Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Look at Imhotep.

"Sinner, you really deserve to die." He sneered: "How dare you follow Mori Yuesha here. I thought you would hide in your underground lair until everything is over."

"I need to guide Isis and activate the flying stone." Imhotep bowed deeply: "Lord Bastet, my mission has come to an end here."

Isis?

The guy who never had enough kids?

Bastet moved her ears strangely, looked at Imhotep, and then looked at Mori Yuesha who seemed to be indifferent: "You... gave birth to a child?"

ha?

The girl patted her belly angrily and tried to lift up her clothes to reveal her flat belly - but was quickly stopped by Nagini.

"Master, you can't do this. There are others here."

Reluctantly putting her hands down, the girl pointed at Bastet aggrievedly: "He said I gave birth to a child! Who should I go with?!"

"How would I know?" The black cat hissed, "It's really shameful for you to let your servants call you 'Isis'."

"But you and that guy have similar personalities..."

"I told them to change their tune sooner rather than later." Arrietty covered her mouth and laughed for a long time, "I see. Does Isis have this function?"

Of course.

Bastet finally saw that Sen Yuesha had suffered a setback. She walked in front of Imhotep and Ansuna with great joy, and gave the demon an order as a god:

Before everything is over, the two of them must call Mori Yuesa Isis.

what!what!what!

No changes allowed!

Chapter 74 Son of the Wind and the Tomb

It took a lot of effort for several people to persuade Baru to go in with them.

Originally, the boy wanted to wait on the hillside, or find a higher vantage point, quietly looking out of the clouds, trying to find the shadow of Goliath - he wanted to wait until Goliath landed and rescue Hida.

No matter how much they persuaded, the stubborn boy refused to agree. In the end, it was Mori Yuesa who put on a stern face and made a lot of promises that finally convinced the stubborn boy.

'The different markings on the stone prove the girl's identity. If the other party wants to gain control of this city, they cannot kill the royal family.'

'Go in first, and have the goblin wait here to monitor Goliath's landing at any time.'

The girl pushed the still hesitant Baru and ran down the grass hill. Nagini, Imhotep and Ansuna followed behind, and they headed towards a green city.

…………

"It's like a fairyland." Nagini murmured.

Mori Tsukisa agrees.

The ancient trees that cover the sky block out large tracts of sunlight. When walking on the path, one can clearly feel the comfort and freedom coming from all around.

Up, down, left, and right, there were plants and flowers everywhere. Occasionally, a gray bird fluttered by in the woods, and a squirrel with brown and yellow patterns held a nut, staring at them with curiosity.

There are many small animals.

Perhaps over thousands of years, the ecology of this treasure house has gradually recovered.

"Isn't that how they are?" the girl asked, and Imhotep shook his head.

"They are not." The man had a complicated expression. "They worship wisdom, that's all. As for living creatures, except for the dragons that appear in the end times, any creatures other than the Sons of Wind will not be favored by them."

"In other words, they don't like nature very much."

"Otherwise, there would be no fortress that could rise high into the sky away from the earth."

That's it.

“Very arrogant.”

"That's right, Witch-sama."

By the way, Bastet's so-called "orders" could not make Imhotun and Ansuna obey. After remembering that Isis had another identity, the two three thousand years old antiques decisively decided to change their words - no matter how terrifying Mori Yuesha was in Imhotun's eyes, he could not ignore that she was indeed an underage girl.

"How about calling her the witch?" Nagini suggested. If she was the 'magic snake', then shouldn't her master be the 'witch'?

Mori Yuesha didn't care. But Bastet wasn't too happy about it. The fun she had just found was gone after just a few times.

"You are always unhappy, Lue, my servant will not listen to you." Mori Yuesha put her hands behind her back, playing with the little bird, pinching two butterflies and putting them on her nose. She grabbed the squirrel that climbed onto her shoulder, lifted it up by the head and put it in front of Bastet - the little squirrel punched the black cat in the face...

The jumping girl is like a curious rabbit that should have been born here. She will play with anyone she catches.

——This resulted in them walking for half an hour before they saw any buildings other than plants and trees.

A black metal stele.

Inlaid in the lawn.

Imhotep pulled Ansuna over, half-knelt, and gently stroked the marks on it with his fingers...

"what is this?"

"This is the tomb of the Son of Wind." Imhotep said with some sadness. He once lived in the same era as them, and was also in power and full of vigor.

Now, he is the only one left living an incomplete life, while the Sons of Wind clan has long disappeared in the long river of time.

The man gently scanned the tombstone and read out the incomprehensible words:

'We have the technology to stand in the sky.'

'We have great wisdom and talent.'

'We belong to the goddess of the wind, to freedom, and to our people.'

'Here we rest, for generations to come.'

'And with the wind and the goddess.'

Imhotep recited word by word, and before he knew it, the birdsong and rustling sound disappeared. A thin black shadow stood quietly behind the people.

Looking back, it was a green-gray robot covered with moss.

Its face only had a rough camera for observation, and a red indicator light was on; its upper and lower body were connected by a thick axis, and its arms on both sides almost hung to the ground; its legs were thin and its feet were wide, as if they were used for spraying and jumping.

There is a red emblem engraved on the chest.

A simple one is fine.

"It's exactly the same stone as Sheeta's!" Baru was referring to the style of the emblem: "She's golden!"

The robot walked towards Mori Yuesha step by step. When it got closer, the camera suddenly lit up and its arms spread out - two thick and pointed shells were aimed at them.

Imhotep walked forward calmly, muttering some spell that Baru could not understand, and raised his right hand - then, the flying stone in his palm suddenly emitted a blue ray, which connected with the emblem on the robot's chest.

Just a few seconds.

The robot retracted the shells, slowly bowed, and walked away again.

"This is the guard robot of the Wind Son royal family. The flying stone I have allows it to treat us as 'guests'," Imhotep retreated back to Ansuna and explained to Mori Yuesha, "If it weren't for the help of the gods, the Wind Son in its heyday could almost rule all the countries on earth with its overwhelming army of robots."

After hearing the words "if it weren't for the help of God", Bastet snorted with disdain, as if after the ungrateful woman, there was another ungrateful man.

Mori Yuesha didn't say anything for a long while, just staring at the robot's receding back, no longer as lively as before.

"Mister Witch?"

Mori Yuesha remained silent until the robot covered in green moss disappeared into the vast forest.

“It’s a bit lonely.”

The girl sighed in vain: "I am alone here, waiting for the return of the royal descendant who created me - perhaps that day will never come."

The sweet sounds of birdsong and the crisp sounds of small animals trampling the grass that she heard would soon reappear; over and over again, how long had she been listening to it?

Will it be annoying?

Mori Yuesha looked at everything around her and suddenly felt that this place was so cramped and crowded - it couldn't accommodate the robots' repetitive and loyal programs, let alone these animals who were born to live in this cramped space.

The girl who has taken on the responsibility of taking care of the children in the orphanage since she was a child can feel the loneliness and horror here even more. Even if it is as beautiful as a fairyland, it is probably a fairyland in hell.

Just like the girl who hadn't ignited the spark yet, just like the girl who gently took care of her brothers and sisters until they fell asleep every day. In the quiet and dense night, she sat alone on the wooden board, calmly looking up at the moon in the sky that was always silent.

Yin Yue witnessed her growth and also nurtured her lonely heart.

Just like this robot day after day.

The moss grows more and more, and the waiting never ends.

"Master..." Nagini grabbed Mori Yuesha's hand.

"Eh..." Mori Yuesha smiled: "What a scary place."

Baru looked at Mori Yuesha with concern, wanting to say something. Ansuna, who had never spoken to him before, suddenly looked at the boy, smiled slightly, a rare smile for a woman, and shook her head gently at the boy.

The boy opened his mouth and bit the air a few times, then swallowed his words.

The heavy stone door and the moss covering the tomb did not respond to the sighs and sorrow of the visitor. For the Sons of Wind, who belong to the mortal race, no matter how much they have in life, they will be silent after death.

"Guests should behave like guests. Let's not disturb them." After just a few breaths, the girl seemed to have regained her energy. She held Nagini's hand and looked up at Imhotep: "It's time to visit the next tourist attraction!"

"Let's go!"

"Imorton is leading the way... I have to find a small flag for you to hold!"

Bastet followed behind with a hum and a tail raised, and rarely did she mock anyone.

Chapter75 Dragon...!!

Without a flag to raise, Imhotep thought Mori Yuesha would give up.

…Not really.

The girl found a branch with particularly ostentatious leaves, broke it off, and handed it to Imhotep—then stared at him with her watery eyes.

"Shake it twice, Imhotep." Mori Yuesha gestured with her right hand: "Raise it higher. Hey, don't be silent, say something."

After being tortured by his own "Witch Lady", the once taciturn high priest had no choice but to put on a stern face. Amid the giggles of Ansuna and Nagini, he stiffly raised the branch in his hand.

The oval green leaf swayed above the man's shiny head. He walked forward with the branch in his hand expressionlessly, reciting the words that Mori Yuesha had just taught him without any emotion:

"We are now passing by the tomb of the Son of Wind clan. Please look in the direction of my finger—"

"Ahead is the main castle, which is also the core inner circle. We are about to reach our destination."

"Please hold your cell phones... What are cell phones?"

Mori Yuesha was very happy this time.

"I guess he's suffering more than in the River Styx." Bastet wagged her tail as she was held in Nagini's arms. "Your master is really good at tormenting people. I'm starting to admire you and that fairy."

Crossing the narrow suspension bridge, the further inward one goes, the more buildings there are. These fortresses built with mottled stones do not seem to be used for living, or rather, most of them are not. The pointed cone is wrapped in countless vines, and the door below is also extremely compact and narrow.

"This is the warehouse area." Imhotep put down the branch and stared seriously at the largest spire building not far away: "Sir, we may have arrived."

They arrived at their destination.

The huge building in front of them was also covered with greenery. Even the tall Imhotep seemed dwarfed by it. Patterns were carved on the tall khaki walls: this time everyone could understand it.

Those were dragons of various shapes.

A dragon with two heads that breathes fire; a dragon that flaps its wings and holds its head high, controlling lightning; and a dragon with half of its body disappeared into the jungle.

"So beautiful! Much cuter than the dragon that Dumbledore described!" Mori Yuesa grinned and ran excitedly to the foot of the huge fortress, facing the iron-gray door that was two or three people tall.

"We only have 'guest' privileges and cannot open this door." Imhotep stretched out his hand and pressed it against the door, thinking. The light flowed through the crack of the door, and the entire iron wall began to light up with gorgeous patterns: "We can wait for the descendant of the royal family to come--"

Mori Yuesha also stretched out her hand and placed it on the stone door. A warm current came from her palm, and paths of light swam past her, making her feel itchy.

In an instant, the girl pressed down on the iron wall and gently... pushed it.

squeak…