Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

They pay the 'price' for those mages who use white magic.

You heard it right, they cannot use magic, have no talent, and have little adaptability - they are just simple ascetics who bear the cost of using magic for those mages.

Let’s put it this way, in Kamar-Taj or the entire lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme, there is only one person who can manipulate magic out of thin air and borrow energy without paying a price.

Master Ancient One, the pinnacle of the Sanctuary of the Holy, the guardian of the mysterious side of the Earth, and the most powerful Supreme Sorcerer in thousands of years.

Chapter 9 Simple Truth

"Broken bones, stomach perforation, skin burns—"

"Bleeding gums, muscle aches, migraines—"

Whether it is a big or small injury, the ascetics bear it. The reason why they endure it is all due to the mission of the Supreme Mage lineage.

Protect the mysterious side of the earth from invasion by foreign enemies.

The mages fought, and they suffered.

Mori Yuesa bit her fingers and sighed vaguely.

“It’s great.”

"The Supreme Sorcerer is indeed great. She taught me how to overcome my inner demons and led me into a new world." Mordo murmured as he looked at the mountains in the distance at night with longing.

"Ah? I mean those ascetics." Mori Yuesha blinked: "Sister Guangzi relies on robbery."

"Those ascetics?" Mordu looked at Sen Yuesha, a hint of coping with children flashed in his eyes: "They volunteered, it was a necessary sacrifice."

Mordo does not think that the ascetics who bear the pain are more miserable than those who fight on the front line. Each of them has their own troubles and scars, but they are fighting for the same goal.

So sacrifice is necessary.

"Hmm...what a righteous statement."

"We have always advocated order." Mordo raised his chin.

Mori Yuesha kicked the stones under her feet, and the sharp black polygonal stones rolled down the cliff, hitting the rock wall with a clang clang clang sound, and then the sound gradually faded away.

“Is it really order?”

Mori Yuesha's question made Modu frown: "What do you mean, sir?"

"Here, look." Mori Yuesha pointed to a crooked purple wildflower under the stone railing: "Order and chaos are two distinct rivers. Do you think protecting the earth is order? I think it is "order with choices" or "protection with a stance." "

“Not really order.”

Just like this wild flower, it blooms and then withers. What if the destruction of the earth is also part of the order?

Destroyed, and then reorganized and reborn ten thousand years later.

Destruction, germination, and cycle. This is a kind of supreme rule. Humans, parasites on the earth, try to break this rule.

"So - everyone just has choices and positions to barely maintain most of the order." Mori Yuesha's dark eyes looked over, with thousands of stars in them: "Human society is an oval, and only the fattest middle has a stable order - the top and the bottom are chaotic, do you agree?"

"In other words, humans themselves are chaotic creatures that yearn for order."

It can be seen that Master Mordo is not very happy, he does not agree with Mori Yuesha's point of view. In the eyes of this battle-hardened wizard, humans are extremely standard, standard order-side creatures that cannot be more standard.

"Oh. That's fine."

Whatever you call it?

"That is, I agree with you."

Mori Yuesha turned around, and her long robe fluttered like a cloak. The rustling black color surrounded the snow-white figure, and it looked very beautiful against the ink color.

"Because I'm not sure what 'right' is. You and I are just chatting casually on the edge of a cliff. We are even different races - what does right and wrong have to do with each other? I'm not one of those big idiots who has a hideous face behind the screen and wants to convince others with just a flick of his finger."

Facing the moonlight that has not yet fully risen, white and silver flow across the girl's teardrops, adding a sense of mystery to the lady at night.

"There's one thing my mother was right about."

"Only creatures who have never been able to see the truth in their entire lives will try to see the truth in their entire lives." The girl rolled up a strand of black hair and twirled it around: "People like us - we just need to move forward step by step, and the truth will appear before our eyes as scheduled like the sun tomorrow."

"What's the rush?"

Mordo lost his temper.

He could use many ways to convince the little girl, using his personal experience, his age advantage, his profound magic, and the strange things he had seen and heard. But, he could not convince her with the length of his life.

She is an immortal. In her eyes, truth and right and wrong are like cheese placed in another room. As long as she waits quietly and moves slowly, she will get them sooner or later.

And humans have to painfully burn their lives for this.

"So humans are a great race too."

Mori Yuesa finally came to a conclusion.

Without talking about order and chaos, and just talking about humans, she was indeed amazed by this race.

They have the contradictory dual nature of God and Demon. Looking at history, it is not difficult to see that there are people who provoke wars on their own, killing their own kind and leaving corpses everywhere; at the same time, there are also people who sacrifice themselves, burn their souls and light up the new era.

They are contradictory, yet unified. Sometimes they are passionate and generous, sometimes depressed and angry; they are cruel, cowardly, mean, selfish, and greedy; they are fair, sincere, firm, compassionate, and brave.

They are complex enough, complex enough for creatures in the multiverse to recognize them.

Recognize this group of powerful and strange creatures.

Mordo raised an eyebrow: "Should I say thank you?"

"Of course not, as long as everyone has fun." Mori Yuesha took a few quick steps, opened her arms not far away, turned around under the giant tree in the courtyard, and said with a smile showing her little white teeth.

"Have fun, be proud of your own race, but don't look down on other races. Live in harmony, fight in harmony, live and die in harmony - show me all the interesting stories, let me go through all the fun experiences -"

“This is the meaning of travel!”

Her long dark hair bloomed finely, forming a dark flower that blended into the night under the tree. Clusters of honey-scented flowers suddenly bloomed from behind her, and a gentle giant beast nestled in it, snoring softly.

There are patches of dreamy purple jungles, faint amber pink smudged by a naughty painter, and quiet lakes reflecting the waves.

The girl's waist swayed, and her simple skirt twirled with tender green leaves picked at random. She seemed to have a recorder tucked around her waist. In the favor of the vast forest, she was as beautiful as a heart-pounding poem.

She said: 'We are all each other's stories.'

In the fairy tale, landslides and tsunamis shattered everything. The early morning was scorching and the night was dangerous - but the traveler was steadfast in crossing the mountains and streams. As he walked, he opened the map and saw a petal that had not yet decayed.

She jumped up and down holding a coconut, and rode on a lion with a loud scream; she climbed up the steepest rock wall and spliced ​​the petals on the map onto the broken pistil halfway up the cliff.

She returned the petals excitedly and looked at herself.

'This is a traveler's story.'

Mordo fell into a hazy trance, and a cold whisper shattered the illusion.

Nagini stood beside him for a long time, her hands folded.

"It's time to go back, Master."

Mordo took a step back in fear, stretched out his hand, and his face and neck were covered with sweat...

Mori Yuesha took off her robe, handed it back to the wizard who was sweating all over, and stuck out her tongue.

“…Your face turned black with fright.”

"I'm going back now. Goodbye, Mr. Bolt."

The sullen-faced maid followed the girl away, and the tinkling sound of the bells gradually disappeared into the night.

Mordo let out a sigh of relief.

monster…

Chapter 10 A Little Prank

The full name of the mage Mordo is Carl Mordo. The specific information about him is unknown, but I heard that he and Casillas don't get along well.

Who did you hear that from?

Everyone.

Casillas sneered: "Because he is too strict with the rules. As the loyal dog of the Supreme Mage, it is difficult for him not to bite those who don't follow the rules."

The man was still dressed neatly today - first of all, his neatness was out of tune with most of the mages in Kamar-Taj. Mori Yuesha also smelled a faint scent of cologne.

Wasn't he a lawyer or a doctor?

Um...psychologist?

"The book you wanted." Taking the heavy old book from the librarian, Casillas led Mori Yuesha to the other side of the library: several small wooden tables and chairs.

Sit down and put away a pile of books.

"The Book of Vishanti, The Book of the Dark God, The Book of Cagliostro" - Casillas arranged the three books side by side, "The Supreme Sorcerer has given you the permission to borrow them at will. You are the first one in ten years."

Mori Yuesha hooked her fingers and clicked across the cover of the book. It had strange patterns and was made of strange metal. The cover was very thick.

"You don't seem to like Sister Guangzi very much?"

Casillas was silent for a moment, then said: "I'm just confused."

What are you confused about?

"Confused about what she said." The man rubbed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, leaning his elbows on the table, and looked a little tired: "How did we get to Kamar-Taj, you have heard about it, right?"

Mori Yuesha pulled over the "Book of Dark God", opened it casually, and nodded.

"Except for those ascetics or mages who grew up in Kamar-Taj, me, Mordo and Hamil all joined halfway - the Ancient One saved me."

"Mr. Bolt said the same thing." He flipped over a page and realized that the book was not as thick as it looked. It was not only incredibly thin, but also incomplete.

Mr. Bolt? Casillas was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, Master Ancient One has saved many people. I mean, we all have our own reasons for practicing magic."

“So the purpose is different.”

The man raised his eyes and stared at Mori Yuesha meaningfully: "Of course. After seeing the power of magic, who would easily take it as their responsibility to 'save the world'?"

Casillas rubbed his temple and skipped over some of the questions without knowing the meaning: "Everyone has their own ideas."

"Oh." Mori Yuesha lowered her head, closed the book, and changed to another one. She said casually, "Magic can do a lot of things."

The man retorted: "There are many things that cannot be done."

"for example?"

"For example..." The man's eyes were filled with wrinkles and folds: "Resurrect someone."

Casillas stared at Mori Yuesha seriously.

Mori Yuesa knew what he meant.

Bang.

Closing the book, the girl held her face with one hand and replied quietly: "Yes, it's impossible."

Casillas: "If..."

"Mr. Kardashian, you should think more about it——"

"My name is Casillas."

"You should read some books that help your memory." The man smiled and shook his head, no longer as serious as before. "It's just a fragile cry of a human being who is about to fall or drown. Miss Mori Yuesha, you don't need to comfort me."

Mori Yuesha stacked up the three books one by one: "I am not comforting you, Casio. I am just telling you that this path will not work." She raised her head and said seriously: "I have tried to extract souls. Although it did not involve the 'resurrection' you mentioned, I think it is not far away."

Casillas suddenly stared: he pressed hard on the table, trying his best to lower his voice, like an innocent boy who was in love for the first time, with nervousness and desire in his eyes.

"You..." He asked hoarsely, "Did you succeed?"

Mori Yuesa waved her hands regretfully.

"Failed. The soul is a very strange thing. I think if you have someone you want to resurrect - let's assume you have one. You'd better seek help from Master Ancient One instead of studying these books blindly. It's difficult for mortals to bear these things."

Mori Yuesha patted the tall pile of big books.

Of course, Casillas knew about Mori Tsukisha's warning. Was there any need to say more? The words changed every time. As he kept turning the pages, he reached out and poked the sheepskin surface, gently tickling his fingertips - they pulled him little by little, hoping that he would read them.