Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Humph, a cold-blooded animal with low intelligence.

"So... that's it." Without caring about how the little elf who finally won was celebrating, Mori Yuesa told the black cat who had just taken a nap the whole story about the bell, and then accepted the cat's contempt with a calm face.

"You...yawn...did you dig someone's grave?" Bast covered her pointed mouth, and a few strands of her whiskers were rubbed down, then quickly bounced back up.

"It's not me, it's Arrietty." The girl decisively sold out her servant.

This behavior made Arrietty more determined to watch the fun - no, considering the number of times Her Majesty the Queen had tormented her, the little goblin would have to fan the flames a lot more in the future to vent her anger.

"It's Arrietty?" Bast looked at her palm. "It's not you?"

"Yeah! It's not me."

Bastet nodded, suddenly realizing, "So, she dug up the tombs of the Wind Children and stole the items. Who did she give them to?"

Mori Yuesha took her index finger out of her mouth, hesitated for a while, and pointed at herself: "Should... it be given to me?"

The black cat pouted: "So, you two are not together?"

"No. You can't say that." Mori Yuesha shook her index finger and said seriously, "That was chosen by Arrietty herself. She was a loyal servant who wanted to add to her master's treasure house, but I, as her master, knew nothing about it..."

As she was talking, the girl started to have another attack. She curled her fingers and wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes: "I also secretly withheld Arrietty's candy today! Damn it!"

"She put aside her past grudges and did this low-brow, disgusting thing for me. However, as the owner, I knew nothing about it and continued to work diligently for world peace and contribution..."

"I am so despicable! I should be despised!"

"No! Don't look at me the way you look at a great queen!"

"Don't--! And don't look at me with the same eyes you use to look at the most beautiful girl in the world!"

"Arrietty, it's her! She is the character who should be celebrated!"

"Ah - what a touching master-servant relationship..."

Bastet looked at Arrietty.

Arrietty looked at Bastet.

The goblin and the cat were both calm.

Arrietty: Come to think of it, I didn't know that this bastard withheld my candy today, hehe...

Bastet: Come to think of it, I really don’t know whether the ancestors of the Sons of the Wind would be moved by your master-servant relationship, hehe...

Chapter93 Travel Blogger

"Just take it with you."

A thin silver wire passed through the bell buckle and was tied to Mori Yuesha's ankle.

The crazy girl was humming a polyphonic tune while holding a piece of butterfly cake in her mouth, her feet resting on Ansuna's half-kneeling knees. The woman was concentrating on tying the knot on the small lock for her master.

"To be honest, I find it hard to believe that the rumored multiverse walker is actually someone like you." Bastet held the white porcelain teacup and sipped the black tea slowly and carefully: "You can hardly take care of yourself. Can't you even bend over?"

Bastet felt something was not right when she saw Nagini enjoying herself so much. And Mori Yuesha looked as if it was a matter of course.

"Are you qualified to say that to me, little sea urchin? Don't you gods also accept offerings from humans all the time?"

"That's offering. I'm talking about the ability to take care of oneself."

Nagini patted the back of Mori Yuesha's foot and told her master that she could withdraw her foot: "Lady Bastet, I made your tea."

Bastet: ...

"Anyway..." The black cat moved his ears, picked up the teacup and took a big sip: "Anyway, if Tianna Jinni is not here, you are doomed..."

Arrietty sneered.

What are you thinking?

There is also a pink-haired fake sister at home.

Besides, with the Queen's figure, can she curl her legs? Do you think everyone else looks like they've been repeatedly run over by a bulldozer?

The little goblin had no idea that he had been infected with the disease from Nagini, and was making malicious guesses about the black cat god sitting behind the round table.

"I know the Eye of Khonsu. It is a very special semi-artifact - don't look at me like that, you can't compare us to your mother... Bastard, don't show me your bracelet, it's an artifact! You don't understand the power of diversity..."

"Well, anyway, it is indeed called a 'semi-artifact' in my world. It's not because of how powerful it is, but because of its collectible attribute - it is a Kongsu product, and it has great collection value."

"It has no effect on gods, and it can't affect too many mortals. Those who have this ability don't need it at all - but considering the reputation of the creator, it must be a semi-artifact..."

Mori Yuesha hummed: "So it's just a piece of junk?"

"If you don't want it, give it to me." The black cat was angry at Mori Yuesha's way of taking advantage of the situation: "This is Kongsu's creation. No one has seen that god for a long time. This bell is very valuable for collection among gods. Many goddesses like Kongsu..."

"Even though I've never seen it?" Mori Yuesha was curious: "I've never seen it, but I still yearn for it?"

"Yes... there are also legends among the gods..."

Isn't this an idol?

"God knows? If you don't like the bell, I can exchange it with a beard that brings luck..." Bastet tempted the girl little by little: "The gods have special means to ensure that the bell will not run away by itself... If you wear it, it might disappear one day."

"No, I like it." Mori Yuesha refused decisively. Her intuition told her that this bell was very interesting: "Besides, what's your lucky beard?"

The girl looked at Bastet's cat mouth and suddenly stretched out her hand: "Isn't it that you can have as much as you want..."

Bastet knocked away the girl's fingers that were pinching His beard!

asshole!

I have to volunteer, who told you to just pull it out?

The tired black cat picked up the teacup and took a big gulp. After putting it down, he casually looked around and found that Imhotep and Ansuna were not in the cabin.

Only then did He ask about the 'sinner': "Speaking of which, Imhotep, what are you going to do?"

Mori Yuesa sat back on the high stool.

The girl's feet could not touch the ground, and her calves kicked up and down back and forth; the silver bells rang melodiously, and the sunlight in the afternoon sky made the dust in the quiet airship float slower.

The sound of the bells adds a bit of liveliness to the lazy and leisurely scene.

"Imorton?" Mori Yuesha moved her feet without raising her head, her eyes following the silver ball on her ankle: "I have decided to take them away, what's the problem?"

"You don't really think that the card transformation of the planeswalker is omnipotent, do you?" Bastet licked the back of her hand and rubbed the corner of her mouth: "The situation of Imhotep and Ansuna is different. Ansuna's soul was indeed brought out of the Styx by you."

"But Imhotep is different."

"He is a sinner, a monster sent down by the sun god to the bottom of the river of Hades. A semi-supernatural Book of the Dead - do you think it can make his soul return completely? Don't you think it's strange that Anubis could easily seal his magic power in Laputa?"

"I noticed it a long time ago!" The girl half raised her feet.

"You found nothing!" The black cat meowed unhappily, looked around, and after confirming that Imhotep and Ansuna were not there, he said, "That is a mark left by the gods. Unless your strength is enough to ignore the power of the righteous gods headed by the sun god..."

"I can't?"

The black cat didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile.

What do you say?

"Oh...I, probably can't."

Ugh.

Bastet scratched her chin in annoyance. She was so angry whenever she chatted with this unreliable girl. If you say she was stupid, the girl's seemingly disordered intuition was always right. If you say she was smart...

Impossible. Anyone who is not blind can see that she is not very smart.

"Unless." The black cat looked at the gorgeous chandelier above his head, "Unless you call your mother again."

"That can easily break the curse of the sun god. But are you willing to trouble your mother because of Imhotep?"

Of course Mori Yuesha was not happy about it. She was a person who was extremely afraid of trouble. If it really didn't work out, then forget it. She didn't really want a servant anyway.

The girl has always maintained an extremely casual attitude towards those followers: just like she really hates the life attitude of the protagonist in Senjumura Masaru's "Fantasy Demon Sword Legend".

It was as if every step taken by the underage male protagonist had already been calculated in his mind.

I am bored.

She still likes the Dragon Ball she drew - a comic that should have 90% battles (strongly recommended by Akane Ayaka). Starting from the second volume, netizens have affectionately called it: the story of finding a knife and fork in a cake.

Ten percent fighting + ninety percent tea party (Mori Yuesha insisted).

Today the protagonist learned how to bake a cake…tomorrow the protagonist’s master will go to watch a swimsuit fashion show on the beach…and so on.

Well, in short, whether the sales of this comic will plummet in the later period is not a problem that Mori Yuesha considers; just like Bastet once suggested that she should try to "card" some powerful servants in the future.

never.

She plans to be a beautiful travel blogger, see beautiful scenery, eat delicious food, and meet fun people - only friends with whom she can play together will the girl be willing to take her along.

Let's retract the association and turn the topic back to Imhotep.

Mori Yuesha thought for a moment and said, "Since you said so, the great Lady Bastet must have other solutions, right?"

The black cat pretended to shake his head: "That depends on whether someone can beg me--"

"Oh bye."

Completely ignoring the words 'please me', the girl turned around and started chatting with her servant about something else.

Go to hell, you brainless monsters!

Chapter94 That’s all…?

Bastet's offer to help was really beyond Mori Yuesha's expectations.

To be honest, the girl knew that this black cat was not much different from herself in some ways: it also ignored most creatures. In their eyes, there was no difference between mortals and transcendents who knew a little magic. Moreover, compared to herself, gods were more arrogant and indifferent.

It was hard for the girl to imagine that this guy who had just regained his divine power and once looked down on everyone could be so kind.

"Well, it's not like I don't have any requirements..." Black Cat stroked his beard in confusion: "That..."

"Oh bye."

"Come back! You haven't listened to my request yet!!"

Bastet grabbed Mori Yuesha who jumped down from the chair and glared at her with her big round eyes: "Give me some of your mana! Did you hear what Anubis said?"

"The mana of a worldwalker carries with it a certain amount of pluralistic power. It would be of great use to me—just a little bit, just a tiny bit..."

Bastet used two fingers to draw a line from the top of her head down, the size of a "sky-high"...

"Goodbye."

"Oh, I can ask for less. Bargain. Why don't you bargain?"

Mori Yuesa turned around and made a gesture: her thumb pushed the nail on her little finger.

"It's just a little bit..." The girl said miserly, "This is all I can give you."

"I saw you use mana to conjure chains for Nagini to swing on the other day... you were clearly wasting it!" The black cat screamed, "I'll die if you give me some!"

Mori Yuesha blinked: "I just heard someone asked me to beg Him..."

"You heard wrong." Bastet shrank her cat head, and stretched her ears to both sides like wings. "I really need the power of diversity... This can allow me to gain the most improvement during this time when the gods are asleep."

"Well, you also want me to be promoted early so that I can meet you in other worlds in the future, right?"

"No, bye."

"Mori! Yue! Sha!"

puff.

Nagini secretly covered her mouth, tugged at the black spun lace on her sleeves, and pushed back Mori Yuesha, who had a smirk on her face: “Master, stop making trouble.”

"The land cards work very hard. They provide me with mana every day, but I can't give them anything in return." The depressed girl lowered her head and her voice fell from a high pitch with a click: "You have to walk so much right at the beginning..."

"Do you know how sad the land card would be? The energy that was produced with great effort was given to an irrelevant god by its owner..."

"If I were it, I'd—"