Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

After the twisting and harsh bending sound, there was a noisy roar of collapse.

Rumble…

Bang.

Yellow dust blew in my face.

When the dust settled a little, everyone could see clearly that the heavy iron door in front of them had been forced open to leave a gap wide enough for one person to pass through: the metal shaft connecting the two sides of the iron wall was visibly bent outward and cracked, and the black and shiny metal shaft as thick as a wrist was twisted in half.

Bastet: ...

"I can't wait!" The girl leaned over and went in. The echo spread as her voice came from inside: "Socks!"

"There's a light in there!"

Imhotep looked at Ansuna helplessly, took his lover's hand and followed in.

"The strong woman is so scary." Bast grabbed Nagini's hand and jumped down.

…………

This is a relatively uncomplicated area.

From the moment she entered the door, diamond-shaped, translucent gem-like lights illuminated the girl's sight. The triangular golden gem above her head, which was magnified countless times, was always burning, as if it had been emitting lazy light mist for a long time. They poured down from the center of the gem and fell on a white stone slab in the center.

Only the color of that slate was different from the others.

The smooth and dust-free white stone slabs reflect light in all directions. The sextants and globes that can be seen everywhere are inlaid with black gems. Thick pillars support the empty hall.

Following the light path on the stone slab under your feet, below the golden gem, there are three lines of simple patterns engraved on the black monument.

Just like the ones in front of the tomb just now.

Imhotep pulled Ansuna to the stone slab and read it while translating it for Mori Yuesha: "There are some warnings written on it."

"Most of them warn people not to be greedy and not to show their dragons to people who are not from their tribe..."

"My Lord...we need--"

"grown ups??"

Mori Yuesha moved as she listened, and under Bast's helpless gaze, the girl really stepped on it dishonestly - the white stone slab suddenly sank!

Click.

After the crisp unlocking sound, hexagonal black stone walls rose rapidly from the ground on all sides of Mori Yuesha, trapping the girl inside.

"Hey?"

"can you hear me?"

"Master!" Nagini banged on the wall outside, and the vibration sound came in. This circle of walls is not soundproof, or the people who built this place did not consider that more than one tribe member would enter at a time.

"I'm fine... in here..."

"ah…"

"I SAW A DRAGON!!"

Unlike the smooth walls on the outside, the walls on the inside of the hexagonal circle were made into small squares - behind each transparent small window pane, there was an oval dragon egg of different colors and patterns.

Some are already empty.

Hmm... can dragon eggs be stored in a grid like chicken eggs?

"I saw a dragon! A dragon! A dragon egg!"

"I know, I know!" Bastet scratched the wall twice in annoyance, but found that she couldn't leave any marks: "Why do you always do this, Mori Yuesha?"

"I knew you had to step on it!"

"Because I'm smart."

"Because you have ADHD." The black cat squatted outside the hexagonal wall and began to talk about what he had promised: "Listen carefully, Planeswalker. I am now ready to complete our transaction."

Nagini, who was whispering with Imhotep, quickly stopped talking, and only Bastet's serious voice echoed in the empty hall.

“The dragons of the Son of Wind tribe do not belong to them. In other words, they are not the masters of these dragons. It is their luck to be favored by the dragons.” The black god confided the unknown secret, his oily green eyes staring at the golden gem above his head.

"These dragons may not seem powerful in front of creatures like you - perhaps they cannot defeat Imhotun. But they have extremely outstanding adaptability and growth capabilities. Do you understand what I mean?"

There was a creaking sound from the black wall.

Bastet: ...

"The more powerful the companions they follow, and the more battles they experience, the more terrifying they will be. The most suitable creature I can think of is a creature like a planeswalker who travels around."

Inside the wall: squeak.

Bastet: "Will you listen?"

There was a silent voice inside the wall: Listen.

"Well, listen carefully. I will tell you the difference between the seven kinds of dragons..."

Inside the wall: squeak, squeak.

"Mori Tsukisa!"

Chapter 76 Diary Page

…………

In my youth, there were dragons here.

I write this down now just for the record: to record that there were dragons here.

I have no idea when we became friends with dragons. As far back as I can remember, my father told me:

-Miatitur, my child...you were born with everything.

——We grew up in the embrace of the sky. It watched us, loved us, and had pity on us.

——We control the dragons and we look down on the earth.

In my long life, I have heard many proverbs and philosophies. Most of the people who said them are dead, and not many of the people who listened to them are still alive.

All I remember today are my father’s words.

The words my father said.

I remember every word.

From the time I lay on the floor and twisted my wind-up figurine until I attended the dance independently, he always looked at me kindly, stroked my shoulders and cheeks quietly, and told me over and over again.

Miati Tuer Doyel Ulu Laputa: You must be firm, be cautious, and be full of wisdom;

You must be eloquent, but not aggressive and sophistry; you must not be keen on fighting and plundering, but you must not be too weak and bullied; you can be fickle and vicious, but you cannot be stupid and stubborn; you can be extremely affectionate, but you cannot entrust your heart to others;

At all times, we must reserve room for retreat, protect our people, and preserve the heritage and bloodline of the Sons of Wind.

Miatitour Doyel Ulu Laputa, Your Majesty, your every word and action will determine the future of the Sons of Wind.

Every time I wake up from a dream at midnight, my father's words always ring in my ears, sweeping across my soft pillow in a muffled voice. At that time, I open my eyes from the dream again, dive into the thick clouds again, put on a gorgeous long dress, dress elegantly, and stand on the high platform where everyone is paying attention.

Standing in the center of the cities above the sky, he raised his wine glass and greeted his people.

This is my full name.

Miatitour Doyel Ulu Laputa.

Doyel means 'true' and Ulu means 'king'.

I am the new king of this generation who rules over the Sons of the Wind.

We have advanced technology. The energy radiating from the huge diamond-shaped cubic crystal can easily drive an entire city - even countless cities rely on these huge crystals that are two people tall to float.

We have loyal soldiers. Robots that can fight under the sea, on land, and in the air have long been developed. In the lower part of each floating castle, there are countless troops stored. When we arrive, it will be the mark of the enemy's demise.

We have graceful dragons. Many years ago, before my father's father was born, these lovely creatures settled in the cities. Perhaps we can float as well? Anyway, they are not too bored, and are even curious about us. Slowly, some brave people try to contact and live with them.

On a certain day, a day that was not recorded in the books.

A warrior rode it and flew into the sky.

From that time on, the Sons of Wind had dragons.

We have gained their favor.

As the future king, I naturally have one too - she is Light Fury. Although her name sounds fierce, she is actually...very cute.

When she is angry, her eyes will turn mauve, and she will be round and bulging; when she is happy, her color will be lighter, and her white and tender skin will feel smooth. Unlike other dragon companions of the tribe, my little cutie is unique.

She doesn't even look a bit like a dragon.

When I was at a party or working, this guy would hide in the corner and stare at me with his big eyes. Maybe he was wondering where my fish and fresh meat were hidden. When I went to meet a boy, this dragon, who rarely did anything naughty, would lick my skirt and smear his sticky saliva on my head. How could I meet my date with such an ugly and impolite look?

This also directly led to the postponement of my marriage date.

Oh, and in addition to being invisible, she can also spit out energy storms in the form of fans or columns. My father doesn't like this (he's seen the cutie blow a storm that melted a whole lot of human flesh), but I guess as long as it's to protect me, I don't mind.

Dragons are like this. Apart from liking those shiny gems and lying in them to act coquettishly and roll around, they are just like our friends under our feet - the animals loved by those weirdos in ancient Egypt. They sleep for a long time every day, and when they wake up, they either eat or play with their tails (some dragons without tails will play with the tails of other dragons). Once they have something important to do, it is difficult to find them.

Rather than the "control" that my father mentioned, it is better to say "symbiosis". Yes, with the dragon clan, we can finally deceive ourselves that we are not a lonely race.

This is how I lived and grew up with my little cutie - if you ask me why I didn't give her a name, I have to say that you hit the nail on the head.

Because I can't.

My father once told me carefully that when you give a dragon a name, your relationship with it will be distorted. Others can do the same, calling their companions "Chimney" or "Jewel" or any other elegant or vulgar fancy name.

But the king can't.

A king cannot get too close to any creature—the same goes for dragons.

So, whenever other tribesmen call their dragons by unique names, I feel a little embarrassed to call her. She... doesn't seem to care? I'm not sure, but since she grew up, she rarely goes with me to meet other dragons.

Maybe this is caring, but she doesn't want to express her care to me.

Later, as the days grew longer, I spent more and more time dealing with government affairs.

I met a man.

Sarro Paul Ulu Laputa.

Paul means "vice king". Although this name belongs to the royal family, it is always "vice". This made them very unhappy - I only found out later.

This man was very ambitious, but I didn't notice this when I was in love with him. But the little cutie often got hurt - her legs were scratched, her head was smashed. I always thought she was just being willful and playful, and I once took her to find the tribe members and asked them to take care of their dragons.

Later, she was poisoned.

To be honest, at that moment, I guessed the answer. But... I ignored it - because of my father's instructions as a king: How much effort do you have to put in to make an animal fly?

So, although my timely discovery saved the little cutie's life, my indifference also hurt her heart.

A few days later, she flew away and disappeared.

But I still have to deal with countless government affairs, and I also have to consider Sarro's "crime". After all, he is my husband.

——What I didn’t expect was that he didn’t think so.

"I am your slave, the vice king who will never be able to ascend the throne. Vice, a good name, right?" He looked at me fiercely and repeated it over and over again.

I finally realized that this was no longer a problem between the two of us: it was a problem between two groups of people with different positions.

Then, the dragon was manipulated to spit out fire and lightning, destroying the city wall.

I stumbled out and saw this scene: the artillery system was turned on, constantly and randomly firing at the ground; every floating city activated its autonomous defense barrier, and robots rushed out like a wave, covering the sky and the earth, slaughtering civilians according to orders.

On that day, the royal family and the vice-kingdom started a war, using their own homes as the battlefield.

Chapter 77 Diary Page

I was in civilian clothes, running in the rain of fire.

Sarro rode his dragon and followed me like a cat playing with mouse. He sat on the dragon's back without drawing the knife from his waist. He just folded his hands, teasing and mocking me.