Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Okay, then, did you 'borrow' the Black Scripture of the Dead?"

"Have."

"Jonathan said that the octagonal box-shaped key is also with you?"

“I borrowed it, too.”

Jonathan interrupted: "I didn't agree to lend it to you."

O'Connor glanced at him, and the other man awkwardly made a gesture to shut up.

"So, the key and the book are both with you." O'Connor leaned back on the desk and put one foot on the ground: "Did you open it?"

"No." Mori Yuesha shook her head.

"No? The key and the scripture are both here. You resisted your curiosity and didn't open it?"

"No, I'm a girl with no curiosity and no fun."

O'Connor rolled his eyes. He now finally understood why Evelyn was always angry about Mori Yuesha.

"Let's change the subject." The man put his thumb in his belt and pointed his other finger at Imhotep in a suit and tie: "Who is this bald guy?"

Mori Yuesha moved her waist, moved closer to Imhotep, and patted his broad and thick shoulders as if offering a treasure: "Ha! Ha! I was just about to introduce you!"

"This is my brother! Nobi Nobita!"

three people:……

Are you a fool?

You must really think we are fools, right?

O'Connor narrowed his eyes with a subtle expression, looked at Imhotep, and then at Mori Yuesha - both of them were indeed dressed very "expensively": although the girl was still wearing travel clothes, the earrings, necklace, and even the hairpin on her head: those gems were all shining.

And this bald guy... his neatly tailored suit looks even more expensive.

But these are not the most important.

"You mean..." O'Connor laughed angrily, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "This and you..."

“The skin color is different!”

"The facial features are not similar!"

“Even their first and last names are different!”

"The man who just greeted me with a strange accent..."

"Is it your...brother?"

Mori Yuesa opened her big, innocent and pure eyes and nodded obediently.

Next to her, the bald man with a face as angular as if it was chiseled by a knife and deep eye sockets - just like a child, he put his legs together, his palms on his knees, and followed the girl... nodded obediently.

The two people's movements are highly synchronized.

"He's my brother."

"Mori! Yue! Sha!"

Evelyn's angry shouts reappeared in the room.

Chapter 59 The Falling Girl

Mori Yuesha finally coaxed Evelyn into submission.

It's not that she and O'Connor believed Mori Yuesha's nonsense, but Evelyn, a young girl who was very serious and earnest when talking about archaeology, did not believe in ghosts and gods.

In her mind, the fictitious 'high priest' created by the black-robed ghost stories was simply a high-ranking murderer who was active three thousand years ago - perhaps he was gifted, and his untrained body was comparable to today's fighting athletes, so that three thousand years ago, he was invincible and made later generations sigh.

But the rest, the so-called magic and curse mentioned by the man in black robe... are not important. Magic does not exist in the real world.

Imhotep: Meow?

Dumbledore: Meow?

——All in all, this is where Mori Yuesha was able to convince Evelyn.

And if he convinces Evelyn, O'Connor will definitely leave with the woman he likes.

Jonathan…he, he listens to his sister.

At this point, the group finally returned to Cairo.

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A few days ago, Cairo.

Baru shuttled through the streets and alleys.

The short figure, wearing a khaki work hat, looked at the pipes in the window like a nimble monkey, then touched the brand new wheels. He ran by in his old leather shoes, clacking on the disgusted eyes of the gentlemen and ladies.

In the evening, laborers and girls working in strange trades gradually replaced the gentlemen and ladies on the streets during the day: they hurriedly held dough or hot meatless soup, snorted and paced around, looking around - as if they really had money to spend lavishly.

The girls stood in the dark, dressed in revealing and coquettish clothes, leaning against the wall. Some of them had cheap tobacco in their hands, exhaling white smoke and winking at the workers passing by.

Although obviously exhausted after a tiring day, some parts of the workers were still quite energetic.

"Give me five meatballs and a small piece of baked pie!"

The boy raised his hands with great energy, and put his chin on the high counter. He got some salary today, so he can buy a lot of meatballs!

"Haha, Baru, you're being extravagant for once today. Did you just finish overtime?"

The boss is a middle-aged woman with a thick waist. The strange thing is that her husband is as thin as the brake lever on a machine. Except for his big head, every part of his body seems to be stretched and thinned.

This funny couple has always been very good to little Baru. They would save some leftover food scraps for the child and quietly put them into his cloth bag when he passed by after work.

"It's for my own overtime!" Baru rapped on the counter, putting his feet up and down, looking very happy.

"I have completed the first step of my dream!" The boy grinned: "I can go on an adventure!"

As a woman, the boss lady had infinite patience and compassion for these hard-working children. She thought that what Baru said was just some jokes between children, about monsters, swords and heroes.

After a few laughs, the woman's fat hands deftly fiddled with the food on the table.

"Really? Baru is awesome. Remember to come back and see me often."

"I will! When I find it!"

Meatballs were thrown into Baru's small cloth bag and the dough was folded into squares. The hot boy was very satisfied.

As he was counting, Baru looked at the boss in confusion, then stretched out his fingers and counted again, "Ah! Two more, two more!"

"Take it, take it. Come on, I need to rest soon."

The fat boss patted the boy's hat, and his fat face showed kindness to the children: "Don't drop it! Don't drop it! Don't run!"

"I know! Hahaha! Thank you Dura!"

Waving back and carrying his dinner, the boy quickly disappeared on this street that did not belong to him.

……

The night sky was grey and the moon was not visible, but the wind was quite strong.

The sound of the wind pushed the neatly-arranged tips of the grass, and also pushed up the brim of Baru's hat, revealing the boy's weed-like hair.

Looking up, there seemed to be a huge castle slowly floating above the clouds: storms gathered around it, and from time to time there was a crackling sound of lightning piercing through the clouds; some birds hid far away, flying around the castle, as if guiding it.

The goddess's black hair filled the sky.

When he combs his hair loose, the world falls into darkness; but when he combs his hair into a knot, the sun behind him is revealed.

The earth was illuminated.

He usually sleeps in the wind.

Occasionally, she would wake up, look at the star-studded castle beside her, playfully raise her hands, and blow a breath from her bright red lips - the weak wind would stir up a storm on the way, pushing the legend in the sky to slowly drift farther away.

When she is sad, it will snow all year round; when she is happy, the bright sun will crush the cold wind.

He has always lived with the city in heaven, saying good morning and good night to them. In the light blue eyes of the goddess, the sky became clearer and more transparent, with multi-headed dragons and eagles with iron-like wings soaring and interweaving.

Looked up.

Fantasy shattered.

There is... nothing in the sky.

A few crows were cawing, making unpleasant noises, and large and small pieces of gravel made the way home even more difficult.

When it rains, this place will become a mud trap; mud and soft soil cover the sharp edges of the gravel, and many people fall on it and never stand up again.

Those dark red stones were the culprits, but no one cared. They would just roughly drag the corpse by its feet and throw it into the river, while the gravel that caused everything to happen remained on the ground, waiting for the next unlucky person.

Wisps of gray smoke rose along the road, with an unpleasant pungent smell that would be unbearable for someone coming here for the first time.

Baloo can, he has been smelling it for years.

But he won't keep smelling like this.

Flying machines, Laputa, fresh grass with dew drops, colorful flowers, butterflies, the sun, small roses, warm... people.

He would leave here, leave the dark mine, and see what his father had said.

Snapped.

The little boy kicked away the gravel under his feet, held the cloth bag in his hands and walked carefully on the road covered with sharp stones. Suddenly, the moon came out.

No, it seems...

Not moonlight?

The young man made a canopy in front of his eyes with his right hand, squinted his eyes and looked up into the sky——

A green object, like a firefly, broke through the sky and slowly fell down.

That is…?

Baru ran quickly in the direction of the fall!

near, near.

That is…

people?

It's a girl!

She'll fall to her death! There's a mine down there!

Snap.

The meatball fell to the ground and was covered in dirt. The boy had no time to pay attention to it. He hurriedly jumped onto the wooden board, stretched out his hand, and caught the slowly falling girl.

Very light, very soft, with a hint of lavender.

Baru hugged the girl tightly and walked down from the hanging wood carefully as if he was walking on a single-plank bridge - she was wearing a red hairband, braids that reached her waist, and a navy blue dress.

The blooming light gradually faded as the boy embraced her with both hands. In the blink of an eye, the circles of light shrank into the stone pendant around the girl's neck. The hem of her skirt drooped automatically without wind, and her shiny black braid fell behind her head.

The jewel-colored blue on the chest slowly extinguished, revealing a glittering symbol on the front of the stone.

The girl's long, thick eyelashes were tightly closed.

She fell asleep.

Chapter60 Change your lifestyle

Hilda was awakened by the sound of a trumpet.

Accompanied by the upbeat sound of "dududu", the sun shines on the quilt, and the warmth seeps into the body from the palm of the hand.

The girl sat up and rubbed her eyes.