Fanny is from another world

The fluorescent light coated Nitrate's beautiful face with a strange color.Her slender fingers tapped on the stem of the pipe, and a little bit of ash floated down. She was almost talking to herself, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

"It is indeed a very superb skill." In the darkness around her, a touch of pure white slowly emerged, and a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old appeared, with pure white knee-length hair. It seems that the whole person is not made of flesh and blood, but made of ice and snow-of course, this beauty is also a dreamlike feeling beyond ordinary people.What is even more striking is the pair of pointed and long ears that the girl poked out, like an elf coming out of a myth.

In stark contrast to Glass's long red dress, the girl was wearing an extremely plain gray robe, which was a lifeless color, a bleached darkness.

Crimson red and light gray seem to be the extremes of two worlds, but they stand side by side in the darkness with only light green fluorescent lighting.

"Excellent skills?" Nitrate's eyes fluttered, and his slender eyebrows raised, with a bit of dissatisfaction, a bit of playfulness, and full of provocation and ambiguity, "Which aspect are you referring to—me or them?"

"All." The pure white girl responded briefly, and then her pink lips were tightly pursed into cold lines, just looking at the small figures suspended in the nutrient solution in the three culture tanks.They are no longer babies, but they can't be called young girls, but they are still curled up in the uterus, curled up in the warm liquid like the mother's body, curled up under their mother's eyes.Are they three years old?four years oldThe young faces have not yet grown into a definite shape, but the three small faces are surprisingly consistent, whether it is the horizontal contrast between the three sisters or the vertical contrast with the mother standing in front of them.

"They will be my masterpieces surpassing 'Hazy Fuji', surpassing all the magic in this world, and standing at the pinnacle of ingenious dolls—" Nitzi smiled proudly, and gently stroked the cultivation tank the glass case,

The girl nodded, "I don't doubt the authenticity of this sentence. You do have that capital."

"——will also be my favorite daughter." Glass continued.

This time, the girl did not respond, but let herself fall into boundless silence.

Nitro cast a provocative look at her.

"Puppets are just tools in the final analysis. Even if you copy a part of your own body, there is no essential difference from other dolls. I admit that the 'Heart of Eve' in this world has epoch-making significance, Even in the eyes of our mages, it is a great and creative invention, but it does not completely change the tool nature of the puppet." The girl was silent for a while, and sharp words spit out from her mouth like a curved blade.

Nitro raised his eyebrows, "Really? My visitor from another world, dear little mage, cute little Viola, do you really think so? Dolls only exist as tools?"

"These children are still human, right?" The girl called Little Viola glanced at the girl in the training tank, "If they are not used as tools, why are you planning to make them into taboo dolls?"

"What if I'm exploring the possibility of a doll becoming a human being and blending into a human being?" Nitro confronted her tit-for-tat without giving in.

"If you can become a human by imitating a human, if it's just to become a human, then why did you spend so much money to buy those magic materials from the city of Sigil—" Viola suddenly stopped talking, Tightly pursing his lips without saying a word, he continued with difficulty under the watchful gaze of Nitzi: "—and me, to create those magic circuits? What's the point of doing this?"

"Good question, little Viola. But you have to remember your identity." Nitro stretched out his finger and hooked the girl's small chin flirtatiously, "You are the commodity I bought, my property—my lovely Small pets."

Viola nodded stiffly, letting Nitro caress her face without saying a word.

"You are special. With you, my children will become more perfect. Compared with the value of the 'red wing blood' of the Akabane clan, what you can provide is more precious."

Yan Zi said, leaning his head gently, their faces were so close that his nose was filled with the cold and light body fragrance of a young girl, "I, Hua Liu Zhai, have very few favorite things in my life, except Good wine is a beautiful girl. And in a sense, the two are equal..."

The charming red lips gently attached to the girl's ice-like skin, bringing a delicate blush to the pure white snow.Nitro raised her head slightly, stroked Viola's face again, and said with a smile, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

The blushing girl stubbornly stiffened her neck and resisted silently.

"Go to sleep." Nitro whispered softly but resolutely in the girl's ear, "I said, go to sleep. I want to taste your taste tonight, my little mage...why do you always Build a wall around you? Why don't you ever let yourself relax? Why don't you lift your head from the pile of old papers for even a second?"

"A mage is a mage—it cannot be anything else. The way of the arcane needs a machine for research and learning, not a person of flesh and blood. As a citizen of Sigil, I have few things, but I have seen many, Those who live in a cage, learn to be good and build a three-foot-deep city around them, and those who are not behaved are murdered. I have seen a lot of meaningless blood shed by stupid people."

"But your city looks so ridiculous and naive. It's better not to have a clown-like city. Wouldn't it be easier to just be a kitten playing on my lap? In my opinion, you are just a little ice cream, As long as you poke the crispy skin that looks hard on the outside but is actually weak, you can see the soft and sweet creamy heart inside."

Nitzi ruffled Viola's hair with irresistible momentum, and then whispered in a more menacing, demonic voice: "You are not in the home you are familiar with now, but in a completely strange world , you don't know what the key to your home is, and you have nothing to rely on but me... A 44-year-old mage may be old enough, but at 44, you are just a young dragon, and this dragon has spent most of his life They were all buried in piles of old papers."

"so what?"

Viola bit her lips tightly, Nitro knew a lot about her, and she knew who told Nitro.That's right, she is not an elf, but a young silver dragon in the form of an elf, a dragon from another world, with the ability to transform, it is not a problem for her to transform into any humanoid form, the elf is just her It's just her preference, and in these decades of life, she is more used to living in human form, rather than the original dragon form.

The girl's black eyes gradually became moist with helplessness, what Nitzer said was absolutely correct - you have mana and knowledge, but these cannot solve the problems brought about by life.A mage might be able to face the world alone—but that mage is definitely not you.

"Don't cry, my little Viola." Nitro moved closer to the girl with an ambiguous voice and posture, "You just have to be obedient—"

A girl who is watched by an elder who knows people's hearts cannot afford to build a city.A girl embraced by a broad-minded mother can't sharpen her words.The girl captured by the elusive witch couldn't defend herself.

This kind of humiliation and helplessness was not the first time Viola had tasted it in these six months.She could only give up all intentions of resistance, obediently left Nitro's underground workshop, and went straight to her mistress' bedroom.

Looking at the back of the girl leaving, Nitro smiled in satisfaction, her goal had been achieved.However, it is completely a coincidence that my own life trajectory can intersect with this cute little mage, a [-]% accidental necessity.The scene in front of her was a little dazed, and she couldn't help but think of what happened some time ago—no, maybe earlier than that—fate, with a very small probability, allowed Nitro to enter a world that she absolutely never expected.

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No matter how many times he came to this place, Nitro would still be shocked by the sight in front of him.

——The horizon curls upwards, and the long street where it is located curls upwards on both sides in front of and behind it.It was like standing at the bottom of a huge valley.

——It is not a clear blue sky above the head, nor the usual white clouds, sun, moon and stars, but buildings.

That's right, buildings.Towering, low, Baroque, Greek, and even Chinese-style across the sea from your own country, as well as a variety of architectural spires that you can't even name on the top of your head. They are densely packed against each other, disorganized and chaotic, like the slums in a big city, dark and dirty.

However, this sight does not often occur.Most of the time, this place is surrounded by oppressive mist. The damp and cold mist may be mixed with other things, such as black and greasy oily smoke, filling almost all spaces in the city.What smelled in his nose was muddy water and dust, and the air was filled with hazy gray light, which could properly illuminate the field of vision, but subtly limited the field of vision to a range of less than thirty feet.

Countless feet from all over the multiverse brought countless dust and smells, and countless strange-looking creatures hurried past Nitro and her box.Countless eyes from different kinds of creatures just glanced at this strangely dressed woman, then turned to stare at the road ahead, or at something else.

Nitro watched as a tall monster covered in dark red scales walked past him with flames spraying from its nostrils. By the way, it pushed down a few dwarves who were chattering in front of them and walked straight into the dense area. In the fog, the little ones looked at this huge devil, and dared to scatter like birds and beasts without saying a word.Before the monster left, it seemed that it felt the gaze cast by Nitro, and glanced at her with its dirty and evil yellow eyes.

The dense fog rolled and stirred around her, and creatures that Nitzi had seen, never seen, or even thought of were "spit out" from the fog, and were "swallowed" by the gray fog in front of her. "Go in.Immediately the mist dispersed, revealing a small storefront in front of Nitro, the crooked signboard was covered with wet mist and greasy dirt from the water droplets, and it was filled with symbols that Nitro could not recognize. The two letters looked like a language he knew and were barely legible.

That is the two letters "Ia".

Sitting behind the short wooden table was a very young girl. From Nitzi’s point of view, in this world where everything was dyed an inorganic gray—no, it’s more like a decolorized world, only she and herself had color. .

The girl's color is very pure white, and has nothing to do with vision. The images she sees are stripped from the optic nerve and turned into specific impressions and directly put into her brain.

Nitzi pulled the suitcase in his hand and walked towards the bright white in front of him. The pulleys rolled on the rough stone floor, making a rough sound of friction.When she was still some distance away from the counter, the girl raised her head and said calmly:

"Welcome to Sigil, lady."

2. Paradise Coin

更新时间2014-3-218:56:34字数：3555

It was not the first time that Nitro came here—but the shock that Sigil can bring to people has nothing to do with the number of times he has been here.

"Everyone comes to Sigil—ma'am. If I were you, I wouldn't keep staring at a pit fiend." The white-haired girl still didn't look up, "Ms. Hualiuzhai, the goods you want are ready." It's all there. Hope you're rich enough to have them."

"Of course, my little Viola." Nitro smiled, and she patted the suitcase beside her.Although what the girl in front of her said was very solemn and serious, full of warnings, to her it sounded like the kitten was stretching out its small paws that hadn't yet grown up to intimidate a harmless feeder.

"Very good." Viola nodded, closed the book with no expression on her face, stood up and opened a small door next to the counter for Nitro to let her in, "The goods are inside."

It wasn't the first time for Nitro to come to this small shop, but in her opinion, this place was no more ordinary than the outside scene.Contrary to the narrow appearance from the outside, the space inside the store is comparable to a courtyard.The endless shelves are densely packed like dominoes in front of the glass and spread out to the farthest point of sight. The floor is covered with luxurious and soft carpets. There are no lamps here, but the air itself seems to be able to emit a soft breeze. light.The light of magic flickered in every corner of the room, and Nitro seemed to be in a hazy illusion.

"Welcome to Ia's shop again, dear Ms. Hanyusai."

A voice suddenly came from the shelf next to Nitrate, and before she could react, a palm—a palm with only bones left—flew off the wooden board and floated in front of her. Each knuckle is studded with a jewel.Rubies, sapphires, diamonds... There are many gems that the glass can't even name.Nitro knew that the palm in front of him was the owner of the store—Ia.

"There's no point in trying to convert my name to something you can pronounce, and it doesn't make sense to replace my name with words that sound similar. I'm Ia. Pronounce it however you want, and it doesn't bother me. .”

These are the words that this palm——Ia, said when it saw Glass for the first time.

At that time... Glass, who came to Sigil City for the first time, was also standing outside Ia's shop in such a daze and fear, looking at this strange place that he was not familiar with at all.

How did she get here?Glass thinks that her mind is fairly firm, but after she heard Ia's explanation, it seems that this firm mind can no longer provide her with any protection—even the weakest protection.

"Because of the portal."

At that time, this lazy bony palm was just floating in front of Nitro, moving its fingers, "Don't ask me what it means—that's the literal meaning. There are portals in every corner of the multiverse, As long as it looks like a door that people can pass through, whether it's the gate of your house, or an arch in a church, or a torii gate at a shrine, or even an 'arch' between two trees with overlapping branches ——They may all be portals. It’s just that each portal requires a specific key to open it.”

"Ha, you ask me what is a key? How would I know. Everything you see, hear, smell, think could be a key. A bad idea? A self-portrait? The smell of spoiled perfume A piece of your tongue cut out of obsidian? A fragment of a chain? A book with exactly two hundred pages? Or a menopausal old woman who cannot marry? God doesn't know where that shit corner is. You're lucky, ma'am, because you didn't get teleported to something as bad as the Fire Elemental Plane or the Abyss. It's really meant to be, isn't it?"

Later, Nitro found the portal.It travels between the courtyard of his home and a small corner in the upper part of Sigil City. There are two trees with overlapping branches in the courtyard. As long as you walk between the two trees and hold the correct key—then It is a thought, what kind of thought is it?This is a secret - she will have a glimpse of the wonders of the city of ten thousand gates.

"It's all coincidence, ma'am."

Although there was no such thing as an expression on the metacarpal bone, Nitro could still be sure that if this guy had a face, he would laugh very cheaply.

"So... I think it's time to talk business."

Ia's voice brought Nitro's thoughts back.

"Where's my stuff?"

"Of course, my dear lady, you needn't be so impatient—"

Ia raised a finger and shook it, "I want to check first whether you have brought enough disaster coins."

"Of course." Nitro nodded.In fact, when she heard the word "disaster coin" for the first time, she was as dazed as all the material world creatures who came to Sigil for the first time.At that time, Ia explained it like this.

"Oh, that's what the people of Sigil call gold coins—coins minted from gold. We call copper coins 'green dice' because of the demons, those bastards sweating acid from their palms, and God knows what Fuck, the copper coins that circulate in Sigil almost have a green patina on them. Tch."

Ia's voice revealed disdain, "And silver, silver coins, we call 'venomous pincers', because of those demons, silver can burn those guys. And the gangsters who just arrived in Sigil—oh, referring to You are so unfamiliar with Sigil, creatures from the material world—one out of every three dies from paying bills to demons with silver coins. High-minded fellows consider money to be a source of evil, an ominous thing. Also, the superstition is exacerbated by the frequent use of gold coins by those demons—because they cannot touch silver.”

Withdrawing from the memory and returning to reality, Nitro smiled and bent over to open the suitcase, "Since you call gold a disaster coin, what do you call it?"

"Wow. Look at this." Ia's finger bones were plated with a silver luster by the pure white metal light in the box, "A box full of heaven coins..."

"What's the origin of this name?" Nitzi looked at the neatly arranged platinum ingots in the box, and at the same time noticed the gray-robed girl beside her staring at the platinum ingots with eyes as bright as light bulbs, and asked with a smile.

"You know, ma'am, the Outer Plane of Lawful Good—a lot of Primes call it Heaven, the Seventh Heaven, Mount Selesia, or something similar, but in Outland, the common name is Mount Heaven. Its first The fifth floor is called the Platinum Heaven—do you understand?"

Ia's finger bones pinched each other in a very humane way, as if calculating the value of this box of platinum ingots.

"Very well, ma'am. It's quite sufficient to pay for the goods you want to buy, and there may be a decent surplus. I can find you the surplus—perhaps you'd rather have it in my little shop." Looking for something more interesting? As long as it is in the store, it can be sold as merchandise—except for me.”

"Really?" A sly smile appeared on Glass's face.

"Really." Ia replied.

"I want her." Nitro pointed at Viola without hesitation, and the latter showed a shocked expression without any surprise, and his whole body became stiff.

"Well... ma'am, to be honest, your request is really embarrassing." Ia rubbed her finger bones, but there was no hint of "embarrassing" in her voice.

"As long as it is in the store, it can be sold as goods—" Nitzi calmly drew his voice and imitated Ia's tone at that time, staring at the metacarpal bone with a victorious posture, "then, do you agree or not?" Woolen cloth?"

"Hmm—" Ia made a sound of thinking, and then turned to face Viola.The girl took a step back in horror, and looked at the shopkeeper with pleading eyes.But finally, after a period of silence, Ia agreed: "Okay."

"This won't work!" Viola was suddenly knocked out of her fascination with wealth, and she almost screamed out of composure, "Teacher, how could you—"

"Viola, this won't be a long time, considering the long life of the Dragon Clan." The jewel on Ia's knuckles lit up, "I believe Ms. Hanayuzai will treat you very gently."

"No, no, teacher, how could you..." Viola no longer had the cold and rigid posture when she first saw Nitro, and stepped back step by step in despair, her black pupils filled with tears.

"This might be a good opportunity, Viola. Sigil—or the entire Outer Plane, isn't the best place for you." Ia's voice was thoughtful, and then it turned to Glass, "Ms. , the wealth you paid is not enough to buy the dragon family for more than 1000 years, we have to discuss the time when little Viola will stay with you."

Watching her mentor, who has lived with her for 44 years, discuss her "price" with a woman who is no different from strangers to her, like a commodity, the eyes of the silver dragon girl are full of despair, and she tries to break out of this situation. Small shop, but Ia uttered only one syllable and she froze in place, only tears slid down her cheeks.

In this way, Nitro successfully brought little Viola into her world.

At first, Viola was very resistant to everything around her and had a strong sense of distrust. What made things worse was that during the time when Ia was immobilized by spells when she was still in Sigil, Nitro took the opportunity to take her away. some blood.Although losing this blood is nothing to a strong little dragon.

Soon, Viola instinctively tries to use spells to achieve her own goals (eg, charm people).But she was horrified to find that in order to ensure the safety of the transaction, Ia had set up a chain of will in the girl's brain at the same time when she used the legal decree to deter her. Spells that allow teleportation to outer planes are also forbidden.After that, she frantically and desperately tried to find the key to the portal, but it was conceivable that such efforts were in vain.

After an initial period of defiance (and her refusal to utter a word during this time), Viola seems to have given up hope of ever returning to Sigil, the only item she brought from there being her book of.

Nitzi had also read Viola's book, and when she made this request, the girl coldly threw the book on the ground and walked away.Nitro indulged in this behavior, and after opening the book, she saw two names on the title page.One is "Viola", the handwriting is very neat and clean.The other, which looked more like scribbled graffiti, took a lot of effort to make out, which barely looked like—"Ia".

In addition, there are two lines of writing on the title page, the handwriting is very clear, but full of inorganic feeling, each word seems to come from a different language, and these languages ​​​​have never been seen before.After Chiazi asked repeatedly, Viola spoke hostilely to her for the first time these days.

"Magic is omnipotent, but wizards are not;

Magic isn't everything, but mages are. "

3. Magic?Life?

更新时间2014-3-318:51:12字数：3211

One month after coming to this world, the young mage gave up completely.If you can't leave this plane, then there's no point in running away with magic.She doesn't know anyone here, and instead of facing the whole strange world, it's better to stay with Glass and wait for the end of the "residence period", which is extremely long for her but as short as the blink of an eye for the life of a dragon , With this in mind, she asked about Nitro's "staying time", but the other party replied that she would not tell you.

In the following time, Viola almost gave up on her current state (but in fact, it would not be of much use if she did not do so), and buried herself in the pile of old papers again like she was in Sigil City, step by step. While continuing to advance in the art of art, he is also learning ingenious magic and the technique of making dolls.

To be honest, the ingenious magic in this world is much simpler than the difficult and profound arcane knowledge. Viola realized that this is not a high-magic world in the traditional sense through Glass’s description. The form of ingenious puppets combined with so-called "technology" is widely used. Although most of the spellcasters are professional puppet operators who cast spells through puppets, there are still some spellcasters who do it themselves (but the number Rarely is right).

There is also the knowledge of puppet-making, which is more akin to the skill of making magic items than spellcasting in general.After the combination of the two is completed, it can also help the spellcasting ability to a certain extent.

Viola's antipathy towards this world has somewhat decreased, and it is no longer at the level of extreme resistance, but it is still far from being favorable.She somewhat understands why Ia sent herself here, but the planes and knowledge in the multiverse are endless, and the knowledge of this world is nothing special. From this point of view, perhaps her mentor There may be other plans.

But now, Viola is studying magic, learning ingenious magic and puppet making techniques (by the way, it complements and confirms the traditional mage golem making skills), and then is half-forced and half-habitually done by Nitro at night. Weird things.

Even Niozi had to marvel at little Viola's ability to learn and understand.The little mage greedily squeezed every ounce of knowledge that Nitro could teach her like a sponge absorbing the surrounding water.If it wasn't for the time limit—after all, she hadn't been here for a long time—she might even have learned how to make taboo dolls.Now, the girl can already be regarded as the top puppeteer in terms of skills alone. This is the result of not spending all her time on the study of ingenuity and magic.

But other than that, she is useless in other aspects.

That was not long after Viola came to this world.

On this day, Nitro was a little lazy and didn't want to cook.So she reclined on the tatami in a masculine-looking and seductive posture, puffing and puffing, and from lunch time until the sky was red with fiery clouds.

Then with a swipe, the paper door of Viola's room was pulled open, and the girl walked in front of Nitro with a blank expression.

"I'm hungry."

She told Nitro simply and clearly.

"I'm lazy."

Nitro also answered in a simple and clear way—satisfying the appetite of a giant dragon is not an easy task—and raised his eyebrows to look at her, with a sly smile on his lips.Although rationality reminded Nitro that it was time to cook, the incomparably wicked taste and bad thoughts deep in her heart made her eager to see what little Viola would do in this situation.So she added, "If you beg me, I'll cook."

Viola looked at her with a gloomy face, turned around and left quickly.

After a while, the girl put the dinner plate on the table.

"Well, what is this, little Viola?"

Nitro propped up his body and looked at the white lump of soft, sticky paste in the bowl on the dinner plate.

"Batter." Viola replied calmly, then knelt down on the tatami mat, put her hands together, and said in a low voice: "I'm starting." Then she picked up the spoon next to the bowl, and scooped up a spoonful of batter.

Nitro squinted and watched Viola put a spoonful of batter into her mouth, chewed it expressionlessly a few times, and then swallowed it.

"Uh, I said little Viola..." Nitro stretched out his hand in a complicated mood and dug some batter from his own bowl into his mouth, then spat it out, "You haven't cooked it at all, have you? It's just mixing flour and water, right?"

Viola nodded with a natural expression.

Nitro frowned and pushed the bowl away, then seemed to think of something, "Little Viola, don't you know how to cook?"

Viola pointed to the batter in front of her, "I will."

"This is not called rice." Nitzi said weakly, then dropped the pipe and stood up, holding the two bowls and said angrily, "This is called food... no, it's not even food."

"What are you going to do?"

Viola watched Nitro walk towards the kitchen carrying the bowl.

"Dispose of these two bowls of garbage." Nitro sighed, and was silent for a while, "Then cook."

So the girl was left alone sitting on the tatami in the standard Japanese kneeling posture, looking at the empty table.She scraped the batter off her cheeks with her fingers and put it in her mouth, then frowned slightly.

"It's unpalatable."

She muttered in an almost inaudible voice.

"Little Viola, what do you usually eat? Over there."

After putting the dishes on the table, Nitzi sat on the tatami mat in a very casual posture, tapping the edge of the bowl lightly with the chopsticks in his hand.

"...Bread." After a moment of silence, the dragon girl who was fiddling with the chopsticks in her hand spat out two words.

"Yes, yes, you haven't eaten anything else?" Nitro sighed again, "I'm surprised at how dull your life is, little Viola."

"The scenery of Sigil City... and the large number of idiots, idiots, and bastards walking around in front of you can be used for eating, Ms. Hanayusai." Viola responded bluntly, trying to pick it up with her chopsticks I picked up the rice, but the result of my hard work was just to insert the chopsticks into the rice.

"Have you still not learned how to use chopsticks? Obviously, the standard of sitting posture is no different from that of the Japanese." Nitro sighed for the third time, "Little Viola, my little Viola...what should I say about you? Is the brain you used to bury in the pile of old papers useless in your daily life?"

"This thing is very strange."

After being silent for a while, Viola picked up the chopsticks stuck in the bowl, pointed at it as if to justify, and said dryly.

Nitro couldn't help laughing.

"Using two small wooden sticks as tableware? Little Viola, I'm sure you've seen something weirder than this." She said, suddenly put on a serious expression, and stared at The girl in front of her said slowly: "Little Viola——I'm serious, you never thought that life could be more colorful? You never thought——you don't want more intense Life? A more meaningful life than burying your life in a pile of old papers?"

"There is nothing more meaningful than pursuing the way of the arcane." Viola said decisively, her voice was firm, "I have no other pursuits in my life other than this. Hedonism is the behavior of a cowardly person. Just surrendering one's own throat to fate. This is more senseless than meaningless blood and enough to be disgusting."

"My sharp-mouthed little cat... Life is a long time, especially for you dragons. Don't you just want this thousand years to have only one color?"

"The long-lived species who grew up among the short-lived species know the decisiveness of time passing away. Even though I have more than 1000 long years to live through, I am not truly immortal. There are infinite mysteries waiting in the multiverse Follow me."

"It's really a child who loves to dig into the horns."

Nitro smiled dotingly.

"Then let's make a bet, little Viola."

"What are you gambling?"

"Just bet—I can find that in your life, besides pursuing the illusory arcane arts, there are more colorful and colorful things."

"What about the bet?"

"I don't need that kind of thing - because I was the winner in the first place." Glass took the condescending winner