Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The screen turned from dark to bright. On the financial news channel, a middle-aged man wearing an expensive suit but looking like a pregnant woman was talking. Next to him sat a female host with a good figure who seemed to him to know nothing.

'Current form...'

'In our country, people should...'

'The Ministry of Finance will initiate...'

"Wait a moment." Nagini put down her phone and poured another cup of tea for Mori Yuesha. "That show is very interesting. Arrietty told me about it. I heard that many female wizards in Kamar-Taj are following it."

"Chase?"

"It's a big reality show," Nagini said. "From the time the child was born until now, the protagonist has become very big. This is the most popular reality show in the United States, and the ratings have been far ahead in recent years."

“It’s not that all reality shows are…”

"This is absolutely true. I secretly watched a rerun." Nagini raised a finger, a smile flashing across her cold face: "It's a bit like our life."

"us?"

Mori Yuesa stretched her head closer to the small teacup held by Nagini, pursed her lips and took a sip of tea, like a quadriplegic.

"You'll know when you see it." Nagini took out a tissue and wiped her mouth. She put down the teacup, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and hugged Mori Yuesha familiarly.

He lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead.

The girl curled up comfortably in the maid's arms, rubbing against her like a kitten.

"Yuesha needs to work hard on making cards. We will soon be able to leave Kamar-Taj and travel around the world."

"It's a crazy trip around the world!"

"Okay, let's have fun."

"Hee...why are you so gentle, Nagini."

"Because I love you, Master."

The financial program ended with the pregnant man's confident stock market predictions, and was replaced by a short ice cream commercial. Then...

The crackling sound of AC and radio waves.

"The Truman Show" appeared in the center of the screen like lightning, and the rough golden letters seemed to bring people back to the programs produced by TV stations decades ago.

Nagini explained: "The audience had high demand for the earliest opening titles, and the production team did not replace them with the new ones in the end. Everyone has been following the show for many years, and they probably miss the old opening animations more than the latest ones."

"The program was originally broadcast 24 hours a day, but we temporarily inserted some economic news in the past few days."

The master and servant stopped talking and focused their attention on the screen in the room.

As soon as the show started, the ultra-high-definition camera was pointed directly at the protagonist’s face. Perhaps, this is the feature of this reality show?

The man had short chestnut-colored hair and seemed to be curled up on the sofa watching TV. He was wearing polka-dot pajamas and his unkempt beard had a few scattered hairs that had not been completely shaved.

Several small boxes on the screen display images from different angles, allowing curious viewers to see the channels the protagonist is watching - except for "The Truman Show," of course.

Truman Burbank, this is the small text typed at the bottom of the screen later. In addition, there is a line of starting date and a line of today's date displayed in the lower left corner.

Before Mori Yuesha could think about it carefully, she saw the man on the screen stand up from the sofa with a determined look on his face, squatting beside the low cupboard to search for something, and turning his head to look at the door from time to time - the all-round camera clearly showed that no one was at home.

He tiptoed like a thief, took out a black shoe box from the back of the cabinet, opened it, and stared at the arranged CDs, picking and choosing.

Pop out, push in.

The CD started playing and I sat back on the sofa, feeling satisfied.

Suddenly, blurry mosaics appeared out of thin air below the man's waist, forming a square horizontally and vertically, blocking it tightly.

drop--

Nagini pressed the button on her phone expressionlessly and ended the playback.

Mori Yuesha was watching with great interest.

"Nagini...?" She reached out to grab her phone: "Why aren't you watching it? What's that mosaic? What happened to him?"

The maid pulled up the quilt and wrapped the dishonest girl Sushi more tightly.

"He was starting the plane's engines. There's nothing pretty about that."

"But why-"

"Master." Nagini kissed her and interrupted, "Let's rest for a while."

Mori Yuesha was puzzled: "Are you... tired?"

Nagini raised her eyebrows seductively and pushed Mori Yuesha into the soft quilt with a seductive look.

"tired?"

"It's still early..."

Everyone has an engine, but the way to start it is different. Males like lever-type aircraft, the gears and occasional setbacks in the operation allow them to experience the feeling of being in control more realistically. Females are different, they prefer delicate and small push-button switches.

Chapter 8 Mordo's Chat

Mori Tsukisa fell in love with "The Truman Show".

Not only does this reality show show Mr. Burbank's daily life, but it also features many special guests and randomly selected, weird and wonderful people and audiences.

Mori Yuesha, who was spinning the "Wind of Watum" that she had successfully made today, said in a broken voice:

'That audience member...hahahaha! He...'

'He hid in a delivery box containing electrical appliances...'

'Mr. Burbank, read to the children who came to visit:'

'What Christmas present will this poor orphan who is deaf, dumb, stupid and blind receive?'

'The audience popped out of the box and said:'

'cancer!'

"Hahahahaha!"

Nagini smiled. As long as it could make Mori Yuesha happier during her boring "training", she didn't mind spending some time thinking about it.

"Have you communicated with other mages recently?"

Mori Yuesa held the candy bar and shook her head.

"They are too weak." He stuffed the candy into his mouth and smacked his lips twice: "If I'm not careful... I won't be able to explain to Sister Guangzi."

Sister Photon...

If the Ancient One knew the composition of your maternal makeup, she would definitely not be happy to hear this name.

"I see that Mordo and Mr. Casillas both like you very much." Nagini half-knelt on the carpet and immediately poured tea and handed biscuits to Mori Yuesha: "You can communicate more with them. The power of white magic is also very strong."

"If I get a chance I... Look, look, look—" Mori Yuesha suddenly pointed at the big screen: "This sister is so beautiful!"

Mr. Burbank was invited to participate in a company-like party today. The lady who ushered him in was obviously a member of the audience—half-length blonde hair, two long and slightly curled ponytails, a Gothic black dress, black high heels, red lips, and black eyeliner.

This is indeed the style that Mori Yuesha likes, Nagini thought.

Darkness…Eri?

"What is Dark Eriri? I already disliked her."

lie.

“Is this young lady a model?”

Nagini turned her head and carefully looked at the "guest audience" on the screen. Her movements and smiles were very consistent with the position of the camera, and every casual gesture perfectly showed her beautiful figure.

You can tell at a glance that this is a profession that often appears in front of the camera.

"Maybe she's a traveling model or actress, right?" Nagini didn't care. She patted the girl's fluffy head and asked, "Did you ask Ansuna to bring you a lot of comic books?"

“Hmm…?” Mori Yuesha looked up in confusion, with a look of surprise.

It’s as if I really don’t know.

"You're definitely not using it for viewing." Nagini rolled her eyes. "Stop pretending, little Mori Yuesha, you'd better not play any weird pranks in Kamar-Taj. The magic power of the Ancient One is terrifying."

"Oh."

What does Mori Yuesha’s prank have to do with Nobita Nobi?

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door outside the 'palace'.

"Hold on."

The person who came was the Master Modu.

The dark figure was dressed in a black robe, and in the dim light of the evening, he looked like a bottle of mineral water spilled into a pond.

Anyway, Mori Yuesha is hard to tell.

"Hello, Mr. Planeswalker." Considering the attitude of the Supreme Mage and the aftermath of the battle, the mages who had watched the battle treated Sen Yuesha with a certain degree of respect.

"Hi——" Mori Yuesha, with one foot bare and the other in a slipper, leaned against the bed with her back bent, and shouted from afar across the corridor: "What do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Bolt?"

Mordo:......

Nagini dodged with a headache, blocking Mori Yuesha behind her.

"The master is resting, you...?"

"Excuse me." Modu bowed slightly, with a hint of apology on his dark face: "I don't know when I will be free, I want to communicate with Mori Yuesha..."

The sound of clacking came from far away and got closer. Nagini sighed and turned sideways helplessly to greet her master. Mori Yuesha ran over and hugged Nagini's waist, almost knocking the maid down.

"I I I I'm free right now! Let's go Bolt!"

"...then I'm sorry to bother you."

Do all creatures from the multiverse have bad memories?

…………

……

Kamar-Taj was built in the shape of a U-shaped Chinese character, with a large open space in the middle, which can be called a yard or a training ground. From the side of the site, hanging on the carved mountain wall, you can see the mountains in the distance.

Mordo led Mori Yuesha, and Nagini followed four or five steps away.

"I'm sorry to bother you so early in the evening."

Mori Yuesha shook her head: "There's no need to use honorifics. Guangzi and I are very familiar with each other."

Mordo smiled and said, "I have heard those things from the Supreme Sorcerer. You traveled through the multiverse and came to Earth once, several decades ago. You... don't seem to have changed at all?"

"It may seem like many years to you, but to me it's just the difference between going out and coming in."

Like a dimensional gate?

"That's about the same." Mori Yuesha said, "So for me, it's just a few months of not seeing each other."

Mo Du understood. He looked at the sky, took off his robe and put it on Sen Yuesha.

"Planeswalker, can you summon servants at will?"

This was his second question. Compared to the evil creatures in the dimension, he had never seen a planeswalker before - this magical creature seemed to be able to use something called a "deck", so to be an enemy of a planeswalker was like facing an army head-on.

"After the contract is signed, the planeswalker can use the contracted servants and spells at will."

"no limit?"

"Of course." Mori Yuesha tightened Bolt's shawl: "Our mana comes from a card called "Land". After being plundered or given, the "Land" will continuously provide mana to its owner. "

Mordo changed his position without leaving a trace, standing on the outside of the cliff to block the cold wind for Mori Yuesha: "Apparently this "Earth" card is full of magic."

"That's right. There are many types of "lands" that can be formed, including those that are contaminated by magic, those that leave behind legends, and those that gather the huge thoughts of living things. All we have to do is borrow the "lands" that we like and use them for our own purposes."

"Borrow it?" Modu looked strange.

"Borrow it."

"That sounds a lot like the tone of the Supreme Sorcerer." The man smiled. "It seems that the Planeswalkers are much superior to us. You know, even white magic has a price." The other side of Kamar-Taj is a place where pure ascetics live.