapter 24 Blood Curse

A woman walked in.

She was wearing a dark purple gauze skirt, which was just thin enough to cover her body. Her slender waist was tightened, and her legs were covered with darker lace like fishtails.

The woman was dressed seductively, swaying and pushing open the animal pen: she had thick purple lipstick on, her eyeliner was seductively hooked upwards along the ends of her eyes, and her satin-like black hair was tied up on top of her head.

His face looked bleak and lifeless.

Mori Yuesha's eyes lit up.