Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

'Rich people, rich people, rich people, rich people—'

Matilda had never seen a rich person, but she had a rough guess, just a guess - at least rich people would not send their daughters to some damn crappy school and let the teachers beat their children all day long - at least rich people would not let their wives do that kind of work and then talk about it with relish to every one of her 'clients'.

At least rich people care about their sisters, parents, and relatives. They protect their sisters, take care of their wives and daughters, and keep the house warm.

He would never think of selling his daughter somewhere, letting his wife and daughter do the same job and then calling it a "family experience."

At least…

Or, it has nothing to do with whether you have money or not.

It's just that my father is a boring and simple beast.

"That's right, you see I'm kind and pretty." Mori Yuesa smacked her lips and "recommended" Matilda another candy that Nagini brought. "The selling of daughters you mentioned really doesn't exist in rich families."

Nagini suddenly said, "They call it marriage."

Mori Yuesha bumped the maid's shoulder in dissatisfaction: "...You're spoiling the fun again."

"It's because of the master's 'feat' in Kamar-Taj that we had to step into the gift (trap) prepared by the Ancient One, which also prevented us from arriving at the reserved hotel on time—" The maid smiled angrily, "And then, some people kept complaining that it was uncomfortable to live here."

“Who is it because of?”

Mori Yuesha's energetic face quickly deflated.

"So Master, please don't do that anymore. As a maid, this is the only request I can make of you. Is that okay?"

"A maid cannot make demands on her master..."

Mori Yuesha grumbled, stole a glance at the maid with a bad face, and added: "In... other places... Okay, don't be angry. We will leave in a few days and leave here! Barry Barry, have you packed your things?"

"Most of the stuff is not taken out. I know you will never be able to get used to it."

Matilda was shocked.

Most of it...hasn't been taken out yet?

So what are those things at the door?

"It's an everyday item. Do you like it, Dada?"

Mori Yuesha looked back with a smile: "Come with me tomorrow, I will take you to play. Have you ever seen a dragon that is as fat as a meatball?"

Nagini: You still have the nerve to say...

Matilda was lost in thought, and the only thing that flashed through her mind was her brother's innocent face - and then a large amount of blood was splashed on it. He screamed, wailed, and his face was full of resentment.

'You survived, sister.'

'Will you avenge me?'

Matilda gritted her teeth, and there was more emotion in her brown eyes.

"I learn things quickly." She sat up straight, imitating Nagini's posture, putting her hands together on her lower abdomen, straightening her back, and raising her chin to a reasonable position that was neither awkward nor embarrassing: "I'm still young, and I learn things quickly."

Mori Yuesa blinked, not understanding what the child was talking about.

Nagini understood.

Because she had her own moments of despair, she understood what Matilda wanted to do.

As expected, the girl spoke anxiously: "Please help me! Help me! You are rich, right? Rich, right? Please help me, whether you hire a killer or use any other method - please help me kill them! Is it okay? I can also be your maid, your servant - anything, anything, as long as you avenge my family!! "

"I can do anything! I still have plenty of time. I can serve you for ten, twenty, or even thirty years!"

The girl, who had been very talkative since she entered the room, suddenly became very indifferent after Matilda's words.

She held a lollipop in her mouth and said innocently, "But I don't need you."

Matilda's anxiety got stuck in her throat.

"I don't need an ordinary human being, and I can't take you away from this world - you are meaningless to me. Of course, it's not impossible for me to help you. It's just a piece of cake. It's just an exchange..." Mori Yuesha smiled and leaned towards Nagini: "Forget about the exchange, you still have a long life. Alas, the family can no longer have another beautiful girl... Besides, you are not as beautiful as me..."

Nagini: ...This is damn cute.

Matilda's emotions fluctuated like an electrocardiogram with Mori Yuesha's words. When she heard the last part, when Mori Yuesha said "it's just a piece of cake", her eyes suddenly widened.

She leaned forward and grasped Mori Yuesha's soft hand: "You...you can help me?! Really?"

The anxious girl did not notice that the maid's eyes suddenly became dangerous when she looked at her.

“…Your hands are not as soft as mine.” Mori Yuesa pinched Matilda’s hand, turning it left and right again, and let go after just two squeezes.

Did Nagini seem to pinch her?

Mori Yuesha glanced at Nagini, and the maid rolled her eyes in reproach in response.

—That’s enough, Ms. Amorous Big-Breasted.

——Oh, vinegar snake.

Matilda stared at the master and servant who were flirting with each other in confusion, and found that the rich man in the rumors seemed not quite the same as she had imagined?

they…

Why is the relationship between them and their servants so delicate?

…………

……

Inside Mr. Lando's house.

A package was found by the gunman.

He cracked open the plastic casing of an old semiconductor and inside was a large plastic-wrapped bag filled to the brim with what they were looking for.

"Here it is! I found it!"

Stanfield was lying by the window and shouted excitedly, "Bingo!" Then he turned around and took the plastic bag hastily handed to him by his men.

He weighed it and squeezed it.

"Very good, it seems we have defeated those who like Mozart." Stanfield grinned nervously, his nose twitched, and he pressed against the plastic and took a deep breath.

hiss--

"very good."

The sound of sirens outside the window made the man in the leather jacket anxious. He ran over and urged, "Stan, we'd better leave quickly."

Stanfield handed the things to Leather Jacket and walked out of the house, stepping on the blood.

The gunman behind him suddenly asked, "What should I tell them?" He had obviously seen Stanfield act like this more than once. "Same old, tell them we are on duty?"

Stanfield was holding a cigarette, his face gloomy.

"Official business. We found drug dealers here. You know what I mean. I'll handle the follow-up."

The gunman nodded, sat back on the sofa, and kicked the boy's head off the ground.

"Cool, Stan."

The sirens are getting closer.

Chapter 21 The Bragging Master and the Maid

"Forget about your father. As for your mother..."

'She is not my biological mother.'

'Oh. '

'My sister is trying to lose weight all the time but she's not making any progress. She's my half-sister...but she's not fulfilling her responsibilities as a sister. She's not a good sister.'

'Why are you crying if you can't stand them?'

'They killed my brother! What did he do wrong? He was only 4 years old!! He doesn't cry... He just likes to be with me... I am more like his mother than that stinky sow.'

'It's not nice to scold a pig like that. Pigs are friendlier than people.'

Mori Yuesha walked around the room, taking out high heels from the closet to try them on, then throwing them all over the floor; then she went into the little room to change into a princess dress, then threw them all over the floor; she put on expensive jewel necklaces, rings, and earrings, then threw them all over the floor...

Throw it all over the floor.

An hour later, Nagini half-leaned and chatted with Matilda, and the room was no longer usable.

"She's quite difficult, isn't she?"

Matilda glanced at Mori Yuesha - this little princess from a rich family looked about the same age as herself - even if she was older, was she going to waste other people's hard work like this? Nagini had just cleaned up the room in the morning.

Now it's a mess again.

"Her hobby is trying on all kinds of shiny things."

Matilda's light brown eyes curved: "So, your hobby is cleaning the house."

Nagini smiled slightly, "That's right."

The two of them were talking happily - age was not a problem, identity was not a problem. As long as they had the same topic, the same past, the same trauma. Both of them were saved from the abyss, and the one who saved the two people in the abyss was in this room.

Keep trying on all kinds of expensive clothes and jewelry.

Then throw it on the ground.

"I like you a little bit, Nagini." Matilda said seriously like a little adult, "You are more competent than my sister. You are a competent maid. If you were my sister, I think my life would be much better."

Nagini touched the little girl's head and found her thin hair was very soft.

"If I were your sister, I would have killed your family long ago."

Matilda didn't believe it.

After coming out of the cold and fear yesterday, she was 'forced' to sleep with Mori Yuesha and the maid sister. She talked with them about everything, cartoons, Eastern countries, men and women, the world that children will see when they grow up, delicacies from all over the world, and all interesting things -

Then she discovered a secret.

These two were the master and servant from wealthy families.

Like to brag.

Yes, I like to brag, constantly, in various obscure ways -

Brag about yourself.

The servant brags about his master, and the master brags about the servant.

The master likes to say that he is a magician, but the maid sister kills people if they disagree with her.

The master has a baby face and big breasts, and is soft and cute, and will fall down when the wind blows; the maid is gentle and considerate, and has a cold face but a kind heart.

It's just that these two people love to brag too much.

Matilda made a decision in her heart.

"Can you give me some money?" she suddenly asked Nagini, "I don't want to go with you."

why?

Nagini knew what the child was thinking without asking.

She disagrees.

"I don't want to implicate you, Sister Nagini and Mori Yuesha. Give me some money, okay? Just consider it a loan. I will definitely survive. I know some boys. You know the kids nowadays, they are connected with gangs." Matilda's face flashed with disgust, but she still forced herself to continue: "Maybe I can buy some bullets and things to load them, and get a few people's help."

"And then?" Nagini picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Then…"

"Then I will come to you alive."

"I will repay you."

Nagini liked the child more and more. She was very similar to her former self, with the same persistence, anger, and desperation...

Also saved.

"That's not necessary." Her cool lips curled upwards: "Matilda, your worries are as simple as choosing between strawberries and cherries for us."

Start bragging again.

Matilda sighed. This master and servant were good and kind, but they were too naive. How did they get tricked into this slum where people were eaten without leaving any bones?