Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The pink little tongue stuck out, and there was another inhalation sound around.

All the mages: No no no no! We don’t like it now! We just want the CP of the gentle top maid and the tsundere and greedy bottom master ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!

Gu Yi smiled and glanced over his shoulder.

A moment of silence.

The young mages who had just been grinning had their hands behind their backs, their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts, all serious and silent - we are steady and dignified mysterious mages, we are powerful and knowledgeable - we will not ship CP casually, and we will not smile foolishly at the two graceful ladies.

We are the new generation of Kamar-Taj.

No!

I won’t eat it!

Whoever wants to eat it can eat it!

'The Supreme Sorcerer's eyes are so scary.'

"Yes, yes, I'm the maid's top!"

"I'm really worried about those important books getting lost..."

"Yes, yes, the maid's fingers are so long! Her master must be very lucky..."

"Master Mordo looks very tired, should we not go over and cause trouble?"

"Yes, yes, Ms. Mori Tsukisa's vagina is so plump... I want to bury it..."

'I hope those rare copies have not been damaged...'

"Yeah, yeah, do you think two girls would make it twice as fast..."

The girls who grew up together have long since developed an eye network for "offline silent communication". Even if their faces are calm, their eyes rolling around from time to time betray them.

Gu Yi sighed tiredly.

What should I do with her, the daughter of my boss.

It seems that there is no going back to Kamar-Taj now, right?

"Mori Tsukisa."

"Here!" Mori Yuesha's serious expression revealed a flattering look: "Hey, Sister Guangzi, do you want to eat French crispy sugar pudding..."

Furuichi wanted to rub her face hard.

This dead kid.

"Since you like this library so much, as a punishment, leave a record in the Kamar-Taj Library." Ancient One thought of a punishment that was not really a punishment. However, the writing left by a planeswalker could be considered a treasure of this library.

That's a planeswalker.

"Record?"

Mori Yuesha finally dared to come out from behind Nagini's skirt.

——If you are so scared, don’t play a prank!

"You can write anything. Generally speaking, wizards who can handle tasks independently are qualified to leave their own experiences in the library—either unique insights into spells, or records of events or creatures that have never been recorded."

Ancient One opened his folding fan with a snap. "Leave something for the young wizards who are yet to enter the world. Write something for those who firmly believe that materialism is supreme and that magic does not exist in the world."

"It's a big challenge to make them believe in the existence of magic. Generally speaking, even for people who have seen it with their own eyes, it's difficult to get rid of the established ideas that have been formed in their brains for many years."

Mori Yuesha asked curiously: "Is this the future you see?"

The bald lady smiled back.

Just write when I ask you to.

"Oh." Mori Yuesha rubbed the sole of her shoe: "Then... I'll just write "Stupid! Magic exists - Mori Yuesha", okay?"

Gu Yi was so angry that his teeth were itching.

What do you say?

"I don't think so." She asked herself the question and answered it herself. Like a responsible employee, Mori Yuesha patted her chest and saluted mischievously: "I will work hard and write seriously! Please rest assured, Sister Guangzi!"

"Comic books... this won't happen again, right?"

"Not anymore!"

"Rest well, Kamar-Taj welcomes 'well-behaved' girls."

"no problem!"

Seeing Gu Yi leaving with a fan, Mori Yuesha cried out "Wow" and threw herself into Nagini's arms, swinging her arms vigorously.

"I'm being bullied——!"

"good."

Nagini gently rubbed the girl's waist and back, caressing and comforting her. Amid the hot gazes of the crowd like high-powered searchlights, she lifted up Mori Yuesha's black hair and kissed the girl's forehead.

"Are you feeling happier?"

"…Yeah. My feet hurt."

"You've been standing for too long. Thank you for your hard work today, Master."

"Want to hug."

"Okay. Let's go back and rub it for you?"

"Hee... Nagini is up to something bad."

"This is normal, I'm a grown woman."

"I'm still underage, Nagini."

"Isn't that more..."

"Shh…hold me."

The maid bent down, picked up Mori Yuesha in her princess arms, and turned to leave.

Leaving behind were a group of young mages with starry eyes.

I%￥@＃*＆——

Knock! Explode!!

Can you have a blast?!

Explosion!!!

A giant lily shattered the barrier of Kamar-Taj, and in the future, it will flourish.

Chapter 12 Humans will never learn magic

When the moist night breeze from the lawn outside the house blew through the window sill covered with green vines, Chihiro got the gold coin she had always longed for.

This story begins half a month ago.

The father couldn't resist the noise of the children and finally agreed.

but.

"Where can I find it? They both won't tell me. Gold coins, or the older the better. What kind of request is that?" The father was leaning on the spacious sofa, his socks half taken off, mumbling. "You always spoil them."

The mother took off her apron and sat on the chair backwards, her arms casually hanging over the back of the chair and swaying back and forth. "Just think of it as a reward. The children want it, but you always interfere. You can't buy them a few golf clubs? When the time comes, will you use them or will they use them?"

"That's a good idea... Let's teach them now!" The father threw his socks away, turned his head and looked at the three children sitting in a row, and made a batting motion with great interest. "Ladies and gentlemen, come and experience a gentleman's sport."

"Come on, you gentlemen all talk about is "Miss", I don't want my children to be like you..."

"Like what happened to me?"

The three children looked at each other, and finally the mother won the hearts of the people. She clapped her hands and made the decision: any reward can be discussed, but please first get a score that satisfies both of them in the exam in half a month.

So this evening, my father took out a warm and slightly wet golden coin from his wrinkled trousers with a helpless look on his face.

"I'm not telling you to learn from your two older brothers..." The father pursed his lips and looked his youngest daughter up and down. Her dark brown curly hair was exactly like his - she always looked listless, as if a certain moment was fixed on her face.

It was like a few of his friends were talking to him about which girl was pretty, but when they met they found out that her nose was not a nose and her eyes were not eyes. Apart from turning back to glare at those friends who were giggling, he felt that the expression on his face was just like that of his little daughter now - she seemed to have fixed that moment on her face.

“Stop thinking about weird things all the time…” When he complained to his wife before going to bed, the word “no future” that his father was about to say was changed to “not very ambitious”.

"She told me, 'This is to reward the white dragon.' Tell me, what is a white dragon?"

The wife's giggle made the husband even more dissatisfied.

"I say you should stop pampering her. Look at her two older brothers. One is "A New Way of Arithmetic" and the other is "How to Succeed in the Technological Age". Where is your favorite little daughter?"

Speaking of his youngest daughter, the husband's sour sarcasm became even stronger. His wife sniffed her nose and burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Your beloved little daughter actually wants a gold coin? I thought this 'ancient, old' gold coin could bring me a surprise - for example, she told me that she was studying collections and history recently, and told me how much profit I would get in a few years - anyway, it doesn't matter if she's wrong, she's not that old, it's good enough for her to know these things. How could it be a 'white dragon'?!"

"I thought she was suddenly interested in antiques..."

"Yes, yes, there are also flower fairies and dwarves, castles in the sky, steaming staffs, and slippery mermaids." The wife continued, not knowing whether she was teasing her husband or her daughter, but the rebuttal in her words made her husband understand. "My daughter is practicing 'magic', and she always needs some 'mediums'. The immortal flower I bought last week and the hammer I bought a month ago."

"Don't always spoil the fun."

The husband was still mumbling, and his wife gathered his hair and gently patted his hand. "She wants to summon magical creatures for her classmates at the ceremony, so let her do it."

"Can you summon a——" The husband swallowed his curse words, glanced at his wife with a bad face, and said sullenly: "It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing! You should pay attention to your work. Look at the children in the class, who is not calculating...?"

"I don't ask him to be as smart as the top student or his two brothers, but at least, at least be serious, right? Studying finance or becoming a doctor, isn't that good? Even studying law or business. Summoning a white dragon... hum." The husband grumbled in dissatisfaction. "It's okay for a girl to study literature..."

"I'm so nervous all day long..."

The husband has high expectations for the three children in the family - perhaps because of his businessman nature, men always like to calculate the input-return ratio on their fingers: down to every meal, down to the furniture in the house and the children's tuition.

The child’s own future or financial prospects are no exception.

The couple's ceremony was held in the school auditorium. The sun was not very bright that day, and the children were dressed properly - not the uniforms. School uniforms are generally similar in style, and it may be difficult to keep these active little guys from pulling their collars and rolling up their arms.

Chihiro's program was the last one. I don't know if it was because the teacher wanted to save the best for last, or was afraid that it would be too "exciting" and putting it at the beginning would make it difficult for those who performed later. In any case, she was the last one.

The only beam of light in the auditorium shone on little Chihiro as she stepped on the wooden floor.

Looking down from the stage, it was pitch black, and the buzzing voices could be heard more clearly from above. She coughed lightly and took out a thin wooden stick about 30 centimeters long from her cloth bag - the bag was bulging with a lot of things.

Little Chihiro made a few strokes in the air, and to the astonishment of the children and teachers, a small piece of paper shining with silver spots appeared out of thin air - the small spots of light became more and more, and the piece of paper grew bigger, until it was twice as high as Little Chihiro - and now it was not the only beam of light, the entire auditorium was filled with small silver light strips.

Some students reached out to grab it out of curiosity, rubbed it in their hands for a while and threw it out. It changed its shape, but it still floated above their heads, sparkling.

In the blink of an eye, many strange things jumped out of the tall silver light gate - old men as tall as them.

His arms alone looked thicker than the thighs of the young physical education teacher, and he had a lot of soft beard on his chin. He reached out to take the hammer handed to him by Xiao Qianxun, then turned around and waved at the silver light - another bunch of things rushed out.

Palm-sized children with two long wings jumped out in groups, lined up in a row, and after getting Chihiro's consent, they scattered in the auditorium like shattered stars.

These little fellows who were having fun playing drums and gongs were not like those silver spots that could be caught and rubbed by children. As soon as you stretched out your hand, they would flap their long wings and hide far away.

They kept beating mini drums or strumming toothpick-sized harps with their hands, and while making the tinkling sounds, they did not forget to shake their heads at the crowd, signaling them to listen carefully and not to take any action - it is worth mentioning that the leader of this group of little guys, oh, the one taking the lead was chattering around Chihiro, saying something, and glanced angrily at the group of little guys who were playing - it seemed that they were too noisy, but he also knew that this situation was caused by his companions.

It knelt on Chihiro's shoulders, grabbed her little earlobes with both hands and shouted a few words. The girl nodded and took out a small transparent box from her cloth bag, which contained a bright rose.

The leader waved his hand, and led a few flower elves to lift the small box with great effort and fly into the light spot.

That's the reward.

Then there were the fat cat with wings, the tape family having lunch, the bottle of wine that they drank from, the fish without fins. They flew in and out through the silver light spots, swam into the auditorium, circled around Chihiro, leaned over and kissed her cheek, and then skipped off the stage to play with students and teachers.

The last one to appear was a dragon - a young white dragon.

It emerged from the silver spots, holding its neck high, its scales creating circles of halos in the light. Even as a little dragon, this guy had to retract his claws: hiding like a cat to avoid damaging the stage made of wooden boards that could be damaged by a slight touch.

He looked down at Chihiro with some contempt, and when this weak human took out a glittering golden treasure from his pocket, he reluctantly lowered his noble head to let Chihiro touch it.

The sharp horns were a bit prickly, but the scales were slippery and comfortable. He pressed his palm against Xiaolong's head, and the vibrations from his breathing and the heavy heartbeat were transmitted to Xiao Qianxun through his palm.

He took the coin in his mouth, looked at the human with satisfaction, and then slowly swallowed it, spread his wings, and flew up. The wind blew up the corners of Chihiro's clothes, and several flower fairies screamed and were carried away by the wind. They didn't care about the instruments in their hands or the tunes they were playing, and they flapped their wings with all their strength to fight against the whirlwind brought by the white dragon.

The white shadow circled above the auditorium, and when the children's shouts of surprise gradually weakened, he opened his mouth and exhaled, spewing out crystal clear frost.

The cold wind blew on our bodies like a mischief, but it was not bone-chilling. Some brave students even stood on chairs and scooped out the frost with their hands - the frost condensed on the wall and gradually froze into a picture.

Hundreds of giant dragons were circling in the air with their wings spread out, covering the sky and blocking the sun. The dragon at the end of the group of dragons in the mural, the one with its claws stretched out to command, seemed very similar to the one circling above the auditorium now - humph, it seems that the dreams of dragons are not much different from those of humans.