The Black Magician Invites You to Dinner

[Tea-flavored Gu King Black Lotus x Simple Straight Girl Little Scholar] It's finished. If you're interested, collect more of them! —— Dundel is a black magician who accidentally traveled to a strange interstellar world. She was broke, her magic was gone, and all she had left was a fascination for research. Fortunately, there was also the priest who traveled through time with her in the strange glass coffin under the night. The other party was facing the moonlight, and his silver-white hair was spread like water. When he opened his eyes, his pupils were light, like two pieces of crystal clear amber. He is like a gentle luminary in the endless darkness at this moment. Dazzled by this beauty, and adhering to her own responsibilities, Dundel vowed to do her best to safely escort the priest back to Talion. The air was quiet for a brief moment, and a low-pitched reply came to my ears as the other party came closer. "Then, please leave it to Miss Dundel." —— Evans was obsessed with war, power and intrigue. He has been ranked first in the Star Alliance's list of "people he least wants to be enemies with" for ten consecutive years. He naturally felt that the girl in front of him who talked about "black magic", "Priest" and "Talion Continent" was a madman. But this does not prevent him from using her to return to the capital star circle. While he was playing the so-called priest in front of her with ease, he was planning the opportunity to kick her away. Until... When the other party always looked at him with those black eyes of complete trust and pure devotion—— Some strange desire secretly grows. He seemed to be jealous of the real priest. How can someone gain such 100% trust and loyalty with just one title? … He wants it too. —— 1V1, he, self-painted cover It's a healing fan with delicious food and fluffy sand sculptures I'm really saving my manuscript, but I'm just a little stuck. I feel that 22 years is very promising. Intention: Go in both directions and achieve mutual success