Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesa was too lazy to discuss the definition of a madman with Jonathan, and she didn't want to pay attention to this bad guy now.

Evelin, on the other hand, came back dizzy after being kissed, and stood there for a long time before she remembered what she had just been asked to do.

'We have to get him out! He's been to Hamunaptra!'

The process after that was very smooth - the male prisoner was about to be hanged, Jonathan offered to ransom him, the warden made an offer, Evelyn bargained, and Mori Yuesha paid.

A small gold bar.

Although Evelin repeatedly emphasized that her brother should pay, and she would never let such a young child use her personal property to pay for herself, Mori Yuesha really didn't care much about this matter.

In addition to the fact that she is a happy little rich woman, there are also several small mountains of gold bars in the wabi-sabi courtyard. After becoming familiar with modern rules, Arrietty and her group of little fairies always find a way to get money.

So much so that every time she met them, Mori Yuesha had to emphasize to them that she was rich, happy to buy things for them, and told them not to do bad things, etc. - but the hill still grew slowly and continuously.

Jonathan's focus was different. He was curious about where Mori Yuesha took out the gold bar.

"Teach me, teach me how you hid it." He bent down with his hat in hand and looked at Mori Yuesha carefully. After discovering that she was wearing a 'lady's dress' and there was absolutely no hidden pocket, his eyes began to flicker with a desire for knowledge that had never appeared before.

"Girls can only hide two." Mori Yuesha made a two: "You..."

Mori Yuesa looked at him.

"You can only hide one."

'Why? ' Jonathan thought for a long time before he understood: "Hey, are you talking about something beyond your age?"

……

They agreed to depart from Giza Port in a few days, and Evelyn hurriedly pulled Mori Yuesha back to the museum.

This must have been an interesting adventure for the young female scholar obsessed with mummies. Before that, in addition to returning the money for the small gold bar to Mori Yuesha, the girl also had endless clothes and cosmetics to pack up.

Mori Yuesha actually has nothing to pack, which is very similar to Jonathan. Both of them are the type who only bring themselves with them when they go.

So, while Director Terrence seemed hesitant to speak, Evelyn happily asked for leave, told her brother not to be taken to the police station before boarding the ship, and asked Mori Yuesha to keep an eye on him before she went straight into the house she rented.

"She even walks so lightly, she must be so happy. Do you think it's because..." Jonathan sighed as he looked at his sister's back, and when he turned around - Mori Yuesha was about to disappear around the corner of another street.

Jonathan: …

Can you listen to others carefully?

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Mori Yuesa was jumping up and down humming a song.

She had just bought two small local cakes, and she ate one while walking and put the other in her bag.

After passing the bustling downtown and walking forward for another twenty minutes, the population gradually becomes less dense. Passing through the half-high shabby slums, going deeper into the area, you will find the mine.

Baruna lives, works and lives here.

Men, women, grease, stench, ditches full of black soup, flies, and indifferent eyes.

Along the way, young and old, men and women had their faces, clothes, and fingertips all covered in black oil stains. Most of them hunched their backs and saluted as Mori Yuesha passed by with a hum.

His eyes were full of envy.

Only some young boys, seeing a few guys with bad intentions sneaking up on Mori Yuesha, wanted to warn them - but they were stopped by the older and experienced ones.

Here, you can live in peace if you don't mind your own business.

Mori Yuesha walked and stopped, crossing the muddy and shining puddles. The gravel rustled as the wind hit the leaves. In front of her was a very long and narrow alley.

Under the barbaric system here, there is no uniform standard for streets and alleys. Whoever wants to build a house or live in more places should look at his fists and the machete on his waist.

If it is hard and sharp enough, you can even live in someone else's house - this also creates low visibility in this narrow, dark and damp alley. The space is also severely squeezed by the messy wooden boards built here and there, and only one person can pass through each road.

The young girl in a dress walked into the abyss in the sunset.

…………

At least that's what Abdullah thought.

The young man, who was less than 20 years old, followed the girl with a few men. They all wore copper rings on their mouths, and Abdullah's copper ring was particularly large and brighter.

——Because his ears were sharp enough to hear the crisp sound of the silver accessories on the girl's long skirt colliding.

——Because his eyes were sharp enough, he had already fixed his eyes on her fair body and the instep that was inadvertently exposed.

——Because his arms were strong enough, with bulging muscles, the boy, who was already brown and had been bathed in the sun all year round, looked even darker, and his thighs were strong and solid, enough to chase the enemy in a gunfight or to abandon his weapon and escape.

——Because he is smart enough...

Ha, that’s the only thing that’s not true.

That's what Rahman, the old man who had prevented him from joining the organization, said.

While he was still alive.

'Yes, Abdullah, you have good sight, good hearing, and are strong and powerful, like a natural fighter, but you know, you can't join that organization, you will die.'

'Because you're not smart enough.'

Bullshit, his brain works faster than that of the rich sheikh. Maybe while that man was still sipping his drink slowly, he had already kidnapped three good-looking girls and sold them for money.

Action, talent, brains, all of which are indispensable - he is destined to rule here.

"This is a big deal." The boy touched the copper ring on his mouth excitedly, then turned around and arranged the men behind him: they were all young guys who were not much different from him.

"Don't use the knife, understand?"

"We can enjoy it first, and then strip her of all the valuables... yes, the skirt, shoes and hairpins, all of which can be sold. After that, I will contact the buyer. Don't let it be like last time!"

Abdullah pushed the short boy's head with his bony fingers. "The girl you killed should be worth at least that much!"

He pointed at four fingers and warned sternly: "You'd better be careful. If you get into trouble again, you'll have to pay for it yourself!"

Last time, the girl who looked younger than this time was extremely fragile. When he found her, she was already dead. In the end, he had no choice but to wash the girl and use her as food.

It does taste a little more tender than that of an adult woman.

"Come on, she's going in, follow her."

"I rarely see such a beautiful one. Look at her... She doesn't look her age." Abdullah joked with his men, while lifting the waistband of his trousers, which were roughly sewn with pieces of rags, and waved his hand: "Maybe we can sell it for a high price. We can buy two guns."

Mr. Abdullah, who enjoyed a bright future, followed the girl in a dress into the abyss they had set.

Chapter14 Shall we get started?

Some people think of the abyss as endless darkness.

Some people are afraid of strange-looking ghosts.

In various religious texts, there are different descriptions of "black", "deep" and "darkness". Later, when they found that adding humanity could make it more profound, these mortals walking on the earth began to represent the gods in a big way to make money.

There was even a time when they plundered dignity, life, and chastity.

Abdullah shook his head and hummed a local ditty. Now, he and his men no longer concealed the heavy footsteps of men. In this familiar alley, they were like the gods described in the classics.

'Walking on the edge of the dark abyss, locusts covered the ground, we slaughtered the flock with daggers burned in the scorching sun...'

This is their abyss, a place where they have absolute control.

The men raised their left and right hands and knocked on the doors and windows of the houses in the alley as they walked. The knocks made a lot of noise, but no one opened the door and looked out. Whenever they heard this sound, they knew that another young girl's soul had disappeared.

The knocking is more noticeable when no one wants to cause trouble.

Did you hear that?

Run, run quickly!

Abdullah grinned, revealing his yellow front teeth, and rubbed his thighs with his fingers - he couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to see, wanted to see the girl screaming with her eyes wide open, stumbling and running!

They would break a few clothes drying racks made of branches, their soft little heels would fall into the mud, and their toes painted with tempting colors might even kick stones and become swollen; they would scream at the top of their lungs, like dying ducks waiting to be slaughtered, with their slender necks stretched out; they were filled with fear, pain, and regret!

They regretted coming here by themselves, maneuvering their fragile and attractive bodies into the dirty, low-life refugee zone alone; they would have to pay the price for their innocent curiosity!

All the pursuits are like hunting. If you run faster, they chase you faster; if you run slower, they take big strides. If a soft handbag is thrown on your face, they laugh out loud; if a girl’s sharp nails scratch your chest, oh... the fun before you get started.

Their wrists could be raised and hung on the door of someone's house in the alley - this was Abdullah's kindness. He was a young boy, so he was always soft-hearted. Once such a good thing happened, he would hang the girl on the door of the lucky person who was chosen, so that the old man in the house who had never seen a woman in his life could listen carefully to a perfect performance.

This is his mercy as the master of the abyss. Speaking of which, many people have already listened to the performance. Did they like it?

If you love this kind of wailing, why not join them?

At least, several young people living here have chosen to join the organization without telling their families. One warrior even opened the door and walked out when the girl was hung on the door.

Abdullah liked the look of the girl before.

The despair and wail before destruction.

Now, let me see, what is your choice for this most beautiful girl with the best figure I have ever seen.

Run, or use your nails…?

——Turning a corner to the right, Abdullah was the first to see the girl, and then the men behind him began to snicker.

She actually just waited there, staring at the boys with her big innocent eyes.

Oh…that’s awesome.

The short man's men tried to move forward but were stopped by Abdullah.

"I'll go first this time."

The snickering got louder.

As an experienced worker, Abdullah had high standards. He usually waited aside, rolled a cigarette, and listened to the wailing gradually faded away. Then he pulled away a few of his bull-eyed subordinates, grabbed the girl's hair, and dragged the "cargo" like a pool of mud out of the crowd.

This time it's different.

Several young boys smiled evilly and walked over slowly - in the folded corner of this alley, the space was slightly larger, and compared to a road that could only allow one person to pass through, at least several people could stand at the corner.

This gave Abdullah and his men a better, closer viewing spot.

"Go ahead! Boss!"

“This is the first time I’ve seen such…”

"How much can she be sold for? Let's...let's sell her to Mr. Sheikh? I have never seen a girl more beautiful than her..."

"Idiot! The Sheikh has gone crazy, haven't you heard?!"

"Then let's not use too much force, shall we? If it gets damaged, it won't be worth the money."

“I’m sure I’ll be able to buy two guns this time.”

Abdullah touched his waist and tilted his head to look over. The innocent girl was still standing there, with her hands crossed in front of her stomach, holding a small leather bag that looked quite valuable.

Black is embroidered on the leather like scales, and pale spiral lines circle the place where the hand is held, creating an exquisite and eccentric combination.

The light grey dress she wore was embroidered with small patterns, as if the earth had been scorched by moonlight all along, and the liquid silver sprinkled on her body rose up, emitting a breath as light as mist.

Her arms and neck were very slender and pale, thinner and whiter than any girl Abdullah had ever seen; her lips were as delicate as the petals of a flower about to drip, and as crystal clear and full as the flesh of a peach.

Most importantly, the eyes that revealed...

Pure and wild style.

Abdullah's whole body was boiling with excitement. At this moment, all the power and struggles disappeared. On the left side of the boy's chest, it seemed as if a pair of smooth hands were gently rubbing his pounding heart, and the blood was flowing faster in this young and strong body.

They are bubbling and about to gush out!

"Hello... beautiful lady." Abdullah grinned. What he didn't notice was that, generally speaking, ladies surrounded by several men would exclaim or look at them with fear.

But this girl didn't.

"Hello." The girl said in a clear voice like a wind chime: "Too slow."

——What? Abdullah was stunned for a moment.

"It's too slow." The girl had an interested smile on her lips, but when she looked at her facial features, it was a weird smile.

An increasingly cold feeling appeared on the boys' skin.

They begin to crawl through the pores.

"You know what? I'm very busy. It's time for dinner. Can't you walk faster? Four or five boys, walking as slowly as eunuchs. Oh, please don't ask me what eunuchs are."

After mumbling something that Abdullah did not understand, the girl gracefully placed her bag on the small stone table and reached back to take off a small sheet to cover it.