Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"How pitiful, Queen Roshida." The man laughed sarcastically: "I underestimated you. You... are braver than that queen."

"But just as stupid, right?"

"Why do you want to die when you can live?" The man waved his hand and moved the feet that were stepping on the girl's face away.

"The country no longer exists, but the king is still alive. Isn't this ridiculous?" Sheeta glared at Muska angrily: "Who of us is more stupid? Mr. 'King'?"

Muska tossed the stone in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth: "I have not violated the agreement between the two tribes. I told you so."

"The agreement is 'find someone who can extract the flying stone mines and inherit Laputa'. You see, Cairo has already found two. I am acting according to my ancestors' teachings."

"Yes, but the refining technology has been lost now." Xida laughed and said, "Your family has recorded so much history, but has it ever recorded the technology of refining flying stones?"

Muska stared coldly at Sheeta, and the stubborn girl stared back without giving in. There was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her fingers were twisted upwards unnaturally.

But she was still stubborn.

"Oh, I don't need it. One Laputa is enough to rule the world." Muska was too lazy to pay attention to the dying queen. He waved his hand and turned away.

The remaining soldiers received the order, roughly tied the girl up and took her back to the prison cell on the airship.

"Muska! You won't succeed!"

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The cell was very narrow. Most of the space in the airship was used to load weapons and house soldiers, and a small part was used as a lounge for Muska. In this narrow cell, you couldn't see your fingers, and the sound of dripping water was right next to Sheeta's ears.

The girl leaned against the corner with her head tilted, her wrists tied behind her back ached - what hurt even more was that her five fingers were probably broken. Every time she moved her body slightly, she would scrape against the wall and feel a piercing pain at the base of her fingers.

hiss…

Cold tears ran down my cheeks.

"Baru..." Hida called the boy's name in a low voice.

In the darkness, rustling sounds were getting closer.

insect?

"Aww, are you crying?"

bass.

The match lit.

In her sight, there were several little people in plain clothes, with weapons on their waists and legs, holding matches like torches, and looking at her curiously.

Little ones as big as her palm.

"you……?"

"Hush... We are Her Majesty's servants, the royal guards, and the most ferocious--"

Noticing Sidda's increasingly confused expression, Kunna covered Arrietty's mouth with one hand before she said something else and turned to look at the girl: "We are Sister Baru's men."

This is much easier to understand.

"Are you... dwarves?" Hilda asked innocently, watching the little creatures jump onto her knees, slide down her shoulders and back, until they touched her bound wrists.

"What are dwarves? We are goblins. Do you know goblins?"

Sheeta shook her head.

"It may be a little painful, bear with it."

Arrietty drew the sword from her waist, gestured twice, and silver light slid down from it.

brush.

Cut the hemp rope.

"Thank you...Ali...?"

"Arrietty, this is the little ball, Kunna." Arrietty introduced herself and then Kunna. There was no need to mention the other little fairies.

After hearing this, the girl looked at Kunna with a strange expression.

Little Ball Kunna? What kind of nickname is this that doesn't fit the cup?

"Call me Hammer Kunna." Kunna seemed to be used to it. She straightened up and looked at Arrietty with a squint: "What about you, 'Nail' Arrietty?"

"Two nails on the solid stone slab, use them to pierce all the enemies in front of Her Majesty?"

Anyway, anyone can give Arrietty a few blows, let alone Kunna who is older than her and lives with her day and night.

"Queen?"

A deep conversation with Muska made the title of the young girl's queen very sensitive.

"Oh... I'm not talking about you." Arrietty pouted, and after directing the little elves to climb onto Sheeta's shoulders, she let the girl hide behind the door.

She drew her sword and knocked hard on the iron door.

The sound of clanging could be heard outside - and soon after, the sound of cursing was heard back into the cell.

"There are not many soldiers here." Sheeta analyzed calmly. Along the way, the fragile and innocent girl was no longer afraid: "Musca took away almost all the fighting power."

"There shouldn't be many left here. Can you... fight?" Hida looked around, found a sharp stone in the corner, held it in his hand, and clenched his teeth.

"We? Can we fight?"

Arrietty laughed, and when the short soldier pushed the door open, a dagger gleaming with cold light pierced through the iron door, pierced through the eyeball, passed through the brain, brought out pink-white tissue and blood, and stabbed into the wall of the corridor outside the cell door with a "bang".

Cracks are everywhere.

Snapped.

The corpse fell face down lifeless.

"You see, you can still fight." Arrietty spread her hands.

Chapter 81 Not a good friend

This is how Hida was rescued.

Nagini first ran over and helped the little girl to fix her palms; then, she let her and Baloo hug each other tightly - under the teasing looks of Mori Yuesa and her group, Baloo rubbed the girl's hair and secretly glanced at his sister who was winking at him.

'You like her.'

'I don't!'

Mori Yuesha smiled: "Your personality is very suitable for being an ancient Egyptian god, Xiao Baru."

Bastet: ...

The reunited boys and girls have countless things to say to each other, but now, they don’t have so much time to talk about love.

Sheeta pushed Baru away and looked at everyone anxiously: "Musca is the descendant of the Son of Wind, and I am the queen. He wants to activate Laputa's firepower system to rule the world--"

The girl tried to briefly explain what she and Muska had said on the boat, in case Mori Yuesa and the others didn't understand, and Sheeta was ready to explain.

For example: Why am I the queen, how can Laputa rule the world, etc.

But the people in front of him didn't seem to have any...questions. Instead, they all had an expression of 'as expected', and their eyes were all focused on the burly bald man.

"We know, Sheeta." Mori Yuesha took out a small cloth bag from her waist: "But there is something important now."

The gray cloth bag was tied with a golden bow, which was clearly Nagini's work. Baloo touched the soft bag and heard a rustling sound inside.

"Don't break it." Mori Yuesha untied the bag and let Baru take a look.

It's a bag of seeds.

"Rose seeds?!" Baru patted his head in annoyance, "I forgot everything! Sister, do you remember what Dad and the little prince promised?"

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Of course, that's what Mori Tsukisa was thinking about. Ruling the world is not as fun as planting roses.

Standing on the lawn of the square, which is close to the outer ring of the main fort, one can see the huge airship and rows of soldiers in the distance. They are carrying large and small boxes of gold and silver and struggling to send them into the airship.

"It's okay, Your Majesty," Arrietty whispered on Mori Yuesha's shoulder, "The airship will be ours."

Bastet knew it was like this. From the very beginning, this greedy and robber goblin had ignored the "Ant Moving" soldiers, and sure enough, they were waiting here.

Imhotep found a small shovel for Baru, loosened the soil, and scattered the bag of seeds soaked in warm water around in a sparse manner. Finally, he filled it with a thin layer of soil.

Arrietty shook her head. "Not many plants will survive this way."

"That's his father's wish." Nagini looked at the boy who was sweating but still in high spirits, and understood his approach: "Alive or dead... is not the most important thing."

"Oh, you know it again." The little goblin snorted in dissatisfaction: "I didn't know that it was his father's wish?"

"Then you still ask."

"I didn't ask you anything, you were the one who answered my question!"

"If you hadn't said these so-called 'consequentialism' things first, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you, my dear Arrietty." Nagini turned her head and smiled: "The goblins are indeed a 'pragmatic' race. It's hard for you to understand the practice of 'worship', right? After all, the person is dead, why should we clean his so-called 'graveyard'? The body is not there."

"After following the master for so long, you still haven't learned empathy and understanding."

Arrietty choked, not knowing how to refute, and looked to Mori Yuesha for help.

Mori Yuesha shook her head: "I don't know either, Nagini."

"It is precisely because the master does not know how to do this," the little maid continued righteously, "that servants should possess what the master lacks. Otherwise, why should we constantly consume mana to maintain our existence—"

"It's just killing and war, the master himself does it much better than us."

Imhotep and Ansuna, the two future servants, pricked up their ears: they originally wanted to eavesdrop and figure out how to accurately find their position under Mori Yuesha in the future - but they found that all the words were insulting.

This maid named Mori Yuesha was simply looking for trouble, and no one could say anything: after all, she was on the 'right' side.

Arrietty pouted her face angrily, while Mori Yuesa stood aside and laughed without any manners.

"Flattery!"

That's how the little goblin curses.

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After the seeds were sown, Baru was visibly relieved. He had done almost everything his father had asked him to do, and after he put down the heavy weight in his heart, he felt lost.

Now, I'm done.

And after that?

What should I do?

"You can make chasing Hida your new goal." Mori Yuesha approached slyly and pulled Baru's sleeve: "My servant said that girl is very brave, don't you like her?"

"We are friends!"

"Oh... No wonder she just told me that she has someone she likes. That can't be you?" The girl pretended to be confused, took out a lollipop from her handbag, and tore open the package...

The grape-flavored candy is made into the shape of a ship, with the word "Titanic" engraved on the delicate hull.

"Who does she like?!" Baru's eyebrows almost stood up. He grabbed Mori Yuesha's arm and wanted to speak loudly, but then he secretly glanced at Hida in front of him with a serious expression and lowered his voice: "Sister! Who did she say she likes?!"

Mori Yuesha licked the chimney of the Titanic, biting off the mast with her small teeth and chewing it carelessly.

"I heard..." She rolled her eyes: "...he's an apprentice in a clothing store."

"Inheriting my father's clothing store, I have a good future. It's located on a busy street, so I don't have to worry about food and clothing. He's a gentle and caring person, and we can have a comfortable and harmonious marriage. Most importantly, if Xida likes it, that's fine, right? Little Baru, Xida's 'friend'?"

"No!" Baru blurted out.

"No...I...she'll be deceived!"

"Don't worry, I'm here." Mori Yuesha patted herself and took charge, "Have you seen how powerful Nagini is? If he treats Hida badly, I will let Nagini eat him."

"Don't worry, Baru, Xida will definitely invite you to the wedding."

"After all, you are 'good friends'."

Baru looked completely wilted, a dejected boy who couldn't see the people laughing silently behind him - yes, almost everyone was grinning and looking at each other.

The love of young children is beautiful. Imhotep looked at him and seemed to see himself and Ansuna in the past.

"It still doesn't work!" Baru suddenly raised his head and glared at Mori Yuesha: "What's his name! I want to know clearly! My sister is crazy and can't judge people well. I have seen many men in the mines. I want to meet that clothing...tailor!"

Mori Yuesa curled her lips secretly. For Hilda, she even said that her sister was a "crazy person".