Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"what?"

The sheriff put his hands together in a circle: "Box, a box."

His sharp eyes swept over the two of them.

"No, I remember. She just asked me, 'Do you have any geography books?' Unfortunately, we only have this modern geography book here."

Mori Yuesha clicked her green fingernails and lowered her head: "The rest depends on history. Mr. Sheriff, do you understand? The geography of the earth will change with the changes in world history..."

The other party didn't want to listen to the nonsense of this plump noble girl who didn't look her age. He nodded to Terrence with a stern face, took a few steps back, and said to the four people in unison:

"In the near future, you may be asked to go to the police station to make a record. Please do not leave Cairo."

Terrence nodded quickly. "No problem, Mr. Sheriff, you know, I was born here when I was a child. I am a local. Look, my museum has been open for many years."

"We have nowhere to go, and we won't leave this city, so please don't worry. Look at this girl, she doesn't know anything, and she may even have to go back to school for further studies in a year or two. You know that Western school—"

The sheriff suddenly knew who Mori Yuesha's nagging came from, or who Terrence's nagging came from.

Chapter 9 Moon Mist and Golden Eyeball

"Damn it! I don't care why that woman committed suicide!"

"Where's my box?!"

Today was supposed to be cleaning day, but the servants were too scared by Mr. Sheikh to come in. The house was filled with the smell of alcohol, and the sweet red wine was absorbed by the thick carpet, making a "puff puff" sound when stepped on.

Mr. Sheikh had messy hair and his chest hair was exposed in his open shirt. He stared at the man in front of him with a stern expression.

The sheriff sat on the sofa, holding a crumpled cigarette.

At night, next to the empty second-floor living room, the floor-to-ceiling door opened, and the moonlight and evening breeze came in, carrying the smell of wine and hitting the brown curtains.

"Mr. Sheikh, I have sent people to look for Madam Taiya in all the places she has been, but there is nothing there!" The sheriff was also a little impatient. The rush of the afternoon had caused a bigger boil to grow on the nose of this man who was prone to getting angry. "Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?"

"The body was covered with signs of torture. Do you want everyone to know that our Sheikh, a kind, pious, charity-loving, devoted man to his wife, a perfect man, is actually a sadist and a psychopath?"

"Is this what you wanted?!"

"Your wife couldn't bear the humiliation so much that she committed suicide? And then she lost your things?"

The sheriff rubbed his nose indignantly and accidentally touched the pustule. He gritted his teeth and said "Pooh", then picked up the bottle of wine on the table and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"If it weren't for me..." The man put down the bottle and raised his head. The big bump on his nose made it look even bigger. "If it weren't for the fact that I still have a little power, Mr. Sheikh, you would be in trouble."

Under pressure, the sheriff burned Taya's body and used his power to silence the forensic doctor and his detectives, for which he received a large sum of money.

"That's what you owe me, sir. I beg you to remember that I'm a sheriff."

The Sheikh sneered, put his legs on the table, and pushed the bottle away with his foot. "Yes, Sheriff. So, you burned a body, but the victim committed suicide. You desecrated—"

"Who is that for?!"

boom!

Wow.

There was a loud bang on the table and a glass was broken.

“I paid!” Sheikh roared.

"The money you gave me is not enough for me to take my men to carpet search half of Cairo!! Sheikh, damn it, you bastard!"

"I don't care about that. I want my box!" Sheikh frantically grabbed his chest, leaving red marks on it. "Do you know how much that box is worth?"

The sheriff stood up suddenly!

"I don't care how much it's worth." The man in police uniform looked down at her. He opened his hand and pointed at Sheikh: "Ask your lover - is her name Afafu? Anyway, the woman who had contact with Taiya, to come to the police station tomorrow to record a statement."

"I'm at the critical juncture of my promotion, don't give me trouble, Sheik. That's your box, not mine."

"In my opinion, being able to cover up Taiya's affairs for you is a sign of our deep relationship."

"Do you know how many scars and holes there are on her body?"

The two breathless men glared at each other. After a while, Sheikh slowly sat up from the sofa and stood up with his knees supported. Under the influence of alcohol, the man was staggering.

"Come on, what you did..." The drunken Mr. Sheikh said as he staggered, lowering his head to find a remaining bottle of wine on the carpet.

"Sheikh, you'd better not cause me any trouble." The sheriff took a step back and straightened his collar. "After everyone's statements are handed in and the process is over, I will arrange for the medical examiner to issue a suicide certificate, and then, please, give me the remaining money."

"Also, you'd better not mention the box to me again."

The sheriff dodged the glass and empty bottles on the floor, walked out of the living room quickly with a look of disgust on his face, and when he met two anxious maids at the stairs, he made another loud "Pooh" sound.

"The master you serve is a stinking piece of garbage."

After venting a few curses as if to vent their anger, the two maids watched the men leave in a hurry. Only until the door was slammed loudly did they look at each other silently.

Without Madam Taiya, no one dared to go up.

——That was not just a simple suffering. There have been many screams coming from the second floor over the years.

"Shh... go down first... maybe he's asleep..."

The moonlight started from a light white and then turned darker. By the time the show was over, the moonlight on Mori Yuesha's cheeks was coated with a layer of silver frost that shouldn't have existed in this season.

The beautiful silver moon looks at the earth.

The girl sat on the eaves with a few newspapers under her buttocks. She took off her shoes and hung barefoot over the balcony on the second floor.

"La la la..."

Arrietty sat on top of the girl, carefully wiping her rapier with a small piece of cloth.

"What does Her Majesty intend to do?"

In the dimness, the goblin's voice became very loud in the silent night.

The silver tide in the distance entangles the girl under the moon like fog. It is as docile as a few tamed snakes, quietly entwining around the slender figure - they cruise, rubbing the girl's face from time to time, and circling around her neck from time to time. After silently exploding, they gather again in the next moment, and the light and fog are intertwined in layers, leisurely connecting with the black hair.

Mori Yuesha rested her chin on her knees, hugged her legs and looked down at this land that had been silent for thousands of years.

How many people are buried here?

Women and young girls, or underage girls. They must be charming and beautiful, full of love and tenderness. Every night, they stare at the moon eagerly, what do they want to see in their pure and clean pupils?

The silver moon's light mist could not penetrate the tightly wrapped black robe and veil, nor could the scorching sun of the day.

However, the eyes of human beings can achieve great power that even nature cannot. It has to be said that this is truly a magical world.

The ethereal voice blended with the moonlight, and the girl grew antlers like branches and took a sip of the silver tide from the night sky.

"I want his eyes."

The voice lamented: "Strung together, wrapped in gold heated to liquid form - the golden eyeballs of Mr. Sheikh, the eternal organ, the ultimate self-salvation of sadism, the sight in gold, the gold in the sight."

"The window of the soul and the dream of life that will always be together."

"Well...how is it, little knight?"

brush!

Swing the sword tip!

"That's a great suggestion, Your Majesty." A fiery figure, no bigger than a palm, flashed by.

"La la la..."

The figure under the moon continued to hum an interesting ballad.

A black cat nimbly jumped onto the eaves, swaying its shiny and muscular body and slowly approaching Mori Yuesa. It had a golden earring on its right ear.

"Why not kill him?"

"It's still early. Humans always need to experience more before they can learn more." Mori Yuesha hugged her knees: "This is especially true for Mr. Sheikh."

Chapter 10 Bastet's Butt

The silver moon mist suddenly dispersed after the black cat opened its mouth.

The girl, who no longer had antlers, turned her head and saw the golden earring on the cat's right ear, which was extremely eye-catching. It found a place not far from the girl and lay down, leisurely putting its hands in its pockets, and looking at Mori Yuesha with its big dark green eyes.

"So that's what you want to do. You want to torture that man."

The black cat's voice is very distinctive. In this delicate and soft feminine voice, Mori Yuesa actually feels a certain cold aura.

Roar, blood, swords.

"Of course, I used to do this." The black cat swung its tail a little proudly, "Aren't you curious?"

What it means is - don't you wonder how a cat can speak human language?

However, it didn't expect that Mori Yuesha actually nodded in sudden realization, turned around with puffed cheeks, and called out in a tentative and questioning tone...

"…Mother?"

The black cat was sluggish.

"Mom... meow?"

cat:……

"No...you are..."

"She's cuter than me..."

"Mama Meow?"

"Alas." The cat stretched out its paws to cover its eyes and sighed in a very human way: "I... I'm not."

Mori Yuesha doesn't care whether she suffers any loss or not. Ever since Oshit appeared, everyone looks like her mother to her. The girl often fantasizes about how her next mother will appear.

As for cats... they should be much cuter than that yellow waste mother.

"I told you I'm not one of you!" The woman's meowing voice became louder. "No wonder, I've heard of your name a long time ago, but I didn't expect..."

Under the innocent gaze of the girl, the black cat swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth: "I didn't expect... to be so cute."

"So, should I ask who you are?"

A man and a cat sat on the roof, chatting facing the moon, and from time to time they could hear the man's screams from below.

"I am Bastet." The voice finally became majestic.

"Bast?"

Bastet.

She remembered the name.

——The cat god in ancient Egyptian mythology, who was once the goddess of war in Lower Egypt and later became the patron saint of the family.

——He has always represented the moon.

"Meow." The black cat called out, "It's not the Silver Moon you think it is."

The black cat stood up, and under Mori Yuesha's curious gaze, he hunched over and stretched his body: "I'm not as famous as you. I'm just an ancient Egyptian god who is about to disappear."

These days, Mori Yuesha has become very familiar with Egyptian mythology: "Yes, the cat god that our ancestors had."

The black cat's little face wrinkled up, just like a human, wrinkled and angry, and turned its head away from her.

"Hey."

The black cat was angrily ignoring people.

"Miss?"

Ignore it.

The girl curled her dark green nails into her palms, clenched her fists on both sides of her chin, twisted them lightly, and smiled with curved eyes: "Meow~?"

"Hmph!" It seemed that Mori Yuesha's cute attack had a great effect on the goddess. She reluctantly turned her head and secretly glanced at Mori Yuesha's cute movements: "Hmph..."

I don't know whether it was the person petting the cat or the cat petting the person, but from this point of view, it is more likely that the cat petted Mori Yuesha.