Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Ansuna suppressed her smile and half-knelt beside the sofa to persuade her: "Go back and rest if you are tired. You don't look well."

The latter nodded helplessly. She could still treat Nagini as an 'enemy' - of course now... But Ansuna has always been like a big sister, so it's hard for her to be cold to her.

"It's okay, don't worry. The meaning of our existence is to serve the master and do everything that can make the master happy." Ansuna curved her eyes and said gently: "Don't worry about whether it's impolite or not, Yuno."

After some reluctance, Ansuna finally pulled him back to the bedroom.

She really didn't recover...

pat.

The bedroom door closes.

The voice immediately changed its tone.

"Nagini has grown up."

Ansuna leaned against the wooden frame with her arms folded.

She knew why Nagini objected to being called 'Madam'.

"Do we have to divide them into "Madam No. 1" and "Madam No. 2" in the future? It's better to call them by their names from the beginning to save trouble in the future."

Without Yuno Agatsuma, Nagini glanced at the culprit who pretended to be deaf and dumb, and her tone became strange: "My dear master is not a 'mortal' who can be trapped by one or two girls."

Mori Yuesha: This noodles is so delicious.

"You made a great debut yesterday, didn't you?"

Mori Yuesha: Chicken soup is also delicious.

"Thank goodness the soundproofing is good..."

Mori Yuesha: Slurp, slurp.

"Otherwise, Yuno's voice..."

Mori Tsukisa: Ah - wonderful food, praise you! Flour!

While her 'student' was constantly showing off her jealousy, Mori Yuesha just kept eating hard.

This scene… I really miss it, hahaha.

Ansuna felt more and more that leaving yesterday was the right decision.

"Come to think of it, what happened yesterday?" She was curious, and her hands formed two circles of the same size: "Yes, how did..."

Well, everything has a first come first served order.

It's impossible for three people to tie for first place.

Who was the first to make the little rabbit pounding medicine?

"Ansuna...!"

Nagini pinched her sleeves and suddenly raised her voice: "Arrietty and Immorton haven't eaten yet."

You should find a good reason to change the subject. You clearly saw them when you were making lunch...Nagini.

Ansuna suddenly remembered the bet they made in the bedroom last night:

Arrietty: "I bet 10 million that this huge monster, Mori Yuesha, is definitely not a knight!"

'She is definitely a fine pedigree warhorse!'

Imhotep felt that it was not appropriate for him to interrupt the topic given his status.

Can…

He couldn't help it.

"Why do you think so? The witch has always been..."

Are you a happy troublemaker who never gives up?

At that time, Arrietty said: "Don't be fooled by her usual laughter. I bet - I dare to bet 10 million! 100 million! Bet my pocket money for next month! She will definitely...hahahaha!"

Imhotep: I'll bet a ruby ​​she's a knight.

Ansuna: ...

Please do not use the witch's property as a bargaining chip.

What’s even more interesting is that Hera’s answer is exactly the opposite.

"Based on the story of the 'whip' that Asa told before, the probability that Ms. Agatsuma Yuno is the 'warhorse' is very high. So Mr. Imhotun's answer should be correct: Asa is the knight."

Um...where's Nagini?

"You need a saddle to ride a horse."

Ansuna: ...

Your AI is a bit unlearned.

What is a saddle?

"Assist jockey."

Assistance…

"This is just a guesstimate of the probability at the beginning of a battle. I have calculated the energy levels of Ms. Asha and Ms. Nagini. If converted to the energy levels suitable for Ms. Agatsuma Yuno, this battle will probably be repeated four to six times."

"That is to say, the roles are not fixed."

"If you place a bet, you'd better state which round you're betting on."

Arrietty muttered, "You liked her so much, I thought you would stop us."

"If you're betting, take me with you."

Arrietty: ...

I just like sociable guys like you!

——I wonder if Nagini will regret getting up early to make breakfast for them.

Ansuna touched her belly.

Just...it's delicious.

Chapter 33 The other side of the landing

An island in Indonesia.

Landed, at the end of the passage, the pick-up point.

The middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked out of the passage empty-handed. As the landing point is not far from Bali, most tourists from all over the world choose the famous one, while Mr. George Romey's place is a little deserted.

This little-known city.

And, George Romey himself.

He only brought one card.

There are tens of millions of dollars in it.

What happened a few days ago, until he stepped into the airport hall wearing expensive and soft leather shoes, the middle-aged man still had the illusion that "Is he dreaming?"

The money that the man in sunglasses promised really arrived.

He actually flew here.

As the country is located near the equator, he felt a gust of hot wind blowing in his face as soon as he stepped off the plane. It was humid, hot, and the air was filled with a sticky and stuffy feeling.

He took off his suit and hung it in his arm, unbuttoned the second button of his shirt like a successful man, and stopped at the airport entrance to look around.

There are very few people here. The tourist attraction is next door. This place can only be regarded as a small island-type semi-city with a booming economy but nothing special. Let me come here…

It can't be human trafficking, right?

George Romy shook his head as he thought about it. Using the down payment of 10 million US dollars to traffic in human beings? When did he become so valuable?

Swipe the card, unscrew the bottle of mineral water, and drink it into your dry mouth in big gulps.

——The guy who could casually take out so much money was also the premise for George Romey to abide by the agreement. The man looked difficult to deal with, and since he could make a lot of money "peacefully", he had no interest in testing whether the other party had bullets in his gun.

George Romey tapped his watch. The exquisite and elegant dial was inlaid with diamonds, and the hands were ticking faithfully. The agreed time was not far away.

At this moment, a graceful figure pushed through the moving crowd and walked straight towards him.

George Romey narrowed his eyes.

——Five centimeter high heels, black stockings and a black miniskirt, formal ready-made clothes that are neither loose nor tight, and black hair tied up at the back of the head.

The amount of makeup is just right.

The slightly aloof young career lady walked straight through the crowd, clacking on her high heels, and stopped in front of George Romey.

She was like so many women the man had ever seen.

A rigid, boring, standardized expression; the deep blue pupils were shrouded in a layer of hazy mist, making it difficult to see the thoughts hidden behind the mist; every muscle on the face, every angle of the corners of the mouth, and when to raise or frown between the eyebrows -

These seem to have been through a lot of training.

Mass-produced, standardized women.

Just as she had guessed, just as she had judged, the woman's high heels stopped precisely within a range not too far from George Romy, not invading his private area and causing offence, but ensuring that her words could be heard clearly by the person on the other side.

She folded her hands, arched them in the shape of half an egg, and pressed them against her lower abdomen; there was no expression, no unnecessary movements.

"Mr. George Romey."

Her voice is just like her appearance, clear, cool, and steady, not harsh, nor as hoarse or low as that of a jazz singer.

A voice that is not easy to remember and is mostly the same as that of ordinary women.

"Mr. George Romey."

“Please follow me.” The woman looked at him. “I will be responsible for all necessary actions for you here.”

She led George out of the airport reception hall, her body position just level with the man. Not too far or too far behind, every step she took seemed to be calculated. Even and light.

"what do I need to do?"

This woman was the first person George Romy saw besides the man in sunglasses. He collected the money, left the country, boarded the plane, and landed - doing it didn't mean he wasn't curious.

The other party has spent so much money and may spend more in the future. What does he want from me?

The woman turned her face to the side and turned her eyes to the man on the left.

"enjoy."

"…I'm sorry, what did you say?"

She finally smiled for the first time since we met—not warmly, but enough to express friendliness. The corners of her mouth were raised two or three degrees, and her eyes were slightly widened to show sincerity.

She said, “As long as you don’t leave this island.”

The airport's sensor doors slid open left and right.

“You can do whatever you want.”

A black Bentley was waiting at the door. The woman opened the door and turned to look at George Romey.

"Of course, I'm included in 'everything'."

Her smile widened a little more.

This is all so weird.

also…

So cool.

George Romey relaxed his shoulders, handed over the suit, and sat down casually.

"what's your name?"

"Mary, Mr. Romy."

The driver was a man in his thirties, with a buzz cut and a few words. He didn't say a word after the car left the airport and entered the main road.