Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The man took off his bowler hat and fanned himself with it. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, and the scorching sun made his neck red.

"You want to attend the ball and make friends with young people. When they mention Mr. Muska, they will look up to you. He is a big shot with more power than us."

Nagini opened a black parasol and stood silently behind the girl, creating a shade for her. When she heard the man's words, she raised the corner of her mouth indifferently.

Have power?

Who could be more powerful than Mori Yuesha?

——But when she thought that those "forces" might be similar to her own curse, Nagini was no longer happy.

The loving gaze once again gently stroked Kamimori Yuesha's black hair.

"Your expression right now is as if you're saying 'I want to hold an umbrella for you forever'," Arrietty poked her head out from Mori Yuesha's black hair, "How disgusting, don't look at Her Majesty like that."

The goblin's provocation did not elicit a strong response.

"Yes, you are quite right. I want to hold an umbrella for her forever."

Instead it was a straight ball.

"Tsk." The red-haired man shrank back angrily.

"What do you mean by holding an umbrella?" Mori Yuesha turned her head. She and the man with glasses had nothing to talk about. The other party seemed to have told her everything impatiently as he wanted to know. The rest would have to wait for Mori Yuesha to verify it after she went back.

Move away from the boulder.

"Arrietty asked me, and I said I wanted to hold your umbrella forever."

A master and a servant walked along the ancient ruins, with collapsed pillars and stone tablets along the way.

"Forever...'you'?" Mori Yuesha nodded her cheek and blinked her big eyes at Nagini: "That's not touching. You have to say it differently."

"Another way of saying it?"

"Let me teach you, I will teach you. Let me tell you, Arya once praised me for being a good actor!" The girl stepped sideways to grab the black umbrella, then took two steps back and faced Nagini.

Both of them had black hair. The taller one had her hair tied up behind her head, looking dignified and quiet; the shorter one had her hair tied into a knot behind her neck with a leather ring with small gems hanging on it, and her hair was lush and hung down to her waist.

The not-so-beautiful environment did not prevent Mori Yuesha from becoming mentally ill.

The girl dropped the black cat and kicked its butt with her feet, as if the middle-aged bearded director not far away was yelling at her: "Let the cat go! Let the cat go! It's in the shot, it's in the shot! Yes, that's right, very good!"

'Stand, lean to the right, show your teardrop mole side, smile, smile!'

Then the stage manager took the clapperboard and made a "snap" sound.

'Scene 15, Mirror C, Line 1!'

'ACTION!'

This is when the show begins.

Without waiting for Nagini to interrupt awkwardly, Mori Yuesha raised her head tenderly, holding up a black umbrella. Her wet eyes were full of warmth and intimacy, and her small, upturned lips seemed to be covered with a layer of shiny gold powder. When she tilted her head, the teardrop mole at the end of her eye greeted her prey charmingly...

Hi.

Nagini.

Mori Yuesa took another step forward, getting closer to the taller woman than she was.

In comparison, it was obvious that this woman with the "snake" attribute should be more charming, but under the shadow of the umbrella at this moment, it was obvious that Mori Yuesha was exercising absolute dominance.

She looked up at Nagini, her lips slightly parted and her eyes moving as the woman's gaze became increasingly strange.

The girl grabbed the hem of the woman's clothes with her slender white fingers like a classical sculpture, and then moved closer...

She took another step forward.

Nagini's heart was burning with anger!

Her limbs were stiff and weak, yet full of eager blood; she could see a strand of black hair on Mori Yuesha's head being blown back by the wind and slightly curled up in another strand of black hair.

She twisted her waist subconsciously, and the yellow sand and broken walls around her seemed to be enclosed in a huge lens, with the only thing in focus being the face of the girl in front of her.

Everything else gradually became a blur.

Nagini didn't know why, but she wanted to bend over.

He bent down slightly, then approached the girl who was tugging at the hem of his clothes.

——She pulled me, she wanted to get close to me, she was unhappy, she was very anxious.

——Why don’t I take the initiative to get closer to her…

—Bend down... Come closer...

——Then…what to do?

"Mori! Yue! Sha!"

The murderous intent almost overflowed from this voice.

Nagini suddenly woke up, took two steps back, snatched the umbrella from Mori Yuesha's hand, and almost buried her head in the sand.

The originally cool and fair face was flushed.

Bastet squatted speechlessly under a stone statue, staring at them. There was still a circle of yellow sand at the position of the black cat's butt that had not been shaken off -

It seemed as if he had just been kicked lightly by someone and rolled twice.

"Can you consider the situation before using your 'little hobby'?"

The girl pouted and slammed her hands together in front of her like closing a door.

"CUT! Very good! One take!" She imitated the voice of the non-existent middle-aged male director in a rough voice...

Nagini lowered her head and held the black umbrella steadily in her hand.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Chapter 45 I like this method

"Are they hiding something from us?"

The entrance on the ground was dug, and the workers lined up to build a human conveyor belt to transport the rubble blocking the road to the ground.

The team leader stood at the top of the entrance, next to him was a local ancient Egyptologist holding research materials. This middle-aged man, who believed that he was a man of unappreciated talent, finally found a way to monetize his knowledge.

The American in front of you is the best rich man.

"They listen to women's orders," the scholar said, holding the information and looking at Evelin who was busy not far away, with a look of disdain on his face: "What does a woman know? Can she read?"

……

"This is the statue of the Grim Reaper."

Under the huge stone sculpture of a jackal (Sen: dog head), Evelyn directed the two men to run around, muttering to herself.

"Death's legs go deep into the ground."

“According to archaeologists, there is a secret compartment in the legs of the idol, which contains the Golden Sutra of the Sun.”

Sen Yuesha sat elegantly on the side and ate grapes. There was no way, Evelin was determined not to let Sen Yuesha do any work, and after half a day, she could only watch the show boredly on the side.

"Jonathan, you have to aim at the sun - O'Connor, push hard, open this up!" A small hole in the rock wall opened up for two people to pass through. From here, they can also enter this underground city...

Compared to using explosives and brute force, Evelyn's way of entering is obviously safer and more correct.

"What are these old mirrors for?" O'Connor pushed a huge silver mirror that was almost as tall as him. The mirror surface was already covered with mottled and muddy stains. "Your brother just asked me if he could take these big plates out to sell."

"It's a little trick from ancient Egypt." Evelyn waved her fist in amusement and anger: "Jonathan, hold on to your mirror and let the camel go, okay?"

Mori Yuesha yawned. O'Connor came over, nodded to Mori Yuesha, and went up two more steps, standing beside Evelyn, scratching his head hesitantly.

“That…Evelyn.” The man stammered as he took out a tool kit that was slightly bigger than his palm from his waist: “Here, it’s for you.”

After Evelyn took it, he pointed at the cover of the tool kit stupidly: "Look, I 'borrowed' it from my American friend. I thought you might...might...like it?"

"You should be able to use it, it's just..." After talking for a long time, he still couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only raise his left hand and knock a few times in the air: "It's just... this kind of thing. I, I have to go pull the rope..."

Scratching his head, O'Connell hurried down the stairs and glared at the smiling Jonathan in anger.

"What are you looking at?"

After the man climbed up the other side of the cave, Evelyn lowered her head and opened the rolled-up cowhide bag. Inside was a row of brand new simple tools: a shovel, a brush, a ruler, a marker, etc.

New and complete.

She remembered complaining that these archaeological tools were not available locally, but O'Connor remembered...

Mori Yuesha watched the whole process from a distance until Evelin began to stare at the tool kit in her hand and grinned.

"Nagini, I like the way he borrows things."

The woman holding an umbrella beside her nodded in agreement: "Yes, Master, that's how you 'borrowed' me."

Arrietty rolled her eyes.

——Finally, there is a companion who can suffer from the disease together with Mori Yuesa.

……

"Can you believe we are the first visitors in three thousand years?"

Entering through a hole dug at the foot of the Anubis statue, a group of people descended on ropes into this ancient tomb that had been buried for thousands of years.

Cold, damp, and dark.

Mori Yuesa held the black cat and shook her arms. Before she could say anything, Nagini produced a flint from her waist and clicked it twice, lighting the torches in Jonathan and O'Connell's hands.

The two men looked at each other and then at Nagini.

"Look, these are the useless and stupid men of our Sun Never Sets." Evelyn teased, and handed the torch to Nagini to light. "Come on, follow me, O'Connell, Jonathan, I'll show you some 'tricks' of ancient Egypt."

Evelyn walked to a mirror stand, where a round mirror was fixed on a heavy stone base. The woman tore away the dusty cobwebs, wiped the mirror surface with her sleeves, and blew away the dust.

Then, turn it slightly over the hole on top of your head.

In an instant, the sunlight was drawn onto the mirror and then reflected into countless orderly mirrors in the underground ancient tomb; the light continued to reflect and intertwine, and the cold and dark underground suddenly lit up.

"Oh… hey."

"A very special trick."

The view became clear, and the group was finally able to find out where they had arrived.

"Oh my god... This is the embalming room, a preparation room..."

"what to prepare?"

Evelin thought for a moment: “Probably… preparing to enter the afterlife.”

"So, this is where they do the mummies?"

The corridor is very narrow and covered with cobwebs.

The group arranged the ladies in the center of the line; O'Connell was in front, Jonathan was behind, and the two men drew their pistols and looked around carefully.

Apart from the sound of a few people lifting and putting their feet down, there was occasionally the rustling sound of crawling passing by overhead.

"What...sound?"

"The sound of insects crawling after forming an insect carpet." Mori Yuesha looked up at the dark top of the tunnel. The sound echoed in the tunnel and was very strange: "I have heard it."

O'Connell turned from the front of the line and glared at her. "Did you hear that?"

"Mori Tsukisa?"

"Hush..." Mori Yuesha raised his index finger - as he was about to turn, the girl heard a lot of heavy breathing. He made a 'gun' gesture to O'Connor and Jonathan.

'There's someone behind me.'

"I think I know who it is..."

The man pulled out a second gun from his waist, and moved quietly, and then...

"do not move!"

"do not move!!"

The two sides pointed their guns at each other, with the muzzles of the guns almost touching the tips of their noses.