Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"That's what it did."

Sure enough, the little cow believed it, whined fiercely a few times, and pounced on Bastet with both paws raised!

"Mori Tsukisa! You bastard!"

After being kicked in the face several times, Bastet didn't tolerate the other party. She stretched out her little paw pads and hit the cow cat a few times. The two cats were entangled in this way, you scold me and I scold you, you hit my face and I kick your stomach...

The desktop was suddenly very lively.

"Alas, Alia's cat is not as rude as it." Saying this sarcastically, Mori Yuesha quietly stepped back and went up to the second floor through the corridor.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor was much cleaner. Ignoring the corpse, the house was tidy, and there was a little dirt in the corners.

The wooden shelves creaked when stepped on, the oil lamp was burning dimly, and on a rectangular office desk, there were a few pieces of paper scattered diagonally.

"Find the box and bring it to me."

The letter provided several specific names, including his own and Evelyn's—and a strange symbol was printed at the end of the letter.

Is that a... scale?

"Ανουβι?..." The black cat had followed at some point, and was quietly lying not far from the oil lamp. Reflecting the flickering light of the fire, its dark green eyes looked even deeper.

He walked over, lowered his head, and read it carefully. A small plum blossom-shaped footprint was also imprinted on the scale.

"Now it's called Anubis." The black cat looked at Mori Yuesha: "Thousands of years ago, his followers used the scales as a symbol to represent him."

Anubis?

The spirit that leads the dead into the afterlife, the god of funerals, the one on whose hill, the judge of the place of embalming.

The most popular is his 'Weighing of the Heart' - in this ritual, Anubis would weigh the heart of the deceased to see if it was lighter or heavier than the ostrich feather symbolizing Maat (truth).

If the dead soul has done good deeds throughout his life, then the heart will be lighter than the feather, otherwise it will be heavier.

I won’t say much about the good and bad endings. In any religion that has been preached for thousands of years, the good guys are happy and smiling, while the bad guys are miserable.

Although the reality is mostly not like this.

So, this box... is also related to the followers of Anubis?

Eve and I are being targeted?

That kobold is looking for me?

"It's a jackal, black, with pointed ears, a thin belly and a long body... Jackal. Ms. Mori, have you really read the history of ancient Egypt?" The black cat squinted: "It's a god from the underworld. But things are too strange... Anubis?"

Bastet put her hands in her pockets seriously, her tail swaying restlessly, her shadow cast on the wall by the firelight, appearing quite long.

"My divine box was created by Anubis, so He should also know how to release the fragments of divine power inside."

Mori Yuesha pulled a chair over and sat down: "Are you saying that the dog-head is going to steal your treasure?"

"It's a jackal... Never mind." Bastet sighed, "I don't know. I haven't seen any gods since I woke up."

——In the age when the gods have disappeared, even the smallest bit of power that was previously looked down upon may become the fuse for a war.

——Anubis, would he really want to take his own divine box?

Mori Yuesha was more inclined to an affirmative answer. The other party was obviously looking for this "key". Her purpose was probably the same as Bastet's, to get the news about the divine box and the descendants of humans from the priest who had lived for thousands of years.

It just happened that Mr. Abdullah from this organization met Mori Yuesa.

"If it's Anubis, we have to speed up our actions..." The black cat looked out the window with deep eyes: "He should have lost some power like me, so he wants to take away some of my fragments."

"Maybe he used divine descent as well."

God descends?

Mori Yuesa looked at the black cat.

"Can you beat the big black dog?" The girl touched his head and said with some concern: "I can help you."

Just as the black cat was about to say something, the girl began to count on her fingers: "I have read an ancient book from the Far East. It contains many strategies about war. I think we can do this."

Shake your palm and separate your two index fingers for comparison.

"It was the story of a king who won a bet on a horse race."

The girl moved her left index finger: "First match, top horse pair..."

The right index finger moved: "Towards an inferior horse."

"In the second round, the top horse will face the middle horse again."

"Finally, the best horse against the best horse."

“That way, he won the game.”

Bastet was no longer surprised by Mori Yuesha's crazy talk.

"You mean, we all have top-quality horses?" The black cat shook its tail: "Actually, we don't need to fight like this—"

"We...? No," Mori Yuesha shook her head and pointed at Bastet: "You are the only superior horse. You are a god."

Bastet: ...It was just me against three from beginning to end?

"What about you? What are you responsible for?"

The girl put her palms together and closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling a few times:

"Praying for you."

"…Put your hand here so I can bite it."

Chapter 17 The Great Liar and Adventurer

Although there were some twists and turns along the way, Mori Yuesha did not forget why she came here.

Baloo's home was nearby, and after separating from Bastet, the girl hummed a song and began to grope along the first house in the mine. Following Arrietty's nose, she found the little boy's residence.

Speaking of which, the child's living environment is pretty good. There is a house on the top, but most of the time he should be underground - where Mori Yuesa is standing.

The small studio is separated by piles of bricks. Strong smells of oil and mildew can be smelled from outside the door. The originally yellow adobe bricks have turned black and green in the humid environment, and there are even small green sprouts growing from the cracks between the bricks.

dong dong.

Mori Yuesha knocked twice.

There was a commotion in the house. Something iron fell to the ground with a clang, followed by the sound of wood blocks colliding and the sound of simple slippers running...

Squeak.

"Sister?" Baru, with a bird's nest of hair that hadn't been washed for three days and wearing very old pajamas, opened the door for Mori Yuesha.

After seeing her, the boy was pleasantly surprised. He wiped the oil stain on his forehead awkwardly, and wanted to reach out his hand, but retracted it and pointed to the door: "Come in, come in! How did you find this place?!"

Mori Yuesha jumped into the house with her hands behind her back and sniffed: "I smelled it."

Xiao Baru closed the door, and in addition to being surprised, he suddenly thought of something, with a hint of fear in his pupils: "You, you, you came here by yourself...?"

Mori Yuesha turned around: "What's the matter?"

"There are bad guys here!" Baru jumped and waved his hands, dragged out a finger-thick chain from under the table, and wrapped the already closed door a few more times to lock it shut: "There's a group of guys wandering around, late at night! They're going to kidnap girls!"

Mori Yuesha held the corner of her mouth: "Abu...what's that name?"

"Abdullah?" Baru shouted, "How do you know this name? Have you seen him?!"

"Don't make a fuss, Baloo."

Baru was not making a fuss. He had gone from being surprised to being extremely worried.

"You can't do this! I told you, sister, you can't come over to me at night!"

Mori Yuesa walked around the huge machine frame in the center of the room and went to the fireplace. After flipping the firewood out of boredom, she turned to the other side of the room and fiddled with the wrench and badly worn cross screwdriver on Baru's workbench.

Ding Ding Dang Dang was absent-minded.

"Mori Tsukisa!"

"You have to call me sister."

"You have to be obedient before I can call you sister." Baru, who was obviously younger than Mori Yuesha, had a serious and fearful look on his face: "You can't come at night, really. I heard that they have kidnapped many young girls."

"Abdullah? They are all dead..." Mori Yuesha looked at Baru: "If it is the person you are talking about, they are all dead."

"How can it be?!"

Baru glared at Mori Yuesha angrily, "I'm getting angry!"

"Really." Mori Yuesha put her hands next to her chin, shaped them like cat scratches, and twisted them. "A huge, ugly black cat opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Abdullah in one gulp."

"Its tail was as short as a pot lid and was hairless. Its eyes were green like copper rust. Its teeth were so sharp that they bit off their arms and thighs. Its body was dirty black, flowing with inky black juice and emitting a foul smell."

Mori Yuesha raised her arms in a very serious tone: "It's a terrible monster, jumping down from the roof, and happily eating garbage! By chance, Mr. Abdullah appeared at the corner... Ouch!"

Bastet: ...

Planeswalker, you are so brave.

"Another fairy tale." Baru curled his lips. He didn't believe this sister who was talking nonsense. When he first met her, she actually said that she was from another world. What a big liar.

"Just this once! Don't you ever come to me alone again! It's too dangerous, sis!"

Mori Yuesha snorted twice and cast a curious look at the giant machine in the middle of the room as she spoke: "I'm about to go treasure hunting, and I came to see you before I leave."

"Treasure hunting?" Baru and Mori Yuesha stood side by side, proudly introducing the girl: "Let's take a look at this first! A flying machine! It's almost done!"

The huge brown wings took up most of the space in the room. It was unknown whether this "Baru-made" aircraft could fly into the sky, but its skeleton was now complete.

All that's left is painting and exterior sealing.

The long tail is connected by steel wires, and from inside the fuselage, you can see the gears and well-oiled bearings inside.

Although Mori Yuesha had never seen the internal structure of the plane, she probably knew that such a thing would definitely not be able to fly - in her own world.

The words here are... hard to say.

"This is the blueprint my father left behind!" Baru held his chin high, and gently stroked the wing with his palm as if he was touching some precious treasure: "It will definitely take me to the legendary land."

The legend of Mori Yuesha is in the pyramid, and the legend of Baru is in...

heaven.

Just like the huge photo on the wall opposite the door.

——The Storm Goddess blew up clouds and mist, obscuring the sight of mortals. Under the camera, a huge city loomed, and there was a line of words written under the photo.

'LAPATA.'

The handwriting is so vigorous and elegant that one can tell from the first stroke that the writer was in a carefree and high-spirited mood. In addition to this picture, there is also a photo of an airship setting sail, with a small circle of it hung on the side with short nails and fishing lines.

"Come and see! I have compiled many more stories that my father left behind!"

Holding Mori Yuesha, the young boy brought the girl to a desk that was out of place in the room. On the clean and dust-free desk, there were neatly arranged a diary, several drawings, tightly covered ink bottles, and two large stacks of proofreading papers.

There was a trumpet covered with a blue cloth in the corner of the table.

"Here! Look at this! What Dad said is true!"

Mori Yuesha held the diary and opened it carefully. This was a relic of Baru's father, and she didn't want to damage or fold any corner of it.

According to the diary, this young and strong pilot had traveled everywhere, flying his modified "Silver Wing Bird" through thundering and lightning clouds and across rough seas.

The man who had seen almost half of the world, flew his aircraft, which he had repaired and modified countless times, from youth to middle age, from curiosity to enthusiasm, until he flew through the storm and saw...

That huge city.

I heard from Baru that he died very early and had a bad reputation.

A big liar, this is what people called him when he was alive.

He told the story from Gulliver's Travels and claimed that he had seen it in real life.

"My dad is not a liar...Laputa exists!!"

Baru wiped his eyes quietly with sadness, and stared at Mori Yuesa's face nervously, as if he was afraid that this sister he loved very much would say something that would make him uncomfortable.

Mori Yuesha wouldn't do that.

"Of course not." She used one hand to touch the boy's prickly hair: "He is a great adventurer."