Chapter 9.1

“Do you like it or not?” (1)

In this era, the drawing device is not only used to draw on the screen with a light pen but also capable of 3D drawing in the three-dimensional space when wearing the accompanying glasses. With the help of this device, one can draw things directly in the real world, just like the legendary painter, Shen Bi Ma Liang.

Mu Le had seen a similar concept advertisement for this kind of device on Earth. The planetary technology here is more advanced, and the whole set of equipment is more compact and portable, making it easier to operate.

At first, Mu Le didn’t recognize it and thought it was some kind of peculiar toy, or perhaps the robot she wanted. Later, she hid with the device and asked the spirit to translate the text on the packaging box for her. That’s when she finally understood what it was.

She was extremely thrilled and immediately used the drawing device to start “driving.” The things she drew could only be seen by others wearing the glasses. So Mu Le boldly started drawing the outlines of two bodies while figuring out the appropriate poses.

She could save her progress halfway and even lock the saved files. It was truly a magical device for self-entertainment.

Holding her beloved brush, Mu Le couldn’t help but exclaim, “I love the interstellar era.”

“What did you draw?” The spirit sat on her shoulder, tilting its head curiously.

Mu Le asked, “Buke, how old would you be in human years?”

Most spirits didn’t have names. Only after signing a contract with an orc could they be given names by the orc. Mu Le took a shortcut when naming the spirit, directly taking a pun on the word “book.” After all, it was a spirit that resided in books.

“…Around sixteen or seventeen years old, I guess,” Buke pondered for a moment and replied. “I can’t remember clearly anymore! Why are you asking?”

In truth, he remembered. He was twelve years old.

But he had been slumbering in the book for over a hundred years. How could he admit that he was still a child?

Mu Le carefully put away her drawing tools and said, “Then I can’t tell you since you’re not an adult yet.”

Buke replied, “…But you already said it. You’re drawing things for adults, aren’t you?”

“Don’t think about such things at your young age,” Mu Le, who appeared to be only eight or nine years old, lectured him seriously.

“I don’t care about that stuff,” Buke said. “You know what? Gu Mingyuan brought back an agreement today.”

“What?” Mu Le asked. Was Buke speaking in Chinese or interstellar language? What did Gu Mingyuan mean?

“Buke,” standing on her fake dragon horn, stomped its feet. “He’s your caretaker!”

“Mu Le: Oh, so his name is Gu Mingyuan?”

Buke couldn’t help but get frustrated, “Can’t you show some concern for our benefactor?”

…Our benefactor.

Mu Le had already heard about this before. When a spirit signs a contract with someone, they are tied together like a pair of inseparable bugs. They share honor and disgrace.

While Mu Le was studying, as a spirit residing in books, Buke could draw sustenance from her and gain vitality.

Spirits parasitize everything.

Before signing a contract, they can only reside in fixed objects.

After signing a contract, they can inhabit the item closest to their contractor.

For example, Mu Le’s previous cat ears and her current fake dragon horn.

Only when they acquire enough vitality from their contractor can spirits temporarily leave the object they inhabit and wander around.

Buke was able to stand on Mu Le’s horn and dance around because Mu Le had been studying diligently recently.

“The term ‘benefactor’ feels a bit strange,” Mu Le thought to herself.

Either it sounds like she’s advertising for Gu Mingyuan just to make a living,

Or it implies an unhealthy and illicit relationship.

“Caretaker is fine,” Mu Le said, “So, Gu Mingyuan? Our Mr. Caretaker… What agreement did he bring back?”

She pondered for a moment and her expression turned sour, “Could it be a marriage agreement!?”

Based on her observations over the past few days, she deduced that Gu Mingyuan was probably some kind of tycoon or noble. For people with such status, having a business alliance and suddenly bringing a wife home didn’t seem like a strange occurrence.

What if his wife didn’t like human pets…

“Are our good days coming to an end?” Mu Le sighed heavily.

Buke, acting like a little adult, said, “That’s why I told you to read fewer strange adult stories.”

Mu Le: …

No, adult stories don’t mean that.

Buke waved his hand, and a dense array of interstellar text appeared in front of her. Then, with another wave of his hand, the interstellar text immediately transformed into Chinese.

Mu Le was surprised, “You could have told me earlier that this function exists. Why am I still learning interstellar language?”

“Take a closer look,” Buke said.

Mu Le carefully examined the text in front of her and found that it was actually a confidentiality agreement. As she continued reading, it was followed by an enrollment report.

Mu Le: “…He wants me to go to school?”

And it’s an orc school…

Who in the world sends their pet to school?

Buke hesitated, “Don’t you like school?”

Mu Le shook her head.

After years of going through university, exams, and certifications, it was hard for anyone to genuinely like school, except for those who truly loved studying or scientific research.