Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Fun and food, special or common. The plane and the dimensional gate were used alternately. Two days later, Lucius led them into the magic world... The sweep continued.

Play, eat, play, eat, play, eat…

"I finally understand why Arrietty asked me to find more gold for my sister..." These are the words from the heart of Harry. In three days, she watched as Nagini threw out handfuls of gold coins like water - in exchange for all kinds of useless things.

Nagini said that if you stay with Mori Yuesa for a long time, it will be like this. Sooner or later, you will develop a "little hobby".

Harley said she would never be so wasteful.

"The last person who said that has become a victim of video games. Hera didn't tell you about Arrietty's behavior before she met Mori Tsukisa, did she?" Nagini held up a dragon-shaped ice cream stick that moved around by itself, holding Harley's hand. "She would finish the small candy bars in two or three weeks."

Look now.

The money I recharged is almost enough to buy the game company.

"…Miss Arrietty…, you were in financial difficulty?"

Nagini took a sip of the dragon's head, leaving a circle of red sauce on her lips. "It's because they are poor. These borrowing fairies can only survive on the little scraps that humans leak out on a daily basis..."

"Many people would die for an apple."

Harry was a little bit unconvinced.

"That's how Arrietty is, not to mention Kunna. I advise you to stay away from them when you have nothing to do. I don't want three more internet-addicted girls in my house." Nagini let go of her hand and let the little Loli go to the counter to choose the ingredients.

Used to make magic potions.

"Don't be so stubborn. I don't think this thing is cheaper than the game." The maid pointed to the top of her head - strange animal organs were hung above her head after being dried. The medicinal materials in this world may not work in other worlds, but the money still needs to be spent.

When we return to the source world, there will be another large sum of money.

As Harry conducted experiments and research again and again, the quality of the potion improved, and with more improvements and innovations - the materials needed became more and more precious.

——In fact, no matter how rich a company is, the mentality of the finance staff is the same.

"Hermione and Draconian don't have any 'little hobbies', right?" Nagini asked casually. Seeing Harry hesitating over her choice, she pushed her aside and went over to negotiate with the shop owner, "Sell me all your inventory. I want all the materials except your shop."

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all???

Harley: ...

Nagini looked down at her: "How do you feel?"

Harley: "Just... great?"

The maid spread her hands: "Look, I also have a little hobby."

No one is worried.

Chapter 218 Extra: Perfect First Dream

The sky is clear and the fields are green, and the wind blows across the grassland.

"It's called bloodroot, also known as king root. Wearing it can attract love." The man was wearing a stylish, well-fitting dark gray suit. In the pocket of his shirt where the handkerchief should have been placed, there were a few scattered plants.

It is probably the bloodroot he mentioned.

He pinched the girl's fingers gently, but not too firmly, as if he was afraid that his fingertips, which had been dealing with thorns for many years, would scratch her.

The two people went under a towering tree.

"I also have round-leaved bellflowers."

"Yuan Ye?" The girl's voice was a little unclear.

He nodded, a rare smile on his face. "The common name is the bluebell, the Scottish bluebell. Legend has it that if you can turn a bluebell flower inside out, without any tears or damage, you will end up with the person you love."

"It sounds like you tried it," the red-haired girl tilted her head, "Did you succeed?"

The man didn't answer, but pulled her toward the slightly sloping lawn in the field. The gust of wind blew his black hair to the right, tangling with the girl's red hair.

They smelled boundless freedom.

Nearby it was light green, far away it was dark green. Further away, the already blurred area bordering the azure sky gradually deepened into a gray-blue watercolor color circle.

The rustling sound was made by the swaying and colliding of grass leaves, and also by the tall, spreading tree, the two people's destination.

"Besides… do you know the Amanita muscaria?"

The man showed off like a child. "Also known as the Angel of Death, a type of mushroom. Many mystery religions of the classical era used it in their mysteries."

The girl smoothed her messy hair and listened quietly.

"…Put it on an altar or in a bedroom… Be careful in a bedroom, preferably somewhere that cannot be touched by irrational creatures - like your children or pets, or… students from a certain college."

The girl asked, "Is this also a secret medicine to enhance love?"

"No. In fact, it is responsible for the next step: improving fertility." The man just mentioned the word "fertility" and was hit twice on the arm. "I'm not finished yet. It is very unwise to use it. Amanita muscaria is very toxic, unless it is a couple with no hope at all."

The girl lowered her head, her face flushed with a blush similar to the color of her hair. Her voice was like a faucet that had run out of water, dripping and becoming smaller and smaller: "... messed up knowledge."

"You're right."

These words...

Unexpected.

The man's obsession with the art of flowers and plants is no less than that of a gourmet with delicious food. Similarly, he believes that those who sneer at him and sneer at the uselessness of plants are fools whose intelligence is not as good as that of the forest elves.

Rarely, he didn't refute it.

"Very surprised?"

The girl nodded her chin truthfully and repeated, "Surprised."

The man shook his head and didn't want to explain.

“Do agarwood leaves smell good?”

"The bag you gave me? I can't explain it... I don't understand."

"There's something you don't understand. It's finally my turn to be surprised." The man jokingly poked her, raised his head, and looked at the tree getting closer and closer. "In ancient times, the Egyptians used it to attract good luck, and in a certain renaissance period, it was often used as incense - a highly spiritual vibrating plant, carrying it on your body will..."

The girl smiled and replied: "...will bring love!"

"One hundred points."

"You wouldn't."

Love was surging in Rumo's eyes. He looked at the innocently smiling girl, raised his trembling hand, and rested it on top of her head.

Can't make up my mind.

The girl looked up, tiptoed, and poked her head against her palm. "Now you're being yourself again, idiot."

Soft red hair, familiar touch, dazzling smile.

The girl suddenly ducked to avoid the palm, jogged forward a few steps, turned around and opened her arms.

"I am in the embrace of nature..." She squinted her eyes and turned around playfully. The hem of her skirt fanned out into a cone shape. "Nature loves me!"

Who can not love you?

"Hey, you must be cursing me in your heart." Without waiting for a reply, the girl with a quick mind put her hands on her hips and laughed at the dull-witted man in a playful way: "You look like a drooping chrysanthemum."

"Carrying asters in bloom will…"

"Win love!"

"The second one is 100 points." The man walked forward and held her restless hand. "It is said that ancient wizards planted them in manors to protect their love."

"Why does it have to be an 'ancient' wizard?" the girl was puzzled.

"Because this ingenious technique was left there and was not passed down to the 'modern times'," the black-haired man glanced at their intertwined hands, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. "According to legend, the technique I love comes from Merlin."

"Oh, it's that same old cliché again. We attribute everything we don't understand to a gift. How boring."

"Yeah..." the man agreed. Needless to say, this behavior still surprised the girl next to him.

"I thought…"

"Do you think I believe this?" The man squinted his eyes, his disdain obvious. This is like him. "I have studied a lot and read a lot. You know, I actually found an interesting one."

The girl blinked curiously.

"Most of the finished products are not for us to enjoy. In the face of powerful forces, the human body is weak. There are only two hypotheses for this situation: either ancient humans were extremely powerful, or..."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Or this technique was never created by anyone."

That's right. You'll understand once you actually try it.

"Are you going to publish the results of this study?" She placed her free hand on the back of the man's hand and said excitedly, "This is a shocking -" Her voice got stuck in her throat.

"It seems that Miss Reckless can also figure it out."

The girl wrinkled her nose at him and kicked up some grass clippings with the tip of her shoe.

"It's so frustrating..." She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you going to spend a long time on this? Studying ancient..." She didn't know that her face was already full of worry.

She likes today's men, not the old ones.

I don't like men who are lonely and sit in a dark and damp room staring at something bubbling.

She likes the boy who can hold her hand and run in the wilderness.

"Are you ready to..."

The man said nothing, and took the girl to the shade of the tree. They were there.

The two men found a fluffy and comfortable place not far from the tree trunk.

Lie down.

The sunlight above my head sprinkled in through the leaves, as if golden threads had poked small holes in the green paper, and it felt warm on my face.

For a moment, even the wind around became still.

The clock stopped and the world fell asleep.

“So comfortable…”

"I don't plan to study it." The man suddenly said, resting his head on his arm, still holding the girl's hand with his other hand. "I don't plan to. Those things take too much time."

"But, you used to..."

He smiled carefreely, "I gave those collected 'treasures' to another person. Perhaps, in her long life, she will always find the answer..."

The girl didn't ask who that 'she' was, but just looked at the man with a little concern.

He's not feeling right today.

"Isn't this bad, Evans?" The man moved and moved his body towards the girl. "Isn't this bad?"

The girl pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Bay leaves," he said suddenly. "Ancient Greek priestesses would chew bay leaves to put themselves in a prophetic state, and would inhale the burning smoke."

"I guess love wins in the end?" the girl asked slyly.

Unexpectedly, the man shook his head. "No." He stared at her face, "burning, rising. It will bring people a beautiful dream..."

"Oh, and what about love, I thought you had a list of 'love plants', Severus."

"No need for that anymore."

"Ok?"

"I've found it, Lily."

Chapter 219 Extra: Ruvik

——Ring, ring, ring——

…ring…