Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Having a bad mood?"

Du Yinyin shook his head.

"Oh... Are you frustrated because you didn't catch Light Yagami?"

No, it wasn't because of Light Yagami. He had no grudge against Light Yagami - it was because once the four suspects were proven innocent, Kira's case would be back to square one. Everything that had happened before would be in vain.

It doesn't make sense. Based on the existing information, it doesn't make sense at all.

"Has the sleep-deprived Prince ever considered the mysterious side?"

Of course L has considered it, but the problem is that conviction requires evidence. If it is simply a matter of killing the wrong person rather than letting him go, then it is not something he needs to worry about - different countries have different practices, and you can kill if you want.

As a detective, your only responsibility is to find evidence.

As it stands now, he is considered to be disqualified.

"Hey~ Of course it's not okay to use mortal 'chain of evidence' to infer supernatural powers."

This time even the old man Lian Du came over out of curiosity. He also wanted to hear Mori Yuesha talk about "that side".

"I have heard of similar cases many times in my life." The old man took out his glasses from his chest and put them on, his back straight. "I know there may be people with supernatural powers in the world. Unfortunately, I have never seen them with my own eyes."

L squinted his eyes: "Because Watari avoided it."

"That's for your safety, and that of the Huamizzi House." The old man narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, "I'm just an inventor who runs an orphanage and has some money. From the moment the children grew up, I set two rules for the Huamizzi House: first, don't interfere in politics, and second, don't get involved in supernatural cases."

It's a very standard argument.

"Well, let's show it to Grandpa Du."

Nagini gently tugged at the corner of Mori Yuesha's clothes and winked at her, meaning not to make a big scene and scare this nearly eighty-year-old woman.

Mori Yuesha gave a thumbs up: "Don't worry! I have a good idea!"

I’m just afraid that you might have a good idea.

The orange-red flame ignited in the air between the two pairs of wide-open eyes, and stretched out. At the end of the girl's fingertips, the brilliant light of the silent burning cold fireworks drew a perfect circle more than one person tall in the air.

Is the flame hot? Is it hot? Does it need air to burn? What's on the other end? Is this magic? Is it the same as electricity? Is it adaptive? Can it be seen?

L opened his arms like a young child, mumbling something incomprehensible. He stamped his feet on the ground and turned around Du excitedly. The old man smiled and patted his head.

It had been a long time since he had seen L so happy, and it had also been a long time since he had patted his head like he did when they were little.

"Did you see it? Watari! Did you see it?"

"Yes, yes, I saw it, L." The old man's decades of life experience only allowed him to maintain a calm expression, but his heart was as turbulent as L's, right?

Unlike Arrietty, a creature that has never been seen before but still maintains a human form.

What is in front of me... is truly a supernatural power!

The real miracle that one could never see with one's own eyes in one's entire lifetime, the scenes in mythology and many types of film and television dramas flowed so plainly under the girl's fingertips.

Then, it was presented in front of two people.

The flames burned and the heart beat.

"Bari Bari! Go, go, portal~portal~I'm a little bee, opening portals everywhere~la la la~la la la la la~"

Nagini: ...

Where does the other end lead to?

Mr. Bee?

Little Bee doesn't know either.

Occasionally she would go through the ring of fire to take a look at various corners of the world and the earth. This time she used her mana to open the dimensional door as far as possible - as far as possible, as far as possible.

How far can you go?

Four figures disappeared into the gate of fire, and then the brilliance was extinguished, leaving only ashes on the ground.

Silence returned to the house.

…………

……

The door closed at the fingertips, and a group of people stepped onto the ground.

Above the head is a gorgeous gauze interwoven with black, blue, red and purple, and a floc-like mist woven with flowing silver; in the eyes are clusters of dazzling nebulae and silver meteors that occasionally shuttle through the field of vision; under the feet is solid ground, and in the ears are waves charging towards the cliffs and birds singing the praises of secrets and freedom.

In front of me is a huge, straight road.

A dark-skinned man with golden eyes and holding a sword stood at the end of the road, staring vigilantly at a group of people who suddenly appeared.

He wore a heavy decoration on his head: a pair of golden pliers pointing upwards. He was wearing golden armor, and his whole body was wrapped in an aura of "I am very rich".

Immediately afterwards…

The sword was drawn out of its scabbard with a clang and pointed at the leading lady.

"Intruder?!"

"Tell me why you're here!"

…Sorry to say, L and Watari felt very oppressed when being stared at by those golden pupils. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and it was so loud that it almost grew louder after wandering between the cliffs and the waves.

The dark-skinned man changed several languages, and finally, the four people understood.

"Midgard... Midgard people?"

Atrium?

Mori Yuesha took two steps forward and looked at the surrounding buildings and the stars and moon that were filled with a strong sacred atmosphere.

"Where is this? Heaven?"

"We existed before the story of Jesus was created." The man with golden eyes lowered the tip of his sword and squinted at Du and L. After a while, he sheathed the sword and his voice became gentle: "Wandered in? You... the wizard from the atrium? The dimensional gate?"

"How did you open the dimensional gate here? How did you get through the barrier?"

Mori Yuesha looked innocent: "It just came over in a flash."

"call out…??"

The man with golden eyes glanced at Sen Yuesha's height and face, secretly wondering how this underage wizard had mischievously opened the dimensional gate into the Asgard... He patted his breastplate and was about to introduce himself when a thunderous roar came from the distant sky.

"Who invaded Asgard?!"

The rumbling thunder came from a very far distance, and then approached like thunder in an instant - the angular hammer was wrapped in dark blue plasma, breaking through the airflow like a streaking meteor!

The person holding it was a man with a red cape hanging from his back and shoulder-length blond hair - Mori Yuesa noticed that his hair was a little tangled.

...It's so dirty.

"Who! Who is it! Invading! Asgard!"

The cloak fluttered, and it fell from the sky with thunder and plasma!

Bang! !

Landing, air flow surges!

"Wait a minute!" The man in golden armor lowered his head and stepped forward to explain: "Thor, they are not--"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a muscular blond man.

He raised the hammer and pointed it at Mori Yuesa. The rough buzzing sound seemed to carry the violent roar of lightning and thunder.

"Invaders! You will get war!!"

Mori Yuesa and L rolled their eyes at the same time.

I'll die if I hear what you say, you dirty, big fool.

Chapter 110 Naughty Kids

A beautiful golden palace, with birds holding gemstones and copper pots, pointed arches, bright gemstones inlaid on the stone brick walls, and gold and silver flowers blooming in pairs.

The sturdy pillars, as yellow as ivory, extend all the way to the bottom of the throne, on both sides of the palace; statues stand next to the doors, shining with golden light even without the sun; the broad-line murals were painted by craftsmen who captured time and history, with great effort, and the lines are colorful.

Sacred and solemn.

Green vines and ripe stamens hang down from the pillars and domes after growing luxuriantly, like roses or wine next to a sharp sword. The originally sharp and oppressive momentum has a sense of stability and tranquility under the comfort of green plants.

The long and magnificent hall stretches to the end. Walking on the carpet covered with animal fur, you can reach the end with your eyes.

On the throne, the one-eyed old man said nothing.

Under the throne, a few unhappy-looking kids were covered in dust.

The blond man holding the square hammer had a black and blue eye. Judging from the area, it seemed that he had been punched by some bee that opened a portal randomly. Several strands of his blond hair, which was vertical to his shoulders, were torn out, and now became an uneven curtain of mud.

Next to him stood a dark-haired man who was younger than him. He was slender with broad shoulders, wearing a green robe with gold edges and metal shoulder pads, and a green cape of the same style as the blond man next to him - it was like this half a day ago.

Now, except for the black circles under his eyes, the man's clothes were cut with long and deep cuts: as if they were cut by a blind tailor with a pair of scissors or a sharp blade made of air flow.

He wasn't much better than just a black eye.

To the side, the dark-skinned man with golden armor and golden eyes had his two "pincer horns" extending upward from his head neatly cut off; and... maybe you can't tell. After all, dark skin won't show anything after being hit by a little fist.

Next to it...

It's the little bee lady who randomly opened the portal and the people who came here with her who are waiting...

A few strands of her messy hair hung on her face, and the lipstick she had just applied when she went out was smudged, leaving a small patch of red cheek along the right corner of her mouth; her forehead, nose tip, and chin were covered with a layer of dirt; the dusty girl had lost her shoes and was standing barefoot on a blanket made of animal fur. She secretly curled up her toes and scratched the animal fur, trying to clean her feet - the torn cuffs exposed her arms, and there were two or three small abrasions, but no bleeding.

At last…

It's her pitiful appearance.

The black-haired man in dark green clothes snorted arrogantly.

Why are you pretending to be pitiful?

Hypocritical.

——As if it wasn’t her who had just chopped all the way from the Rainbow Bridge to the Throne Room with two table knives.

Before the old man on the throne could speak, the blond man who could control thunder could not help but jump out. He turned sideways and looked down at Mori Yuesha, clenched a fist with one hand, and hammered hard on the breastplate twice.

The clanging sound of metal was very abrupt in the empty and quiet hall.

"You are a brave warrior!" he said excitedly, "A strong warrior deserves respect! I am Thor! Thor the God of Thunder! What's your name?"

"…Mori Tsukisa."

"Where are you from? What's the technique to make your body flash just now..."

"Oh, that's the Kame-sen-ryu. If your physical fitness exceeds that limit..."

The two of them chattered away, exchanging fighting techniques without paying any attention to the people around them.

The reckless blond muscular man didn't seem to be able to read people's expressions.

The old man on the throne had a darker and darker expression since he started talking. Then, the black-haired man next to him interrupted with a sarcastic tone.

"No one else can learn your skill of making father angry every time."

He should be Thor's brother? Even though his clothes were cut into sieves, the feminine man still maintained the arrogant attitude of an earthly noble, with his chin raised and his eyes contemptuous: "Lost Midgard wizard, reckless Asgardian prince, I am really worried about the sparks that will collide between the two of you."

Before Thor could speak, a small head suddenly popped out from the side of his strong waist and legs. The owner of the head stared at him, glared at him, then raised his little fist and clenched it.

'Beat you.'

The feminine man snorted and looked at the old man on the throne.

——Half a day ago, a reckless strong man came with a hammer shining with lightning and started a fight without saying a word; then, the man with golden eyes and dark skin also joined in—his name was Heimdall. Then, the fight intensified, clanging and banging from where Sen Yuesha landed all the way to the door of the hall.

During this period, people kept joining and leaving; except for Nagini who was already there, Imhotep, Ansuna, and Arrietty were all called out by Mori Yuesha - when the little elves jumped out of the cards, they had special small headphones hanging on their ears.

"Mori-chan! If you don't have anything special to do and you disturb my dungeon, then you—ah, enemy?! Guys, come on, ahh ...

"For Her Majesty the Queen!"

That's probably it.

The two old antiques on their honeymoon hadn't fought for a long time, so they were more excited when they started fighting. From the easiest small mechanical creatures to the fierce female guards, this time they had a great time.