743: 504.
Peaceful Morning_2 743: 504.
Peaceful Morning_2 Artie shook her head and then, with her short little legs, walked toward the bathroom.
As soon as she entered, everything in the bathroom as if controlled by an invisible servant, began to serve her attentively.
“Wow, what’s this?
So cool!”
Little Lolita had never seen anything like this before and her eyes lit up.
While the toothbrush was automatically brushing her teeth, she curiously reached out to tap the handle of the toothbrush, wanting to see how it worked, and then…
Then she was slapped by a towel nearby.
“Don’t fidget.
You’ll be taught all of this later, now hurry up, finish, and roll out for breakfast.”
That nasty woman’s voice rang in her ears once again.
Artie pursed her lips, finding the nasty woman annoying.
Her mom…
forget it, that bitch doesn’t deserve to be compared to others.
In any case, this woman was really annoying.
But whatever, seeing as the nasty woman said she would teach her this magic that makes the toothbrush and towel move on their own, she would forgive her this ti.
But she still had to rember the grudge.
x year x month x day, the weather is clear.
This morning the nasty woman was being controlling, which annoyed .
I’ll just jot this down for now.
…..
anwhile, Dorothy had already arrived in the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
She casually picked up a folding stick, unfolded it along its axis at an angle of ninety degrees, and imdiately a virtual magical screen projected out, with various images popping up before her.
Well, this thing is basically the Magic Republic’s equivalent of a tablet computer, a very common terminal device.
The Hobody Witch casually flicked through the stuff on the screen, surfing the web, while various kitchen utensils began to cook on their own, manipulated by unseen hands.
Yep, now she could finally multitask again, which was the benefit of having an enhanced brain.
Although the Magic-equipped Brain couldn’t restore her natural talent for Multitasking in reality, it did co up with a degraded version of the specialty known as “Simulated Intelligence.”
This Magic Equipnt Proficiency allowed her pre-set commands to run autonomously, without the need to constantly spend ntal energy maintaining them.
Though this autonomous brain that only chanically executed programs was a bit artificial dumb, nowhere near as flexible and proactive as Dorothy’s original Multitasking talent, the difference between the two was like artificial dumbness versus real Artificial Intelligence.
But it was workable.
After all, as a Magic Girl, the lowest of the low among witches, who needs a bicycle anyway?
For sothing as simple as cooking, even the autonomously functioning artificial dumbbrain of Simulated Intelligence was up to the task, so the Hobody Witch took the opportunity to surf the web.
It’s not about slacking off, definitely not; she was just doing market research.
After all, starting from today she was in control of the Magic Web Institute, she had to develop a whole new Magic Network Core.
So before starting work officially, it was essential to have a simple understanding of the existing Magic Net System in the Magic Republic.
It’s just that…
“Senior Fanny, what exactly do you want to say?
You’ve been hovering around for a while now.”
Dorothy put down her Magic Energy Tablet and looked sowhat helplessly at the cute little tentacle that was shaking in front of her demanding attention, and then asked.
“Ah, nothing, I was just wondering if you really don’t know what happened last night?”
The tip of the tentacle sprouted a mouth with a double groove tooth structure, which opened and closed as senior Fanny’s voice ca from it.
“Last night?
What happened last night?
Did I miss sothing?”
On hearing senior Fanny’s query, the Hobody Witch imdiately beca serious and earnestly recalled last night’s events.
But she hadn’t done much last night, just had a Club President eting, ca ho to beat the kid, and then went to sleep.
What was special about that?
“emmmm…
forget it, if you don’t know then you don’t know.
Sotis ignorance is bliss.”
Senior Fanny fell silent for a mont and then quietly retracted her tentacle.
She chose to keep her mouth shut.
Even though this ant missing out on the spectacle that rry Makers love to see, those who have lived longer and are more seasoned know which fun to watch and which fun to avoid.
You don’t ss things up, you won’t end up dead.
“???”
A string of question marks bubbled up above the Hobody Witch’s head.
Damn it, what are you getting at this early in the morning?
Enough with the riddles, just drop dead.
Dorothy was seething with irritation.
She flipped off Hat Senior Sister, then got a thorough hamring from the small tentacles hanging down from the hat.
In the midst of such playful squabbling, her breakfast was quickly ready, and just then, Artie had also finished her washing up, and Denisha erged from the next room with the Little Fatty Dragon Emora.
The family of four began to enjoy their breakfast.
“This is too little, I want more.”
The breakfast consisted of a nutritionally balanced fish sandwich with milk, but what was clearly enough for humans was too little for a Great Dragon.
The Little Fatty Dragon wolfed down his portion and then held up his empty plate and empty cup, clamoring for more from Dorothy.
His adorable golden dragon eyes were wide open, and the branch-like dragon tail behind him was wagging back and forth, full of expectation.
However, the Hobody Witch rolled her eyes in response.
“That’s all there is, if you’re not full go eat dirt.
Look at how fat you are already, and you’re still so greedy.”
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