Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

On the wide workbench was a forearm-high metal product, which looked like it had just been welded with a crude structural frame. Mori Yuesha followed Tony like a little tail, looking around, touching this, stepping on that with her toes...

She actually likes this style.

"You know anything about mechanics?"

"I don't understand."

Tony scoffed, "You say you like this 'style', but you don't understand it at all? It's like someone who loves the Baroque style but can't see Italy on the map."

"Are you trying to call me 'shallow'?"

Mori Yuesa looked at him.

Tony shrugged and pouted: "Maybe?"

A small fist responded to him.

"Broken leg warning."

Superficial people are not scary. What is scary is that they have the ability to break your legs and stand two meters away from you and stare at you.

"I tried to copy and improve the blueprints I found in the cave that day." Tony pushed aside the screwdrivers and a pile of screws of different sizes on the table. "I--you don't seem to understand me either? I want to ask, from your perspective as a 'magician', what do you think of that armor?"

"How about it?"

Tony nodded: "Is it a threat to you...?"

"What do you want to do?" Mori Yuesha pointed at the steel skeleton gauntlet on the table: "Is this toy a weapon?"

Toy…

Tony Stark pursed his lips, pushed Mori Yuesha away childishly, raised his right arm, and put it vertically into the gauntlet.

Click.

The steel skeleton gauntlets are locked at the elbows, and look like what the tech warriors at the COS show wear, except this one is made of real metal.

The man raised his arm, opened his palm, and pointed it at the other end of the workroom.

After a faint charging sound gradually came in, a ball of orange-red light emerged from the center of the palm of the gauntlet.

Bang-!

Tony leaned back suddenly!

The hand cannon shot out and hit the concrete wall, creating a dent of half a meter. The airflow blew away the drawings piled high on the workbench, which flipped up and down, and the screws on the table fell to the ground.

“Wow!”

“I like technology.”

Tony Stark raised his arm and looked over and over at the 'super powerful' gauntlet: "It's cool, right?"

"It's pretty cool, except that it takes too long to focus the energy and requires manual aiming, which has a lot of backlash."

"These are not difficult to solve." To the smart Mr. Stark, the question raised by Mori Yuesha was too simple. He thought about it before he planned to optimize the armor. "I mean, can it hurt a being like 'you'?"

"Can...right?" Mori Yuesha glanced at the sunken wall and shook her head silently. Anyway, there was only one cute person like her in the world. She was useless to me, but she could be useful to other little monsters.

Don't hit your nephew.

"You look a lot thinner than last time?"

"Completely different." Tony Stark took off his gauntlet and stood on the workbench. "There wasn't enough material during the hijacking, and the production drawings didn't take into account more loading possibilities. With the power source determined, how to maintain stability during high-speed reversal and structural impact resistance is the biggest problem. Let me think about it..."

What alien language are you speaking?

Looking at the man who suddenly fell into deep thought, Mori Yuesha bent over and quietly came to the other end of the workroom. She picked up the signature pen on the table and wrote a few words on the back of the drawing, then raised it to show the camera.

'I'm hungry.'

The camera turns to an angle where you can see the black words behind the drawing.

A few seconds later, the answer lit up on the computer screen next to Mori Yuesha.

"Your maid, Miss Nagini, has gone to the kitchen to prepare dinner."

Mori Yuesha put down the paper and wrote a few more strokes.

'What does Tony like to eat?'

"Cheeseburger...?"

'Why hesitate?'

“Because this kind of food is not healthy.”

'You should restrain him.'

Jarvis' core processor was running at high speed. According to the records, this human girl didn't seem to eat very healthily, right?

"I can't go against Mr. Stark's wishes."

'…completely?'

"At least in terms of what to eat."

Mori Yuesha held up a new drawing, the one just filled with: "Do you have any brothers or sisters? Do you have any brothers or sisters who like to travel?"

"I'm sorry. As far as I know, Mr. Stark has only created me so far."

'oh…'

Mori Yuesha's eyes rolled around, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Chapter 73 Drawings for Children

These days, Mori Yuesha has been pestering Tony in both open and covert ways, and Tony knows what she means.

No!OK!

"Why? I'm not going to take your Jarvis and make me a new one."

'Make a new one', is that as simple as you say?

——An all-round life assistant, responsible for eating, sleeping, and even analyzing the owner's physical condition and emotional state; a combat assistant, able to control weapons, hack into enemy systems, and monitor the surrounding environment; such an AI that integrates medical, voice, combat and many other functions...

Jarvis has already touched the edge of strong artificial intelligence.

Tony Stark always felt uneasy when handing such an AI to Mori Yuesha... You know, even if it is a weak artificial intelligence, it will cause a lot of trouble if it falls into the eyes of someone with evil intentions.

It was okay in this world, at least he could still control the situation. But Mori Yuesha would leave sooner or later, and who knew what she would do in other worlds with the AI ​​she created.

——If we talk about setting up a backdoor, it is hardly a safe bet. After all, there may be people in other worlds who are better at this than us.

"Then why are you hesitating? Jarvis told me everything." Mori Yuesha grabbed the back corner of Stark's T-shirt, making the originally slim-fitting T-shirt loose. "It said that the core program has been backed up, and each AI is different. Help me make a female AI - friends should help each other."

The man looked at the limited edition T-shirt that was about to be pulled into a 'skirt' and said unhappily: "Where is the energy? Do you still need me to 'give you' a small reactor as energy for the new AI?"

Mori Yuesha fanned her eyelashes: "Is it okay?"

"You are dreaming about Mori Yuesha."

After pressing a button on the bookshelf and adjusting the order of the books, the bookshelf slowly moves away.

A pure white secret door was revealed.

Go down the stairs and spiral into the underground. White lights, white stairs, and a silent passage.

"Look at what my father left you, and you'll know how excessive your demands are now." Tony said as he walked. With one encrypted verification after another, it turned out that there was another world under this manor.

"I saved your life."

"That doesn't mean I have to fulfill all your wishes, Little Forest." Stark rolled his eyes: "I can give you money, shares of Stark Industries or some limited edition skirt - artificial intelligence and the newly discovered reactor are too dangerous."

Mori Yuesa said that she has the ability to protect them.

"You are the most dangerous."

The thick explosion-proof gate was pulled upwards. Even though it was underground, it was still under Jarvis' control.

「Unlock」

Mori Yuesha heard the sound of a faint air flow. The underground ventilation system was well built, and there was no smell of staleness behind the door, but instead a faint scent of roses. Inside the white space on all sides, the first thing that caught his eye was the oil painting that Tony Stark had seen countless times.

"oath"

Mori Yuesa was immediately delighted when she saw herself in the painting.

"Your father really holds a grudge."

Mori Yuesa, who is good at oil painting, could see Howard Stark's implicit revenge at a glance - her breasts and height were shrunk, while her face was painted bigger.

Hehehe…Howard!

She gestured with her back to the painting.

“Am I prettier than the one in the painting?”

Tony Stark thought she would say something sad and lonely to the painting.

Is this the result?

Going further in, there are more and more oil paintings and "photos" on the walls.

"This is the legacy that Jack and Rose left you. They specifically asked me to give it to you—" Even after so many years, Tony Stark is still amazed every time he sees so many paintings.

Did these two imprison Picasso for twenty years?

"These are just photos. I have asked someone to put the paintings in my private museum which is not open to the public. There are special people who take care of these antique works of art. To be honest, if these things were circulated on the market, they could at least be exchanged for this amount of money."

He pointed out a number.

"In exchange for shares of Stark Industries."

Mori Yuesa jumped and looked around with her hands behind her back: "There are a lot. Jack really listened to me." She glanced at a few works scattered in special positions. She remembered seeing the pictures in the photos on the news.

"It is said that the author once painted a picture based on this, but the work was bought by a mysterious person and has not appeared in the world to date." Stark stood shoulder to shoulder with her: "What are you going to do with these paintings? Take them to another world?"

of course not.

These amazing and brilliant works of humankind that exude brilliant brilliance must, of course, remain in the world they originally illuminated.

"Give it to the children."

"Ok?"

Mori Yuesha looked up: "Please use these famous paintings to support the welfare home. This is what I do every time I go to a world. Mr. Tony Stark, if you are really as powerful as you say, please help me do these things. The oil paintings are the reward, and I think Jack and Rose will be happy too."

She rarely called Stark by his full name, which showed that she was very serious at the moment.

"Give those children a good living environment. Don't let the nuns beat them, don't let them have tasteless 'food' like mud; give them warm fireplaces in winter and cool breezes in summer; give them thick clothes to wear, not trousers that have been patched over and over again; at least, don't let the children fight with the people in the chaotic streets for a piece of dry bread without meat."

Mori Yuesa thought that if Tony Stark, a native of this world, did it, it would probably be much more perfect than what she did.

Tony was silent for a moment, thinking.

He heard his father talk about Mori Yuesha's "past" - when he was a child, his father just mentioned it. There is also a ridiculous joke in it. But he knew that Mori Yuesha was an orphan. An orphan, and took care of many children.

"Deal." Tony shrugged and took a photo off the wall. "It would be a shame to sell these paintings. I plan to keep them for myself. As for the orphanage..."

He said, "I will set up a fund under Stark Industries to specifically help orphans and provide financial assistance to welfare institutions. Don't worry, I'm rarely cheated." Stark said easily, "What's the name? Stark Salvation Fund?"

Mori Yuesha tiptoed and patted his shoulder maturely.

"Don't be so immature, Mr. Stark. How can such a serious fund for children have such a pompous name?"

"so?"

"How about "All the children will be as beautiful and tall as Xiaoshasha, and they will have enough food and drink to fund their future"? "

That's great, there's nothing wrong with this name except that it can't be used as a name.

"Okay, I'll let Pepper take care of it. Why do you look like a boy..."

"Ah? A boy?"

Tony looked at Mori Yuesha meaningfully: "Ma'am, only big boys like to show off their length everywhere. Ah, I mean the name." He wanted to tease Mori Yuesha with a smirk on his face, but Jarvis suddenly interrupted him.

"Sir, according to calculations, there is a 98% chance that Miss Nagini will know about your current conversation."

"so what."