Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Maybe, it's fiction?

Baru couldn't wait and walked up first.

"gentlemen?"

The man with blond hair slicked back turned his head - he didn't look like a painter, but rather a financier or someone working in a bank. His hair was shiny and smooth, his eyes were deep, and his nose was high.

The whole person looks very imposing.

"Yes?"

"Sir...I would like to ask you about these two paintings?"

Unexpectedly, the blond middle-aged man shook his head and interrupted, holding out his hand: "Jack, Jack Dawson."

Baru was stunned for a moment.

"My name is Baru." He pointed at the people who came over and briefly introduced himself, then asked again: "Your paintings..."

The man still shook his head.

"Excuse me, Baroo, and this... Mr. O'Connor? I think you can go to the other side and have a look." He took his wife's hand: "These two paintings are not for sale."

The man thought that O'Connell and Baruch's group simply wanted to buy paintings.

Evelyn held O'Connor's shoulders and gently pushed the man away.

"Sorry, we're not buying it." She looked at the person in the painting again. "We just want to ask, where did you see my sister?"

"younger sister?!"

The blond man named Jack stood up suddenly, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

“Sir?” The man startled Evelin.

"You know, when I saw her at the dock many years ago, she was only that tall!" Jack compared his height, and then the excited man was pulled aside by his wife.

Ross smiled apologetically at Evelyn and continued what her husband said: "She was our savior, but we never saw her again. From her accent, I guessed that she was probably a lady from England. Since we finished our trip, we settled in England and have been looking for her."

"After calling the police to no avail, we started attending various exhibitions - that young lady must have some noble family members, right? If all else fails, we're going to go to the newspaper office!"

After explaining the cause and effect, the two groups also understood their relationship with each other.

But...how did the savior come?

"You mean, the sunken ship?" Evelyn asked in disbelief.

"Yes, she won my ticket - of course, of course, I know it's probably a coincidence, but... she also said to Ross, 'Take the second class, this is my request to pay off your debt.' You see, how can this be explained?"

"result…"

The result is clear. The ship sank and many people died in the shipwreck and in the cold water. But some people's destiny is set...

That was many years ago.

Even so, Evelyn still found it hard to believe this. O'Connor looked at Baru and Hilda, who were hesitant to speak, and was about to ask the boy and girl if they knew anything, but Jonathan suddenly spoke.

"Eve, remember when you and I were in the museum many years ago." Jonathan looked embarrassed: "Little Forest told me."

"Don't say that—"

"Yes. She said 'don't take that one,'" Jonathan nodded. "She said she wanted to surprise you and give us some first-class tickets so we can take it on its second voyage."

"But we didn't receive the ticket..." Evelyn murmured to herself, "and there was no second voyage..."

Balu looked at Hilda, and Hilda looked at Balu.

The two of them grinned secretly.

He and Hida had agreed that they would keep the secret for their "magical" sister. However, the two young children at that time did not expect that the farewell on that ordinary morning would be eternal.

Both Baru and O'Connor knew that Mori Yuesa would leave one day.

But the difference between Sheeta and Baru and them is that they know that their sister is no longer in "this world".

On that somewhat damp morning, with fog rolling in, the girl twirled her black floral lace parasol, hummed a tune, and quietly disappeared from sight with her maid and servant.

She turned around and gave him a slight smile with the corners of her mouth raised.

The mouth shape is: 'Goodbye, Baru.'

'Goodbye, Roshida.'

'And the legends.'

Chapter 98 Extra 3

This is a snow-white building, much taller than the surrounding shops.

This strange 'thing' was like a reflection in the water, twisted and distorted. Although there were no naturally collapsed buildings in the wizarding world, it was clear from this that the aesthetic taste of the owners of this building was very strange.

The ramshackle angles lean towards Tudor and Georgian styles, with some Queen Anne layering added in. After the various styles were mixed together, the unknown architect stood on the shoulders of three wonderful artistic styles and handed in a work that was... extremely disgusting and ugly.

This is what Mori Yuesa said about this building.

"This is very similar to their world, Master." Nagini walked on the left side of the girl with an umbrella. "It is shaky, old, clumsy, and a kind of clumsy classical beauty formed by a brain that has not been used for many years."

"…You are so wicked, Nagini. Music critics are not as evil as you."

"Tell the truth, Master."

Arrietty still found Nagini's 'truth telling' quite interesting, as long as it wasn't directed at her.

“It should be several hundred years old, right?”

"Probably? Who knows?" Arrietty pulled Mori Yuesha's hair impatiently, but the other party pointed at the short creature at the door of the building and laughed.

"I mean it."

Nagini couldn't help laughing.

The old, wrinkled creature was extremely ugly, with heavy judge-style curls that pushed his hairline back a few times, and many age spots of varying sizes growing in the crevices of his skin.

The funniest thing is that this creature, which looks like it must be hundreds of years old, is actually wearing a neat long dress with a small scarf with gold flowers sticking out of its pocket.

From time to time, he would take out his pocket watch to check the time.

It was indeed ugly beyond the acceptance level of a certain young girl.

"They are goblins."

Look back.

Everything is pale.

The tall, thin man was polite, wearing a high-necked shirt, with extremely light hair that almost blended in with his extremely pale face. He had a clear jawline and high brow ridges.

The man wore a long black windbreaker, and his slender trouser legs were firmly clamped by a pair of riveted boots of the same color.

Most importantly, those eyes.

Eyes of different colors, a mixture of gentleness and cruelty.

So, when Mori Yuesa raised her eyes, the girl almost thought she saw a rock star.

"Cool!" she whistled, and then was hugged by Nagini.

"I don't even know who you learned this from."

"Well...with Arrietty."

"You're blaming me for this again! You liar! Jonathan and Bastet are gone, so I'm the next one, right?!" Arrietty crossed her arms unhappily, but Nagini still glared at her.

"I told you I didn't teach her that!"

Nagini chuckled, "I know, I mean, you're being too loud."

Arrietty: ...

The tall man had a stern expression, but when he looked at Mori Yuesha, he was like a melting winter, his voice gentle and seductive: "An...ordinary person?"

"Hello?" Mori Yuesha answered as she walked with Nagini. The pale gentleman with short hair seemed to be going to the bank as well. "Can't Muggles go here to change money? I asked a few people and they said yes."

"Of course, of course, these are your rights." The white-haired gentleman bowed apologetically, and quickly followed Sen Yuesha, took out a golden coin from his pocket and flipped it between his fingers: "Gold Galleon, you can use it to buy some snacks to take back. I wonder who brought you here for travel?"

Mori Yuesa only knew Dumbledore, so naturally the girl said this name.

Hearing this, the white-haired man was silent for a while, then chuckled: "So, you are his... um? A distant relative? I don't remember him having one."

The fairy at the bank door pushed open the gilded door and stepped onto the first floor of the building. A breath of luxury hit her in the face.

On the huge platforms, the same ugly goblins wearing the same clothes were busy with their heads down, and from time to time, there were the clanging sounds of stamping and the tinkling sounds of metal colliding.

Golden scales are placed on the platform.

Mori Yuesha pouted and did not answer the man's question. Instead, she was not very satisfied with this so-called "bank": "First, I hate Libra; second, I hate heights that I can't reach..."

These tall office desks are indeed not very friendly to short people - this seems to be the strategy of these goblins. Unless you have the blood of a giant, you have to look up at the office workers when standing in front of these "huge" counters.

——They seem to like this very much, as if it shows some kind of superior and dark mentality.

I have to say, every living creature seems to be... like this.

"I don't want to reach that unreachable table." The girl muttered, and under the man's interesting eyes, she pushed the tall man who had been silent beside her.

He glanced around coldly, took off the bag in his hand, and gently...

Thrown onto the marble floor in the middle of the hall.

Bang!

Boom——

The man with heterochromatic eyes touched his hair. He felt a layer of dust from the dome falling on his head. He lowered his head and saw circles of fine lines of broken marble spreading outward around the black wrapping.

The noise woke up all the goblins who were busy with their work.

They looked towards the person in the center of the hall.

"I need to exchange some gold Galleons. Gentlemen 'Giant', could you please come out for a moment?" Mori Yuesa leaned in Nagini's arms, chewing the biscuits the woman fed her.

The 'Giant' gentlemen didn't care about the girl's little sarcasm. They fell down quickly and came out from behind the stage. Three or two of them squatted in front of the black package and untied the chain.

A bag of shiny gold bricks!

God!

There were gasps all around.

"Gold, do you want to exchange it for gold Galleons?" The leading fairy had the most age spots, and Mori Yuesha felt that he should be the one to speak.

He took out a special small magnifying glass from his jacket pocket: "Let me see... the purity is very high, very - but," he looked at Mori Yuesha's dress again, and a cunning look flashed across his face: "Exchange will cause loss, Miss, can you accept it?"

"Whatever, just hurry up." Mori Yuesha nodded indifferently. The man beside her who had been watching for a long time didn't know what he was thinking. His words were very light, but there seemed to be a bit of a ruffian threat: "I think... it should be normal wear and tear, sir."

The leading goblin turned his droopy old eyes towards the man.

"It's... normal." He swallowed and bowed to him tremblingly: "Please help us, we can't lift these-"

The pale man drew out his wand and waved it gently.

The bag of gold, enough to smash the stone slabs, flew onto the huge platform like a feather.

cool!

Mori Yuesha saw interesting witchcraft again.

"what is this?"

"I think we should exchange our names first, right? This noble and beautiful lady, the most satisfying creation of Venus—" He tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, revealing an indescribable...

A sense of weirdness.

"I am Gellert Grindelwald."

The man winked playfully and bowed like a gentleman.

"Um...I'm Mori Tsukisa."