Sword and Magic and Taxi

In the courtyard house of My Family, the three-story main building is where everyone lives. Everyone has their own room, and Satiri is no exception. Although everyone's bedrooms are connected to each other - fully exposing Zhao Mai's true intentions - everyone is independent and private in their own residence. Maybe it's because of the domain, maybe it's because of the Insect Heart Warning, but in short, Zhao Mai attaches great importance to yours and mine and has very strict requirements on himself.

So the one who knocked on the door three times and came in must be Zhao Mai, and the one who walked in directly was Duo Jian. As for Reserve Grain and Xiao Hua, the former is prohibited from entering because he likes to rummage through things, while the latter can walk through walls and never opens the door.

Satiri's room embodies comfort. A soft bed, a sofa that can be rubbed freely like a sandbag, and soft lighting that can be looked at without hurting the eyes. Among her favorite things, the number one thing is to take a hot spring bath with Xiaowei, followed closely by lying on the sofa in various positions with a magic book in her hand and reading for the whole day.

You can't go to Zhao Mai's room too much. There is always a vague smell there that makes people blush, and even using air purification spells can't get rid of it. Only after making sure that Duojian's clothes were intact and not in some kind of movement, Satiri would go to Zhao Mai's room. It was confirmed that she was almost four months pregnant, but her belly was still flat and there was no sign of anything wrong with it.

Oh, it's all Zhao Mai's fault! Satiri touched her belly, frowned and ate another piece of cake. Her food intake has doubled now, but she still doesn't gain weight at all. Most of the nutrients provided by legion mushrooms have been absorbed by the baby, but she barely grows. But Satiri could feel a small psychic power in her belly, small, weak, and always attached to her.

So, I'm never alone :) Satiri turned another page of the book and took another bite of the cake. Although a lot of sugar and honey were used, the taste of Legionnaires' mushrooms in the cake could not be covered up. She could eat it by swallowing it without chewing. Tyrion calls this smell hell, which makes people feel naturally anorexic. But in order for the baby not to lack nutrition, you have to eat it even if it tastes bad.

Everything will get better and better, real food and livestock are being cultivated, and there will be plenty of food for the next season. Moreover, Zhao Mai has already begun to build the portal, which will be able to connect to the world of Alda once completed. The halflings there are said to be very industrious and peaceful, and each is the best farmer, gardener, cook, and brewer. They don't hide, kill people with venomous flying needles, pick off the meat and stuff it directly into their mouths to eat.

When Teacher Cotander went to get the Heartwood Spear, he was almost eaten alive by a halfling. Are the differences between worlds really that big? I heard from Xiaohua that the elves in Alda are immortal, they are elegant, noble, and full of enviable artistic flavor. Satiri didn't quite understand what art was, and guessed it should be some kind of powerful force similar to magic. God really favored Arda, or in other words, Attas was really miserable.

Thinking of this, she didn't want to read anymore. Throwing aside the priceless book Anatomy of Magic, Satiri came to the window to get some air. The morning glory is still lingering on the first floor. It is said that it will not be able to reach my window until next year, but the unique fragrance of green leaves can be faintly transmitted, which is already a very luxurious enjoyment in Atas.

She especially likes the peaceful life now. Xiaohua is walking the dog in the yard, constantly throwing the bouncy ball out for the food reserves to pick up - teleportation is not allowed. Sometimes the bouncy ball rolls to the Gardener Dragon, and those little guys will pick it up at lightning speed and throw it as far as they can. Often at this time, Reserve Grain will judge whether it is appropriate to pick up the ball or knock the Gardener Dragon into the lake.

The Gardener Dragon that falls into the water sometimes leaks electricity due to nervousness, and sparks crackle from the fur ball at the tip of its slender tail. It won't hurt itself or anyone else, but it will just cause the Gardener Dragon to become very tired. Satiri saw three gardener dragons lying motionless on the shore of the lake, their tails connected to the soil, slowly replenishing their strength. However, one of the three was not wet, which meant that she was not leaking water at all and was just being lazy.

It is a wonderful life to be able to be lazy from time to time without delaying things. She can lie on the window sill and look at the scenery outside and be lazy; Dojian can paint or put on makeup in her free time, which is her biggest hobby. When Xiaohua is lazy, she will stare at the sun in a daze. The lazy way to reserve food is to hold a bouncy ball in her mouth and let others throw it to her.

Zhao Mai rarely slacks off. Every day he is either training on psychic abilities or practicing communication with the natural force. He is always busy using his material transformation ability to create more water and fertilizer, or creating portals. Even when Dojian and I would wrestle on the bed from time to time, he said it was a way to exercise - hell, I want to exercise too!

Zhao Mai is talking nonsense, only Xilia is really exercising. She now uses crutches and walks slowly by the lake. Her legs were shaking, her crutches were dangling, and she was shaking sweat to the ground with every step she took. She stood up a week earlier than Zhao Mai expected, which made everyone admire her very much. After all, she defeated God's prediction for the future! Zhao Mai also complained in front of him privately, saying that because of his intellectual limitations, his predictions were inherently inaccurate, and it would be normal if he defeated them. But he found nothing but encouragement in the presence of Hiriya.

Tyrion pushed the wheelchair and followed Siliya, always ready with his psychic powers, ready to support Siliya when she fell. He really treated the little girl as a daughter and was extremely careful when taking care of her. Dorjian once said that his mother died when Tyrion was born, his father did not want to see him, and his sister wanted to kill him all the time. Tyrion, who lacked family care but longed for family care, vented his feelings on the orphan Cilia, which Satiri could understand very well.

Since Xilia's surgery was completed, Satiri suddenly felt relaxed and less anxious. Slavery has been abolished in the city of Tire, and the oasis is constantly expanding. There was even a light rain two days ago. Satiri had never seen rain before and was extremely excited. It is said that in addition to rain, there is something called snow in the sky. Duojian told her: It feels like Zhao Mai shaking off icy dandruff in the sky.

Zhao Mai's head is on fire every day, and there is no dandruff at all! Satiri also knew that Duojian was joking on her, but her heart that wanted to go outside was beating harder and harder. When Zhao Mai finishes building Atas's home, the outside world is so big, so he should go and see it.

She was filled with longing and immersed in her own happiness. Zhao Mai, who was building the portal, felt something in his heart and looked up at the sky. The will of the world became more and more relaxed. After the Great Impact Sand Wasteland turned into an oasis of peace, the dying Atas took a big breath. Zhao Mai bought time and eased the pressure of the world's will on Satiri.

But the whole matter has not been truly resolved, and Zhao Mai has not truly fully controlled Atas. There was one thing he was still unsure about. Should he open the portal first and use Alda's resources to accelerate his expansion, or should he deal with the threat of the Dragon King first? This matter will have to be decided once the construction of the portal is completed.