Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In their time, both of them should have been punished.

The man closed his eyes.

Only a fool would want to bear the wrath of a wizard who can make a god retreat.

The ritual candle in the house became shorter and shorter. When there were a few more white heat tumors on the wax body, Mori Yuesha pulled Ansuna back into the house.

Imhotep immediately stepped forward: "Master Mage! I want to--"

"Master Mage, I would like a few pairs of boots."

"I'll help you choose!"

"I also want that lip and face paint—"

"purchase!"

"And the bag, that inverted triangle!"

"purchase!"

“A machine that can display images!”

"purchase!"

Imhotep: ...

All the apologies that had been arranged long ago got stuck in the man's throat.

The two women, one big and one small, were chatting very... happily in front of the three guys who were in a tense confrontation and almost about to go to war.

Ansuna was about the same height as Nagini; she stood in front of Mori Yuesa like a sister.

The elder sister was cold and arrogant, hugging her younger sister with a fanatical look on her face; the younger sister had seductive eyes, but she hugged her arms with a doting look on her face.

"I have a lot of wealth, and of course, your lover is equally rich. When you come to my world, you can buy whatever you want." Mori Yuesha patted Ansuna's waist: "So, do you want to leave with a 'commoner' like me?"

Ansuna and Imhotep had the same concern about the slip of the tongue: they were both worried that Mori Yuesa would vent her anger on her lover.

Now, Imhotun was still worried, but Ansuna was not. Compared to what her lover was good at after much experience, the woman was obviously better at guessing people's hearts: it only took her a few minutes to realize the "special" of this girl, or... her heart that longed for freedom and fun.

——She could even feel that behind the girl's lively, vigorous, slowly flowing, playful, teasing and chaotic thoughts, there was a soul hidden... that was indifferent to the world, lazy and cold.

Of course, these awkward expressions must be attributed to the fact that the word "madman" had not yet been invented in ancient Egypt. Otherwise, Miss Ansuna would be surprised to find that there are such concise and powerful words in the world that can fully describe a person's character.

In short, after seeing the answer, it will be as easy as breathing for Ansuna to figure out how to make her like him without being too obvious or subtle.

"Forgive me..." The woman pursed her lips and shook her head: "You are as beautiful and wise as Isis. In your eyes, my arrogance is no more than an interesting performance by the lower class..."

When Ansuna used honorifics, Mori Yuesha began to feel uncomfortable. She recalled the situation when Nagini first came. In Arrietty's words, the adopted child was not quite used to the family.

Mori Yuesha understands this well.

but…

"Who is Isis?"

"The goddess of beauty." Imhotep continued, "In our belief, Isis is in charge of life, magic, and marriage. Most importantly, she is collectively called the 'goddess of beauty' by the people, and only the most beautiful and noble women can be praised in this way."

"The goddess of beauty is so embarrassed..." Miss Mori, the goddess of cosmetics, clothing and gems, gave a fake smile and stared into Imhotep's eyes: "I didn't do anything to your lover, don't worry and don't apologize. If you want to be my servant, learn to accept it from now on."

Imhotep nervously touched the back of his bald head and looked at Ansuna with a face full of questions: What on earth happened?

I seemed to have heard something just now...liquid foundation?

Is it a magical liquid?

Arrietty rolled her eyes and waved her hand, telling the soldiers behind her to disperse.

"Hey, come on, both of you introduce yourselves to the newcomers." Mori Yuesha took two steps back, hugged Nagini, who had a cold face and folded her arms in silence, and spread her left hand in the air: "Where's Arrietty? Bari Bari!"

"I am Her Majesty's knight." Arrietty jumped onto her palm, holding the hilt with her left hand, and placed her right hand on her heart, bowing gracefully: "The first barrier in battle, and the leader of the fairy clan."

After the little fairy finished speaking, Mori Yuesha poked Nagini's waist, and the unhappy woman reluctantly said: "I am the master's--"

Arrietty seamlessly replied: "Pet."

Nagini glanced at her but didn't refute.

"I am Ansuna, the lover of Imhotep." Ansuna was not as gentle to Nagini and Arrietty as she was to Mori Yuesha just now. It should be said that she returned to her original state.

The woman looked in the direction of Mori Yuesha, but there was only Mori Yuesha in her eyes, as if Nagini and Arrietty could not be formed in her pupils at all: "I follow the goddess of beauty——"

"Wait a moment," Mori Yuesha shyly covered her face and waved her hands vigorously: "No! Don't call me that!"

"Goddess of beauty? Isis?" Ansuna wondered: "Calling her by her name is the highest form of respect. Don't you like it?"

I like it, but it doesn't prevent embarrassment - Arrietty is more embarrassed than Mori Yuesha. A queen and a master, it's already very strange, okay, if one of them appears...

Goddess of beauty.

The goblin imagined it.

——In a shopping mall, beautiful and fashionable girls were happily shopping. Suddenly, the tall and cold girl in front turned around, and a smile suddenly appeared on her world-weary face like a model. She called out loudly to the girl who was like her sister:

"Goddess of Beauty! Come and take a look at these boots! They're 20% off!"

Thinking about the strange looks on the sales assistants' faces, Arrietty would probably go crazy...

"You'd better change your name, Ansuna." The little fairy rarely made suggestions. After all, if this title was called out in public, it would be embarrassing for their king: "Our world does not believe in the existence of gods."

"Your name is too..."

"Your Excellency the Mage saved my Ansuna." Imhotep stood beside his lover and insisted, "She deserves our respect."

"Your respect is embarrassing." What Arrietty didn't know was that another meaning of Isis was: throne.

He was the symbol of kingship and the embodiment of Pharaoh’s authority.

"I can rule a city for you, and govern your warriors and subjects for you." Imhotep looked at Ansuna tenderly again: "Since she wants to call you the goddess of beauty... please accept her respect for you, our Isis."

Mori Tsukisa: Since when did I get to rule a city...?

Nagini thinks Imhotep plays a very important role.

She felt that it would not be long before Mori Yuesha would have enough attendants to keep her busy. By then, perhaps this high priest from three thousand years ago would make things much easier for her and Arrietty.

"That's all. It's best not to address each other in front of other people." Mori Yuesha pressed her temple. "Let's go to that 'base' first."

"As for the attendants..."

"Let's talk about it after everything is over."

Mori Yuesha's mana has just recovered a little: with Nagini as a previous experience, she doesn't want to turn Imhotun and Ansuna into cards now. This will eat up her limited mana.

For the sake of the city in the sky, and just in case, she must accumulate strength to face possible dangers.

For example, there is the god who has been eyeing Bastet's box and has not yet appeared.

Anubis.

Chapter 66 Base

Crossing the wilderness on the edge of Cairo, there is no need to look for the so-called base.

The mercenaries who cooperated with the local senior officials, those guys wearing green uniforms, with ferocious faces and frosted faces, were holding guns and swearing at each other in front of the huge iron gate.

If you listen carefully, you'll hear them talking about women in Cairo.

Mr. Muska, a top tycoon who fled from the island country to avoid disaster, hit it off with the commander who fled without a fight and decided to search for the legendary place: Laputa. When the treasure surfaced, the soldiers would use the gold, silver and jewelry to buy weapons and continue their invasion plan; Muska would get...

Get everything.

The commander was a fat man with a fat face, a fat neck and a fat waist. He was square and straight, and looked like a ball. He was wrapped in a specially customized oversized military uniform and slumped in a chair. There were several black phones on the desk in front of him.

The thick brown cigar was thrown into the ashtray, filling the office with the smell of caramel.

"Damn Far Eastern Tiger..."

Then there was the sound of something smashing.

The guard outside the door had long been accustomed to it: ever since their commander escaped with his soldiers, he and his companions on duty could more or less hear some of the regret and unwillingness of their leader every time they were free.

It was as if if they stayed, they could really defeat that army.

Do not make jokes!

The troops that landed on the island were the most elite troops in the Far East, the "Dragon". He even found out that their "Army Combat Force", which had been mixed and screened, had the guidance of the US military, and was equipped with the most advanced weapons, only held out for half a day.

long time!

After half a day, the whole line collapsed!

The group of demon-like monsters were like a red-hot knife, piercing into the heart of the island with extreme ferocity!

And they are that piece of sweet, soft and powerless cheese.

Fortunately I didn't stay...

The guard thought.

The commander probably knew the consequences of staying, but he couldn't accept the act of desertion as a soldier, and he couldn't accept that he was running away out of fear...

Isn't this normal? The most important thing is to be alive.

Who would want to fight those guys?

Let the Americans go. They claim to be the best in the world. It would be quite interesting if they get humiliated this time.

He looked left and right, and pricked up his ears to listen - it seemed that there was no big movement inside the door: the commander would usually take a nap at this time, and when the deafening shouting sounded, he would quietly leave the door, smoke a cigarette with his brothers, buy two bottles of wine, and if...

If you are in poor health, you can even find a local prostitute to fight with quickly in this short period of time. Therefore, being a guard is a lucrative job. Not only can you often accept bribes from merchants who inquire about the commander's whereabouts, but you can also take time to rest or... fight.

As I was thinking about it, snoring began to sound.

The guard also yawned, quietly picked up his gun, and moved along the wall. After a while, he disappeared outside the gate...

A minute later, the deserted soldiers came in groups of two or three into a small hut in the camp.

The guard is considered their leader, a position that allows him to have access to the commander at all times, and no one would want to provoke him - two or three slanderous words could result in extremely troublesome consequences.

"I found a new girl." Several men gathered in a circle, playing poker at a wooden table, with banknotes scattered on the floor; in another corner of the room, more guys chose to drink.

If you go further in and listen carefully, you can hear some roaring.

Kindness and enthusiasm.

“Local goods again?”

The guards are no longer as disciplined and solemn as usual. If they want to mix with this group of people, they have to behave like them. Otherwise, they will stand out from the crowd and forget about leading this group of unruly guys.

"Of course! Who wouldn't like it!"

A burst of laughter.

They were talking about prostitutes who sold themselves out - in fact, in their language, there are many words to describe this kind of people, but the soldiers chose the most disgusting and insulting one. It has to be said that this also shows their disdain and contempt for the locals.

Obviously, he was also a fleeing army.

"Would you like to try it?! I dare say, you have never seen such a good-looking man." The short man with the military cap askew was obviously complimenting the guard. He held the poker with one hand, made a "Pooh" twice at the guy who tried to peek at his cards, then turned around with a smile on his face.

"Do you have the confidence to conquer a cold-faced bitch?" The soldier teased as if he didn't believe it: "It's meaningless to end a game too early. Some people can even put two strong men on the training ground-"

The guard laughed and scolded a few words, then pulled his collar a little excitedly.

"Who am I? By the time you win Cairo, I haven't finished the overtime game yet!"

Then there was another round of swearing and teasing.

"Go ahead, go ahead." The short man holding the poker card pushed the guard with his shoulder. "I spent a lot of money to buy her. Even so, that bitch had a cold face. When she looked at me, her black eyes were cold."

"To be honest, I'm a little scared."

The guard patted the gun on his waist nonchalantly, and the sound of metal clashing was crisp and powerful: "That's because you didn't show her this thing!"

"What's so cold and arrogant? As long as there is... it's——"

The vulgar words made the soldiers who were drinking at the other end join in the fun.

The guard stood up, straightened his military uniform, and strode into the small door of the big house in black leather boots.

That was a hidden secret door, specially designed to provide 'convenience' for these guys, to shelter prostitutes for their enjoyment.