Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Right ...

Of course!

Who doesn't like money?

"That's why you joined the gambling game when you were at the peak of your career. Not only did you lose all your wealth, but you also took your partners to hell with you."

The warm sunlight began to lose its temperature.

"Your talent is gone, and you've left the industry."

The gentle tone hides the cold and eerie shadows of the trees.

"You beat your wife, vented your anger on her - and then tried to sell your 14-year-old daughter to someone who could give you a chance."

The branches pierced into his blood vessels, stealing the remaining warmth from his body.

"you failed."

Leather gloves flicked against fingertips, tapping against sunglasses.

"So, I can find you here."

"George Romey."

The man looked at him with pleasure: "A deal, praise for talent?" He seemed to like the dull expression of the homeless man in front of him.

Hold up a finger.

"Ten million."

He quickly and viciously retracted his fist after his gaze followed.

"Ten million, Romy." He spread out his palm and placed it in front of those eager eyes.

Nothing.

"Right here, Romy. Trade, what do you have to give?"

The homeless man's eyes followed the hand left and right.

Crouching in front of the possessed human on the street corner is a creature from hell - is it?

George Romey laughed.

Who… fucking cares?

As long as the tail swaying in the shadow of this devil is made of green money, who...

care?

As long as he has money, a career, a successful life, a wife, a mistress, a daughter or a son - it doesn't matter, he can have everything again - he lost the bet once, and the probability of winning this time has increased!

"very good…"

The man clapped his hands crisply. "Very good, George Romey. Ten million."

“It only takes a small sacrifice…”

"A small price to pay."

The word "Xiao Xiao" slipped between the man's lips, like a bad cat stepping on the black and white keys and taking an elegant walk in an empty piano room, falling from high notes to low notes.

It looks light and easy.

"Little...?" Romy repeated the word.

"Yes, little one." The man opened his windbreaker, took out a plane ticket from the inner pocket and handed it to him: "Pack yourself up, and go live here in a week."

He said, "Ten million does not require you to tear off the scalp of your divorced wife again; similarly, I am not interested in your daughter."

He leaned close to the tramp's ear, like Satan, who sells indulgence and desire to an angel:

"You lose the concept of 'flesh and blood.'"

"In exchange for 10 million."

“That’s the whole deal.”

"George Romey. Agree, or refuse?"

Unexpected.

The homeless don't understand...

Ten million, but it lacks the concept of 'flesh and blood'...?

How did he take it?

That concept... or something.

From where?

"Sir, I, I don't understand."

"About money, or about flesh and blood?"

"No... I don't know what 'lost' means..."

The man rubbed the leather wrapped around his hands politely, lowered his head and said, "You won't recognize them. Do you know what '——' is?"

He uttered a strange word that the tramp had never heard before.

"I, I don't know..."

Gloves paused, the corners of his mouth raised sarcastically: "I don't know either. This is what 'lost concepts' mean. You can't understand them. Mr. George, what is the most precious thing to you?"

It's about the concept of 'flesh and blood'.

Or... ten million?

"Just that?" The homeless man was suspicious: "I... I'm not filming a reality show, am I?"

"No one would joke about ten million, my dear, gifted child."

The man pulled the leather jacket closer and stood up.

The shadow extended along the leather boots up the wall, covering the crude red and yellow graffiti.

"Get there, get an identity, and live there, Romy."

"Someone will tell you how to complete the transaction."

"When you do it."

He smiled: "I will reward you with another 10 million. Okay?"

The tramp swore.

It's done!

Twenty million!

Don't even mention losing some weird 'concept'!

You can live your whole life without eating meat!

It's done!

"gentlemen!"

"Shh..."

The light blond hair raised his index finger: "Your ten million will be here in a moment."

"Don't worry, George."

He brushed off his leather jacket and was about to leave when he turned back as if he remembered something and said:

“Personal advice: Eat more meat before leaving.”

While you still know what they are.

Chapter 30 What I Wish For

“You eat meat.”

The chopsticks were picking up the clinking meat slices, which were greasy and dripping with sauce.

——Ansuna is well taken care of by Imhotep, Arrietty is a special model, and Nagini always serves her.

My wife Yuno doesn't need anyone to feed her.

From this perspective, the target of feeding is the dragon lying on the blanket far away from the table.

"Little cookies, little cookies!"

"what--"

Bai Long raised half of his eyes and glanced with disdain at his mother who was having fun at the table.

Ignore her.

Because she had just asked that question five minutes ago.

——'My son! Here's a piece of meat for you!'

——'Coo-coo! (Mom, here I come!)'

Ouch.

Push the chopsticks back.

Mori Yuesha: I’m going to eat you if you lied to me~

Cookie: ...

This is the second time, Mom, I can't find a single trace of kindness in you.

"Come on, come on! Cool down my peach juice!"

The dragon reluctantly put his head in front of the cup and spat out some ice. The goblin, whose face was greasy from eating, became more and more speechless: "Why bother my dragon when you can do something yourself?"

"First of all, that's my dragon."

"Secondly, if you don't use your child, it's the same as not having him."

What a heresy...besides, this child is not yours.

“I hatched it.”

Little Cookie nodded sincerely, indeed.

"Don't you know how to resist?" Arrietty was disappointed.

"Gu... (Why don't you resist)"

"She controls my finances, and I still have to top up my game."

"Gugugugu! (I want to eat some meat, too!)"

It always feels like a dust goblin and a pigeon are swearing at each other.

Nagini turned the meat over and put the ones that were roasted properly onto Mori Yuesha's plate.

"…What has Hera been up to lately?"

I haven't talked much during this period.

"On my end." Ansuna smiled and answered. Speaking of Hera, she was really helpful: "Register a company and adjust your travel itinerary. Hera suggested that we try to sell some high-value items and keep the gold for possible use in other worlds. Recently... she will probably buy a lot of things to put in the courtyard."

This should have been Nagini's job, but if the master was making a fuss, one servant would be too busy to handle it.

It's already very tiring just to serve her and meet her various strange requests.

"Oh." Mori Yuesha didn't think there was anything to buy: "Don't we have everything?"

"Actually not." Ansuna shook her head. "Leave these matters to me and Hera, don't worry. Nagini, what does the police want from you?"

Nagini was the first to tell Mori Yuesa about being taken out by Tojo Aoi after entering and leaving the police station. Ansuna asked about the second time - the men in uniform came to the door again in the past two days.

"It is said that they are looking for a cell phone." The maid filled her master's juice cup and said casually, "It seems that several girls died and I don't know who took their cell phones."