Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I'll just help her take care of the beginning and the end."

Opening the door, Tojo Aoi reminded again: "Highest level of authority, I don't want them to have any identity loopholes in the future."

"Understood, Aoi-sama."

Chapter 60 Imhotep’s Misconception

Imhotep didn't know his identity had been exposed. Even if the owner of this 3,000-year-old antique had an absorption speed beyond that of an ordinary person, it was still a little difficult to face the huge information society.

The man was flipping through the book, and the old butler called 'Ben' was sitting in a chair opposite him, drinking coffee leisurely. As the pages flashed by, Imhotep glanced at the fast-moving lead type in boredom.

"sick…"

Ok?

Curiously, he picked it up with his index finger and opened it again. The high priest turned it over in confusion, looked at the cover, and then looked at the page.

That page reads:

"Yandere."

Of course he knew what a yandere was. When he came to this world, the first thing he came into contact with was the Internet. Imhotep also put a lot of effort into those animation and Internet terms, because his witch was such a woman with an unconventional mind.

This book was Arrietty's, and between its pages were some of the fairy's note cards, on which one could read the notes if one had good eyesight or a magnifying glass.

These are all some weird analyses.

Agatsuma Yuno, a girl with mental problems.

Imhotep tapped his chin and ran his dry, rough fingers across his freshly shaved face. A slight tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his heart.

He recalled his conversation with Arrietty -

"You'd better not worry too much about that kind of thing." Arrietty said this not long ago while taking a bath in a coffee cup.

- Although the little goblin was secretly taking a bath in the coffee cup that his queen often used, Imhotep decided to hold off on telling the queen until a few days later because he needed her help.

Or, tell your lover, and let Ansuna 'accidentally' reveal it to Mori Yuesha...

Don't be fooled by his chocolate-colored skin, Imhotep is actually a cold-blooded man who loves to drink green tea.

"Isn't this interesting?" With her long coral hair hanging down her shoulders, Arrietty, wearing a white sweat towel, leaned against the wall of the coffee cup, her arms resting on the rim. "What are you worried about?"

Of course Imhotep was worried. The pink-haired girl didn't look like Mori Tsukisa.

She seemed to be emitting strong malice at all times, towards everything around her, towards the world, especially...

To the woman who is close to Mori Tsukisa.

"Shura Field, Shura Field, this is the most beautiful scene, you know nothing." The little fairy's contemptuous look was still vivid in my mind, "Or do you have an extraordinary passion for Mori Yuesha?"

The thumb and index finger of the left hand are placed in a circle, and the index finger of the right hand quickly passes through - pull back, pass through, pull back...

I don’t know if this action is applicable in the multiverse, but at least here, Imhotep understood it immediately.

"Blasphemy! What nonsense are you talking about?!" He glared at the naughty goblin. "I already have a lover!"

Oh. Then...

"That is to say, your lover, Ansuna, has an extraordinary passion for Mori Yuesha?" Arrietty smiled evilly and curled her right hand into a circle:

The two circles faced each other, rubbing against each other and rubbing against each other... In the coffee cup (bathtub), clear water splashed out.

Imhotep wondered where this bastard goblin learned so many vivid and suggestive gestures. To be honest, he already had an idea of ​​the picture.

"Blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy, witch..." Covering his face, the strong man spread his fingers and cursed: "My love only treats the witch as a relative. She is like our child."

Child.

"Since you and Ansuna are not interested in her." The little fairy rubbed the back of her hands, and her face, which was supported by her hands, fell into deep thought: "Why do you want to interfere in these things? What does my wife Yuno have to do with you?"

"Oh? Are you talking about my wife Yuno's child——"

'Blasphemy! Arrietty! Watch your language!'

'Tsk.' The little goblin scooped up the water and poured it on his face, making a face: 'You are so hypocritical, Imhotep. I advise you to stop worrying about things that are not your business.'

"I'm worried that Yuno will hurt the witch. That child," he pointed to his head: "there's something wrong here."

"You're talking like Mori Tsukisa is normal, who are you looking down on, you stinky bald head."

"Witch-sama... is much more normal than Agatsuma Yuno."

Arrietty's expression changed drastically, and she suddenly narrowed her eyes: "Huh? So, that's what you think?" She took off the towel on her head and put it around her neck, putting away her teasing.

He looked at the man seriously.

"Imorton, you and Ansuna should stay out of Mori Yuesha's business and be sensible - the purpose of a servant's existence is to protect the master and wait for orders. Any other thoughts are superfluous."

"Forget about Nagini. You should know clearly how she feels about Mori Yuesha. We, we should not get involved."

After saying that, she dived half of her face into the water, gurgling and spitting out bubbles.

Imhotep pulled himself back to his thoughts and closed the book in his hand.

My wife Yuno, Mori Tsuki Sa.

Pretend you can’t see anything and don’t care about anything?

With a sigh, Imhotep put the book back on the bookshelf and bowed to the old man in front of him: "Please move, the master should be here soon."

"There is something wrong with the way you salute." Unexpectedly, Mr. Ben did not buy it. He spoke in a formal tone and shook his chin contemptuously: "Many servants will use this half-salute method to cover the dagger at their waist--" The old man pointed at Imhotep's waist.

"In ancient times, they would use this method to launch assassinations."

Imhotep stood there expressionless.

"You think what I said is wrong?" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows, took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Fortunately, you are not the person I want to teach: arrogant, unruly, cold, cruel, I see the viciousness of those vultures in your eyes. You are suitable to be a loaded gun, but not suitable to hide behind the master."

"You are so dazzling."

Imhotep subconsciously touched his bald head.

"I didn't say anything about your hairstyle." The old man shook his head in amusement and stood up, putting away his pocket watch: "Besides, you don't have any hairstyle to speak of."

What should I do? I kind of hate this old guy now.

As the oldest guy, Imhotep has to lead the way for him.

…………

……

“You are…” The old man looked Mori Yuesha up and down.

The shrine was right under their feet. A few days ago, Mitsuha Miyamizu went to Tokyo to have fun (and shop a lot). If it weren't for Imhotep's reminder, the two girls would have forgotten about the contract.

This also directly led to the delay in the handover of the shrine, leaving no time for Imhotep to decorate it.

However, Mr. Ben looked very happy.

"I have long wanted to renovate in a 'formal' style - those aristocratic houses are extremely boring, rustic and old-fashioned. Why should I hesitate about something that can be changed with just a little effort?" The old butler looked around and didn't care that his white gloves were stained with dust: "I am very satisfied with this place."

But it's in such a state of disrepair.

"This is called plasticity. Once a place is decorated well, there is still room for improvement." The white-haired butler said seriously.

So, your dream is actually to be an interior designer?

Mori Yuesa was in a daze holding the lollipop in her mouth until the butler came over again.

Chapter61 The mission objective is…?

"You are the one who offered to hire me?"

Mori Yuesha nodded.

Mr. Ben didn't say yes or no. He opened his wrinkled eyelids and looked at the girl meaningfully with his cloudy blue eyes.

"I don't have any status or title, and I'm not a descendant of a noble family. So, you should be very rich?"

"About? Nagini, how much money do we have?"

"A few pieces of jewellery have been selected as the finale and will be auctioned at the end of the month. According to Ansuna's wishes, gold has not been sold in large quantities. The registration of the jewellery brand is still going through the process. The funds that can be used at present are -"

The curvy maid leaned over and whispered a number into Mori Yuesha's ear.

"Oh, this." Mori Yuesa gestured.

"…Only part of it?" Mr. Ben was still looking at Nagini. After hearing the number given by Mori Yuesha, he looked strange: "Maybe the information Miss Spencer told me is wrong. What is your family?"

Huge wealth cannot appear out of thin air.

"Oh, that." Mori Yuesha waved her hand: "I'm a traveler."

So what does a traveler have to do with great wealth?

Mori Yuesha felt that she had explained it clearly: "Traveling and exploring, you will always find some treasures. Hasn't Ben read that story?"

A poor woodcutter, who was born in a poor family and had nothing, accidentally discovered the robbers' treasure trove while chopping wood. With the help of the witty and evil-hating maid Margina, he escaped danger, defeated the robbers and... got the treasure.

I don't understand why when Mori Tsukisa said "with the help of a smart and evil-hating maid", the servants in front of me all looked proud and said "I am great"...

Moreover.

What the hell are Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves? Is this lady trying to tell me that her huge fortune was acquired by robbing the rich, just like in fairy tales?

Looking at the childish girl, the old man smiled and shook his head.

"Let me make it clear first, the price is high. Once my team arrives, you can't go back on your word, little girl."

He seemed very pleased with Mori Tsukisa.

"Maybe I miss my granddaughter." Mr. Ben pulled off his white gloves and shook his head in confusion: "Why do I like your master a little bit when I see her? No, not--" In the increasingly strange look on Imhotep's face, the old man explained: "Just like a relative..."

"strangeness…"

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Somewhere at the same time, a scar wrinkled.

Tojo Tansuke sat crookedly on the sofa. His neatly slicked-back hair and slightly textured tie made him look energetic. However, his weathered and slightly wrinkled eyes were frozen into coldness by a long scar that pierced through them.

This is an attractive man.

Although Miss Rabbit's coming has nothing to do with this.

"No, don't touch those things." She stopped the man from cutting the cigar and pushed the black sunglasses on her face: "I hate the smell of that stench. You don't want me to smash your office, right?"

"Do you really think you can talk to me like this with the "Masquerade" behind you?" Tojo Chensuke's voice was low, and when he spoke with his neck tilted, the teasing tone made his already low voice even more muffled.

The man said disdainfully, "Those dogs at the Masquerade have eaten a lot of the food I gave them. Now, I can't even invite the organizer? I only sent someone of your caliber?"

The woman took out the lip gloss from the bag on her lap, opened the lid, pushed it up, and looked in the mirror while applying it: "Oh, Mr. Chen's position, the organizer told me..."

"Although it told me to assist you with all my strength," he pursed his lips, "it seems that it didn't take it too seriously."

Tojo Chensuke sneered.

Snapped.

The small hand mirror is closed.

"Tell me," the woman crossed her legs: "The price is too low. Isn't the Tojo Group very rich?" Looking around the office decoration, she was not very satisfied.

"I've had a lot of fun myself. If the organizer hadn't helped me once..."

"I don't care about money, but...how do you prove that you have the ability to accomplish it?" Tojo Chensuke casually moved a stack of checks from the table, tore off two of them and threw them to the woman. They were blank.

"Fill it in yourself."

The woman finally smiled.

Before she could touch the check, Tojo Tamsuke quickly pressed it, his dark eyes staring at the woman's sunglasses.