These big shots are actually me

This meal was Mozo's most satisfying meal.

Isabel and the female official just looked at Mozo quietly.

Wait until Mozo finishes the bowl of ramen.

The Queen stayed with Mozo for a long time again.

Unlike Ilúvatar, Isabel, who was born as an emperor, easily solved the many additional tasks originally assigned to her.

So she had more time to spend with Mo Zuo.

As the sun set, Mozo, accompanied by Isabel and the female official, left Isabel's palace.

And a water mirror was added next to the original fog mirror.

With a blur of vision.

Mozo came to the last stop of the day - the capital of the sacred sea!

And with the arrival of Mozo.

Ophelia and Cassia, who were waiting here early like female officials, both leaned forward and smiled:

"Welcome home, Your Majesty!"

Extra: Witch's House

It's daylight again.

When the first ray of sunlight, who didn’t know whether it was early morning or near noon, hit Mozo’s cheek.

Mo Zuo finally woke up slowly.

After looking around, I didn't see Arwen or Cassia or the female official.

After thinking about it, Mo Zuo suddenly felt relieved. He spent the night in Jungle Town last night.

After rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Mozo yawned and went downstairs to wash up.

When he appeared in front of the kitchen downstairs, Mozo heard this voice:

"It's not like you to actually sleep until noon. John, did Victoria pull you into the dream world again?"

Accompanying this pleasant sound is the sound of the kitchen knife constantly touching the chopping board to cut vegetables.

Look in the direction of the sound.

Mozo also nodded to the witch who was cooking for him and said:

"Yes, I was pulled over by Victoria after I fell asleep last night."

After saying that, Mozo sat on the chair that had been pulled out for him, and took a small sip of the hot milk in front of him that was just the right temperature.

Victoria never looked for herself. But every night after falling asleep, he would almost be pulled into his dream world by Victoria.

Hearing this, Ashikana, who put all the condiments in her hands into the soup, also said with emotion:

"That's great. Nightmare's ability."

"Okay."

Afterwards, Ashikana asked Mozo while tasting the saltiness of the soup:

"Do you get pulled away by Victoria every night?"

Mo Zuo thought for a moment and said:

"That's not true. There is still some time that we don't have."

"Yeah?"

The witch looked back at Mozo in surprise.

With such a unique advantage, Victoria actually had the time and thought to let Mozo go?

Anyway, Ashikana felt that if she were Sequence Zero of Nightmare, then the night would be all her time.

Then, Ashikana seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"Did she pull you away last time you stayed at my place?"

"Uh, no."

"I see...."

Ashikana immediately covered her face after receiving a positive reply.

The last time Mozo came to her place was three days ago, and there was another incredible person who came with him at that time - Yuan Chu!

That night, let alone the bed, she didn't even dare to go up to the second floor.

Although he didn't seem to care about this at first.

But I heard from other girls that they are in a similar situation.

Anyway, no matter which goddess's palace it is, as long as Yuan Chu comes with Mo Zuo, basically no goddess would dare to go there with her.

In this world, the existence of personality can never be eliminated.

Thinking about it this way, if Yuan Chu was here, Victoria would definitely not dare to take Mo Zuo away.

Maybe there would be no problem in taking Mozo away, but Yuan Chu would probably follow him with great interest.

The dream world that other goddesses have never found may be as simple as strolling in the back garden for Yuan Yuan.

Presumably Victoria doesn't want her relaxing time to turn into something like a parent-teacher conference.

To this. Mozo could only scratch his head in embarrassment.

The goddesses didn't care if their angels slept with them, and she did the same, but whether it was a goddess, an angel, or another girl, they didn't even dare to look at her.

Soon, Mo Zuo was filled with many home-cooked dishes.

Ashikana also wore an apron and sat opposite Mozo.

Then he supported his cheek with his hands and watched Mo Zuo slowly eat.

The girls all liked this. After preparing their own meals, they would quietly watch Mo Zuo eat.

Their status does not require food, so watching the people they like eating meals carefully prepared by them is one of their greatest enjoyments.

After Mozo had almost finished eating, Ashikana said:

"How about it? This is a local dish I learned from the ladies in the town."

Mozo is not a picky eater, but today’s meal is definitely very delicious:

“It’s as delicious as the royal chef’s handiwork!”

Ashikana was very helpful to this.

The highest level of home-cooked food is to be praised as if it was cooked by a chef.

And what the chefs are after is described as home-cooked.

After clearing the plates on the dining table herself, Ashikana thoughtfully brought desserts and fruits to Mozo. And a glass of water.

Also taking advantage of this time, Ashikana asked a question that she had been very curious about for a long time:

"Well, John, do you know why our routes are all like this?"

"Hmm, close to the people? It doesn't seem right."

"Close to reality and spoken language?"

Mozo took Ashikana's place and asked the question for which she could never find a good adjective.

"Yes, that's it!"

Ashikana also said this sentence with her eyes shining brightly.

She has really been curious about the extraordinary ways in this world for a long time.

Forget about nightmares, thunder and lightning, and storms.

These things seem to have been there since the creation of the world.

But artists, musicians, gourmets, these are very strange.

Didn’t these things only come into existence long after the creation of the world?

Why do these things that did not exist at the time have corresponding pathways later?

This question has troubled the historians and witches for a long time.

In this regard, Mo Zuo said a little embarrassed:

"because I."

Why are the extraordinary ways of this world so close to reality and life?

That is naturally because at the beginning of the creation of the world, someone once described everything about his hometown to that equally lonely existence.