Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Now it seems that some of it will inevitably be wasted.

Looking at the man with a face full of regret, Arrietty muttered: "Her Majesty the Queen doesn't even think about asking that mean mother to save you..."

"I just want to hang out with Nagini..."

That’s right, Mori Yuesa didn’t mention this.

"Mori Yuesa should have her own ideas." L is open-minded. Since the day he was adopted by Du, he has never been afraid of death. It's just...

I feel somewhat unwilling.

If I had more time...

"She probably thinks it's better for a guy like me to die."

L smiled. "Even so, it's enough to complete most of the cases sent to us."

While the adult and the child were talking, Mori Yuesa came out of the bathroom wearing a suspender skirt and with wet hair.

The sound of water splashing under feet.

"Mr. Prince thinks too much of people. I don't want you to die."

Hot steam seeped out from the crack in the door.

The girl, wearing a towel, jumped onto the sofa and crossed her legs.

"As expected, I still love taking a bath the most." Mori Yuesha sneezed and rubbed her nose: "If you want Mr. Prince to die, I will wait for twenty-three days before going to the Death Realm."

She looked at L, her eyes rolling. "The source of the Death Note has been destroyed, so Prince-san's life and death are now half and half."

"The next time I come to this world, it will be the prize-giving part!"

The brave man in the suspender skirt was excited: "Arrietty, do you want to make a bet? I bet Mr. Prince will be alive next time I come!"

Is it really okay to gamble with my life?

Why do I feel like you've been wanting to do this for a long time?

"You have no sense of fun at all."

Arrietty pondered...Yes, if the source of the Death Note was destroyed, would the people previously written in the book still die?

"That depends on the mechanism." L thought for a moment: "If writing a name is like planting a time bomb, then even if the person who installed the bomb dies, the bomb will still explode; if it is a remote-controlled bomb..."

It's safe.

Which one is it, Death Note.

"I bet a pair of Dior kittens that he can survive!"

"I'll bet a truckload of snack packs of equal value that he's dead!"

"make a deal!"

L: …

You two, master and servant, are gambling with my life right in front of me?

Nagini brought in the tea and glared at Arrietty.

I knew you would be led away by Mori Yuesha.

"Add some heat."

"Thank you."

L looked at Nagini who bent down and gently poured her tea...

The maid is still more reliable.

No, it should be said that she is the only one who is normal.

During the time they have been together, apart from the mysterious Mori Yuesa, it is this caring and gentle woman who has left the deepest impression on L.

In some ways, she was even more comprehensive than Du thought.

A steady and mature maid.

"Miss Nagini—"

The maid glanced at L, smiled and nodded, then moved horizontally to Mori Yuesha's side.

Holding the porcelain pot, with head bowed, she whispered, "I'll bet a Burberry hooded coat that he can survive - your size. If you win, it'll be yours."

She glanced at Sen Yuesha tenderly, then swayed her charming figure and slowly returned to the tea room.

L: …

You are the devil.

Arrietty: Hahahahahahaha the snake maid is a shitty gentle maid, she is insidious, jealous, and has a bad tongue!

Anyway, the suspender skirt hero opened a betting game on Mr. L's life and death, and the attendants were very enthusiastic in placing bets without even having to ask them to...

Except for her and Nagini, the remaining four bet that L would die.

Especially the little cookies.

Da da!

Those are some sorry odds, Detective.

"If you win, you have to give me half."

L's eyebrows drooped, and he squinted his eyes like dead fish as he looked at Mori Yuesha: "After all, I have to work very hard to survive and win money for you."

You are still short of money, great detective.

"I'm not lacking."

L deadpanned, "I lack an effective skill to kill you."

Chapter 140 Extra: Old Uncle and Young Aunt

"I have seen countless sunrises and sunsets,"

"On the earth,"

"The forests and mountains were bathed in light."

In the early morning, a gust of wind blew in through the window, bringing with it the smell of sunshine and earth. In the quiet and peaceful restaurant, a girl in wrinkled pajamas sat on the sofa, reading poetry with her legs crossed in an awkward manner.

There was dark wallpaper with blurred patterns, an extinguished fireplace, and a guitar that had been re-stringed but not cut standing in the corner.

There was a clanging noise in the kitchen.

The girl yawned, looked towards the kitchen, and read aloud even louder.

"On the sea, the clouds have a blood-orange hue."

"The full moon is like a silver coin, and the new moon is like a goose feather."

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

Ding Ding Dangdang ...

"I have felt the gale from Antarctica,"

"I have felt the gentle breeze like the breath of my lover."

Look at the kitchen.

no response.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

Ding Ding Dangdang ...

"I smell the bitter salt and deathly smell of rotting seaweed on the sea breeze;"

"A mountain breeze that carries the scent of the rich soil of the forest and the fragrance of thousands of flowers."

No movement.

The girl with the bob haircut was a little annoyed, holding the book in her hand and yelling:

"Ah! I love you! Just like your big hands caressing my back and the hollows of my legs!"

puff…!!

cough cough cough...

Finally there was a response.

make persistent efforts.

"Ah! I love you! Just like your slightly prickly stubble rubbing against my smooth and clean-shaven—"

Snap.

Plates and bowls clashed and the man roared.

“Matilda!!”

The girl smiled wickedly, her voice still serious: "What are you doing? I'm reciting poetry. As promised, I will read poetry in the morning. Leon, do you understand poetry?"

"I don't believe that this kind of thing can be written in poetry."

Tsk tsk.

Matilda turned a page: "Your cold eyes and lips are like frozen mountains floating on the water. When I approach, I feel a burning pain - ah! My chest -"

The man was helpless.

"What have you learned?"

"Is this a normal... phenomenon?" Matilda curled her toes. "Touching very cold ice will cause you to feel heat and tingling. Leon, you need to read some books."

You know I'm not talking about books, and I know you're not talking about books.

"Who told you to ignore me?"

A head with a small mess and an apron popped out of the kitchen. The old man gave up helplessly: "I'm busy. You said you wanted to eat pudding today."

"Did I say that?"

You said.

"When did I say that?"

You yesterday——

Leon glared at her, said nothing, and retreated back to the kitchen.

The girl kicked her legs with joy on the sofa.

The "kitchen and the man" that was in chaos a few days ago has now become "the kitchen and its perfect chef". I have to say that Leon learns things very quickly, or... is it simply because he wants to take care of Matilda?

A soft, creamy pudding was served, and besides that, there was the usual toast, eggs, sausages and a pot of tea.

"How about we go to Switzerland next month?"

Leon prepared breakfast, set the tableware, poured tea, and nodded in agreement: "You can go wherever you want." He paused with his knife and fork: "Do we... have any money left?"

Matilda rolled her eyes.

Leon, you really have no sense for numbers.

"Do you know how much money Mori Yuesha gave us?" Matilda counted on her fingers, "Enough for us to buy several buildings."

"Oh, that's good too."

"So!" The girl lifted her hair and leaned forward: "So! Stop being so frugal like a homeless person!!"

Lyon just can't change this problem.

The suddenly rich girl wanted to experience a luxurious life, at least... first class and luxury goods, and a big manor, right? But the old man didn't let her buy anything, saying that those were "unnecessary."

what!

What is necessary?