Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"One who craves adventure."

“Maybe there will be a chance in the future…”

Laura suddenly bent over and moved closer, her nose touching Mori Yuesha's face.

The innocent and passionate girl stared at her intently with her dark brown pupils.

"There will always be opportunities for us to have adventures together."

Nagini watched and sneered.

——The adventure you are talking about had better not be in bed.

So close...

Don't touch my Master's face with your calloused hands...

"Then, if this time..."

"It will be difficult this time." They rubbed their noses together, but suddenly it felt too intimate. The woman tilted her slightly red cheek and stole a glance at Nagini.

"If you can finish the journey in two days, maybe I can talk to the captain."

Laura straightened up and touched her lips inconspicuously.

In two days...

Definitely not.

I still have to play in the manor for a while, there are so many little monkeys and children to play with...

It was totally out of sync with what should have been a parallel relationship. Mori Yuesa pouted in frustration and said, "Then I'll do it next time. Eriri met someone as interesting as Sister Laura, but she didn't tell me anything when she came back."

Isn't that a matter of course?

Laura thought with a smile.

A graceful girl holding her chin and gazing at somewhere affectionately - if someone who can draw such a picture says that he doesn't like the character in the painting, only a fool would believe it.

What she painted was a real person, not an imaginary face.

The Spencer kid.

The thoughts are clear.

Interesting, Mori Yuesha doesn’t know yet?

or…

The child himself doesn't know?

Could it be true, as the rumors say, that the Spencer family's branch...

look up.

The manor is within sight.

Chapter86 Like is explosion

The owner of the manor gave Laura a bad feeling.

It’s hard to explain, it’s just an instinctive aversion - human beings are life-oriented animals, and normal people mostly like thriving trees, happy and warm families, smiles on their faces, and an easy and free life.

Simply put: positive.

Avoidance and disgust are even simpler.

negative.

Normal people would not like to live in the same room with corpses, mosquitoes, flies, maggots, and foul odors.

This is instinctive.

Now Lara Croft's instinct was humming, like a small alarm clock stuck in her brain counting down the seconds, ticking closer and closer to the final noisy noise zone.

no problem.

There was nothing wrong with Mr. George Romey. He was energetic, enthusiastic, even a little too enthusiastic; his body language showed strong confidence, his hair was combed meticulously, and his back was straight.

no problem.

But Lara Croft instinctively felt disgust and fear...

This feeling saved her countless times. She couldn't directly drag Mori Yuesha and Nagini, the master and servant, into that unpredictable world. She could only be patient and wait for the social event to end.

She had made up her mind to persuade the master and servants to leave the manor as soon as possible.

Just find a reason.

Better yet, stay away from this island.

A keen sixth sense, or, as they call her...

"Contact"

Lara Croft put on a social smile, and believe me, she was as skilled at making this expression as those she practiced in her daily life.

"It's been a bumpy ride, you really should enjoy yourself in my manor."

George Romy bowed and nodded gracefully towards Mori Yuesha, and because she looked the youngest, she was naturally considered a child - the youthfulness of oriental faces is a cliché.

"We have received quite a few tourists this month. Their restless adventurous nature is reflected in their young, plump and juicy..." George paused, "In short, they are all great guys and girls."

Laura showed what she thought was a hearty smile, but she found that there were some meat shreds stuck in the man's teeth.

A scruffy fellow with empty wealth.

Although she hated those walking, arrogant dogmas, as a British, Miss Crawford still unconsciously had some bad habits of looking down on others.

such as…

Like exposing a man who is secretly wearing women's clothes at home, he likes to embarrass people in front of them.

She gave a sign.

"You should see their mirrors, which are perfectly worthy of your wealth and position - in addition to the bathroom, there are also several in the corridor and the dining room."

"If you want to maintain your dignity, you have to spend some time."

The conversation really cooled.

"Feel sorry?"

After all, George Romey was not worthy of his name, and he simply couldn't understand the woman's roundabout way of talking.

"…this lady?"

"She said there are pieces of meat between your teeth." Mori Yuesha raised her hands high. She loved to do such things that offended others. "Here, the front teeth, and the back... Open your mouth and I'll show you..."

Nagini clenched her fists in pain, yet managed to maintain a perfect smile on her face.

What kind of aristocratic maid instruction? The old housekeeper that Eriri found was useless. Mori Tsukisa didn't need this kind of maid at all - what she needed was a maid with a revolver on her thigh, a steel wire wrapped around her waist, and a dagger stuck in her arm.

Seeing that something was not right, he stabbed the other person to death with a knife before the embarrassment or prank could happen.

Mr. George seemed to be confused. He leaned forward, tilted his ear and asked again: "Little guy, what did you say?"

"I said there's a pink piece of flesh stuck between your two front teeth!!"

Put your hands together to make a small trumpet.

"Shred pork! Shredded pork! Mr. Big Gap Teeth."

In George Romy's ears, the first half of this sentence was just a vague gibberish...

But he understood what they were saying.

He covered his mouth with his right hand and smiled apologetically.

"I can't help but enjoy every meal Carol prepares... Excuse me first - Carol? This is Mori Yuesha, Laura and Nagini, passengers, please take care of them for me."

The butler, who was slightly older than the master, or looked older, walked over quickly.

She bowed slightly: "Excuse me."

The sun gradually retreated from the island but had not yet been taken over by Ms. Moon. The cocktail party was already prepared and was about to begin.

The housekeeper hurriedly led them to the top floor. Not wanting to change their clothes, the three women put down their luggage, which was not much to begin with, and went downstairs.

Just in time to meet the owner of the manor who had just changed into a suit.

meet again.

Mr. George Romey.

"Big gap, have you finished picking your teeth?"

Nagini: ...

Sooner or later you will be killed by your mouth and empty brain.

He stopped her and wanted to go up to her to educate her on the benefits of dental floss and mouthwash and the problems that using toothpicks can cause - he pulled her collar hard, and Laura understood and went up to start socializing.

Hey.

Without me, how do you two, master and servant, usually live and communicate with others?

As expected, the triangle is the most stable.

"Come on, kid, and the two ladies. To be honest," the man said sincerely, "to be honest, you are the three most beautiful tourists I have ever seen."

"Thank you, you are a true gentleman."

Laura has seen a lot of cocktail parties and stormy events. The shadow of George Romy gradually merges with some beastly scum in the woman's mind...

Eyes are the windows to the soul.

Why is this window only open to our necks?

All the way to the main hall, most of the questions asked during the casual conversation were superficial and not very relevant even if they were asked out loud.

For example: 'Where are you from? ', 'Do you like adventure when you choose this place? ' and...

'You didn't tell your family or friends?'

Mori Yuesha handled it very well.

all…

Tell everyone everything without leaving out a single detail.

"Japan?"

George was surprised: "It's a beautiful country, I like it there."

Nagini pulled the corners of her mouth and raised a smile that was not quite a smile: "Like it? Your way of expressing your love is to blow it up?"

Choked.

How can we chat today?

Laura: ...You and Mori Yuesha are truly worthy of being master and servant.

Nagini doesn't care who bombs whom, she is not from this world.

She was just on guard. Following the barely perceptible breeze caused by the man's body swaying, the maid smelled...

Human blood.

On George Romy.

Fresh, possibly just-cooled human blood.

He was covered in it.

"It's just a harmless joke. I know what you mean, Ms. Nagini. I also hate war and human greed. That's why..." The man began to repeat his fake sincerity: "That's why I came here, to this place far away from prosperity and even very backward."

"People are simple and kind, and I can give them a better future."

Yes, it’s great. I want to go eat some cake.

Mori Yuesha impatiently stretched out her index finger and pointed at the row of tables in the main hall, pulling left and right.