My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Cassandra's favorite course is Herbology, and her favorite among the thousands of magical plants is the poisonous tentacle.

She felt that the poisonous tentacles were very similar to her: cold, tough, and covered with poisonous hairs. They could easily keep people away, but could also tightly grasp prey that entered her hunting range and never let go.

Just like her life creed: claiming sovereignty is the most important thing, and no one else should dare to get their hands on things that belong to you.

But...but...

After meeting Latan, Cassandra's cold shell was shattered by the red-haired lion. For the first time, she felt the feeling of being captured by someone else. Every movement, every expression, and every glance back of this man tightly wrapped around her heart like a poisonous tentacle.

It suffocated her, made her unable to stop, and made her willing to sink into the poison of Latarn's extraordinary charm.

She didn't mind Latan's indifference and alienation, and even felt that just looking at him from afar was enough to nourish her dry and hot heart.

She was even willing to remain single for the rest of her life, holding onto a tiny and humble hope, just watching him grow up, waiting for him to give her a gentle touch like a dragonfly touching water...

But, a man like this would actually take the initiative to tease a half-orc? !

Cassandra was so furious that she wanted to ask Latan loudly for the first time why she was inferior to that flat-chested cat-eared bitch. But when she walked in front of Latan and looked at the Red Lion's (helpless) smile, her anger instantly dissipated like ice and snow in spring.

Maybe... he just likes orcs? If she really loves him, why can't she respect his preferences?

Cassandra was not a woman who would give up easily. She decided to question Latan one last time. However, looking at those terrifying yet majestic gentle eyes, the language center in her brain was temporarily out of control.

She heard herself ask, "Can you get an erection?"

When there was a moment of silence, Cassandra could feel her cheeks burning.

"I don't need to demonstrate this myself, right?" She heard Latan use a joking tone to ease the awkwardness, and her heart was suddenly filled with gratitude. He was really gentle.

The annoying Italian kid yelled, "No, sister--"

The more annoying Japanese sissy stepped on the Italian brat: "Shut up, duck."

"I, I, I..." Cassandra lowered her head and looked at her toes, her cheeks redder than Latarn's hair, "I'm not--"

"I know what you mean, Miss Worley," she heard Latarn say in a voice as soft as the breeze. "Would you mind walking around the castle with me?"

Cassandra declared in a tone as solemn as a wedding vow: "I do."

She felt something crawling up her calf and onto her shoulder. It was the poisonous snake that looked blue at first glance, but in fact each scale of the snake was changing into colorful colors. Its narrow snake eyes were staring at her, flashing a scrutinizing light.

The venomous snake asked Latan something in a language that she couldn't understand, and Latan answered the venomous snake in the same language. The corners of the cold-blooded animal's mouth actually curled up slightly, like a playful smile, and seemed to be satisfied.

Ratan seemed a little embarrassed. He picked up Ginny and held her in his arms. The Weasley girl looked like a baby compared to his size. He said, "Come on, Wally...Cassandra."

He called me by my first name!

Cassandra felt dizzy and her heart pounding. She quickly ran to Latan and watched him raise his middle finger to the laughing Italian brat and Japanese sissy.

Even the obscene gestures are so handsome!

She followed Latan out of the Request-Granting Dormitory. The Red Lion walked very slowly, actively adapting to her walking speed. He really...

"Cassandra," Latan asked, "Do you worship me or do you love me?"

She was stunned. "Is there any difference?"

"I have a brother who worships my father like a god. He taught me a truth - worship is the furthest distance from love. If you regard me as a flat idol instead of a living person, I am afraid your thinking has gone astray."

"He means you're too fanatical," Ginny summed up pithily.

Cassandra said anxiously: "But I——"

"Do you know me? Do I know you?" Latan asked questions one after another. "I don't know what you like or hate. You never seem to tell me these things. You never seem to have mentioned who your parents are, what you do, or how you've been doing recently."

She was about to answer when she saw Latan holding up his palm towards her. "Don't answer so quickly," he said. "Look at me carefully first. Who do you see - Latan Magnus? Or your god?"

Cassandra was no fool.

On the contrary, she was very smart, even extremely smart. Latan's words were like ice water poured over her head, instantly cooling her overheated love brain and bringing her into a highly calm and rational state.

She followed Latan and watched him inspect the school shops that were under construction. He smiled at the wizards who had originally opened shops in Hogsmeade, listened to their needs with parental patience, and did his best to meet their needs within a reasonable range.

He would comfort the owner of Honeydukes Candy Store who lost his wife in the warm snow, and he would also sternly ask the members of the "Eagle Group" to speed up the progress of the project, and would not hesitate to spend more money to shorten the rest time of the "Eagle Group".

"I don't care how hard you work, you just need to know one thing: the sooner you finish the work, the more gold you will get."

Cassandra watched him go to the owner of the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store, a witch as thin as a sewing needle, who gladly accepted his request to customize dinner suits for him and Ginny, and said that the order would be free of charge.

Latan frowned and said, "I don't take a single needle or thread from the masses, and you can't put anything other than needles and thread into my pocket. This is an iron rule that cannot be broken or crossed!"

The lady boss, who was rescued from the warm snow by him, begged desperately: "Just this once."

"If there's a first time, there'll be a second time. We must never let this happen." He forced the coin into the counter, and at least he had to use an awl to get it out. "One hand for the money, the other for the goods. Otherwise, I'll smash your signboard!"

At this moment, he was extremely violent, but he turned around and spoke kindly to the owner of Zonko's Joke Shop: "Remember Fred and George? They are both talented, perseverant, and determined. You can take them as apprentices and pass on their skills. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

Boss Zuko hesitated: "The Weasley twins are smart, but they are too naughty..."

"If anything goes wrong, it's my fault," Latan promised firmly, and suddenly showed a cunning expression, "If I find out that you treat apprentices as hard labor, I will count how many heads you have."

"I dare not! I dare not!" Boss Zuko shook his head hurriedly, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Latan then regained his smile and said, "Great. In the future, there will surely be other students with strong hands-on skills who will need this kind of practical learning opportunity. Please help me notify all store managers to prepare to accept apprentices. This will help students living in ivory towers quickly adapt to society..."

After agreeing with the proprietress Fengya to pick up the dress in the afternoon, Cassandra followed Latan through the corridor without a single ray of sunlight and found the white-haired giant wearing a yellow helmet. She heard Latan call him Dorn: "...What's going on? Where are the windows of the castle?"

"Pure Originium is very suitable for the God Machine. The energy conversion efficiency of the Heart of the God Machine has increased by 30%." Dorn said in a stereotyped tone, "In comparison, this castle is too small and too fragile. The overall structure needs to be modified."

Latan pointed to the sixth floor corridor, which was as dim as the cellar. "So where's my window?"

"The hatchway doesn't need windows," Dorn said coldly. "Multiple exterior walls, composite armor, and short and long range firepower points are more important than lighting. Create a fine piece of engineering that showcases the style of the Seventh Engineers. I will not allow my work to be as fragile as Perturabo's emotions."

A blue hard hat hit Dorn's rock-hard skull with a bang, and a badger with a ferocious face jumped out from the floor. "Don't let anyone stop me! Today I'm going to show this stinking rock what it means to be strong inside and out!"

After saying that, the badger glared at the indifferent Latan and said, "You really won't stop me?!"

Latarn extended his hand politely: "Please."

"Damn it Magnus!" The badger cursed in a low voice, his eyes falling on Cassandra, "That damn snake is actually... well, a pure-blooded human, with outstanding looks, but his body is a little fragile, but it can be compensated. One-eyed dragon, you are quite good at choosing women!"

Dawn nodded slowly, "Yeah."

Cassandra's cheeks burned as she heard Latarn say, "I won't force her to choose me."

"Coward!" The badger jumped up and cursed, "Soft bastard! Wimp!"

Dawn nodded again: "Yeah."

"Whatever you say." Latan turned to Cassandra, "Let me introduce you. This is my fourth brother and seventh brother. The one on your shoulder is Little Twenty."

Cassandra greeted everyone stiffly: "Hello."

"Mortals don't have to kneel down when they see us." Badger said gloomily, "The world is really going downhill."

"'He' liberated mankind from ignorance so that they would never have to kneel again." Latan refuted, "I think the present is better than the past."

Dawn nodded for the third time: "Yeah."

The badger glared at him: "Whose side are you on?"

"The side that makes sense," Dawn said.

"Let's not talk about anything else for now." Latan stopped the badger from getting angry again, "Have you hidden the handwriting he left behind?"

"Merge with the heart of this little darling beneath your feet." The badger grinned, "You have no idea how excited she was. It took all my skill and knowledge to keep her from tearing this poor little island into pieces."

Latan laughed. “You are indeed the best mechanical engineer in the universe.”

"Do you think I'm happy to receive your praise? I won't be happy at all!"

Dorn suddenly sneered: "Ha..."

Latan wisely left space for the enraged badger and the indifferent and scheming rock. Cassandra followed him down the dramatically transformed staircase, whose original marble material and its ability to change direction at any time had been completely changed. The Gothic metal carved handrails and the heavy black rock gave it a daunting majesty.

Cassandra saw that there was a rock sculpture of various shapes standing at regular intervals on the handrail. Some looked like a double-winged sword, some like a two-headed snake, some like a semi-mechanical skeleton, and some were simply a clenched fist... There were about a dozen different stone sculptures in total.

Although Dorne said that firepower and defense were more important than lighting, he still built a complex and sophisticated light refraction system that allowed the natural light outside the castle to be reflected and diffracted, shining on the high-hanging stained glass rose window, making it scatter light like the sun.

It also prevented Cassandra from stepping on empty air and falling.

Another huge change is that the medieval armored knight that originally stood at the door of the castle wall is gone. Instead, there is a huge niche dug out of the metal wall, in which is placed a black iron statue with its feet on the floor and its head touching the dome.