Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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"I don't like them, but at least in the case of Tomie, they didn't let this creature spread like a virus."

"I think that's 'indulgent'," Hera obviously disagreed.

Her database was filled with a lot of borrowed and collected (hackered) data. According to her own rating, Nagini's "not letting go" was not enough to do anything.

Slow, inefficient, and highly imprecise.

Wouldn't these humans just copy each other's strengths?

"That's the nature of being human, Hera." Nagini understood what the electronic lady was hinting at: "Humans are complicated."

"Any creature with advanced intelligence is complex, Nana. You can't explain everything by saying 'X is complex'."

Nagini went back to the kitchen, put the cutlery and dishes back in place, and untied her apron.

"It's up to you. I don't want to debate the superiority and inferiority of humans with an AI that likes to eavesdrop on people being intimate. Neither you nor I can be considered human. Let's leave this topic to others. What Asha means is... you should be able to guess it."

Mori Yuesha will never miss anything that suits her aesthetic taste.

"Of course, she likes Tomie and Harry."

'Harley... that clever little fellow is not bad.'

- In other words, Nagini was not very happy to let Tomie join the ranks of servants.

She is too dangerous.

"Can you tell me which of Asha's servants is not 'dangerous'?"

Hera's opinion is completely opposite to Nagini's.

"I kind of like that mean, vain, cold, vicious lady... Don't you think she's a good match for us?"

Nagini calculated the composition of Mori Yuesha's current servants:

A female warrior who has an extramarital affair and likes to chop people with a big axe at any time, and a three thousand year old green tea man who recently buried an island with yellow sand;

A group of goblins who like to cackle and dismember people bit by bit, and their leader is a greedy robber who likes to use a rapier to pick out people's eyeballs - not to mention the deputy, a certain Miss Hammer. In battles with her, most creatures' heads explode like rotten watermelons;

A cute little white dragon with round ears that can spray ice mist to freeze enemies to death but prefers to tear prey into pieces with its mouth;

A formless female electronic ghost who often gives bad advice to Mori Yuesa and other servants.

And...myself.

Nagini, the kind maid who only occasionally gets jealous.

The only conscience among the servants.

If we add a slut who likes to seduce strangers into the mix...

very nice.

A living example of the final villain in the story.

"Thank you for your inaccurate evaluation." Hera chuckled: "It seems that in your eyes, I am less threatening. I really want to know what those people you ate think after hearing your 'conclusion'."

Of course they are happy.

Nagini touched her belly and sneered: "I don't welcome her."

"Of course, you don't welcome any servants who are a threat to you. I think that in the beginning, Ansuna was able to gain your friendship, in addition to being a 'mentor' who gave you advice, a large part of the reason was because she had a husband."

"Here's a suggestion for you: try to get used to it as soon as possible."

Nagini didn't reply, but banged the drawer loudly.

——The noise was also deafening at number 4 Privet Drive, on the second floor of the Dursleys' residence.

Of course, it is a deafening sound that transcends time and space.

Because this is already the third day.

In Petunia Dursley's opinion, a young woman who didn't know what was good for her had been "staying" in their house for three days and had seduced her husband and son with her dirty means, so much so that she had tried many times to kick her out but failed.

"Damn it! Where's my pocket watch?!"

Mr. Vernon Dursley roared at his wife - because the 'guest' downstairs wanted to see his 'wealth', this fat, fat-bellied middle-class gentleman couldn't wait to go upstairs: the diamond pocket watch that Mori Yuesha gave to Harry was kept in this drawer after he took it for himself.

there's no more.

Moreover, my wife’s expression didn’t seem like she was not clear at all.

"I…"

Petunia Dursley's face flushed, she kicked the worn-out dartboard off the ground with one foot, and said to her husband with her chin up: "We have to make some money for the household!"

Well, home use.

Did you sell it?!

"Dudley...Dudley wants a new computer..."

His wife loves her son, so how could he not love him too? Vernon laughed, "We don't have money to buy him a new computer? My pocket watch, how much did you sell it for?"

A second-hand store is not a charity, Penny said a number, and the man became even angrier.

"Are you crazy?! Do you know how much that pocket watch is worth?"

The woman who knew she was in the wrong did not show weakness, but her voice became even stronger: "So what?! Why did you quarrel with me, huh? A girl who came from nowhere?! Vernon Dursley, are you crazy?"

She was responded with a slap.

It hit her left cheek right, making a crisp sound.

The two of them fell silent instantly.

Chapter 64 Bewitching

The dejected fat man and the thin woman with a swollen left cheek went downstairs.

Their guests were sitting on the sofa.

Dudley Dursley, the notorious little devil in the neighborhood, was serving her tea and water with a fawning look on his face, and tearing open the snacks that he usually couldn't bear to eat and giving them to her to taste.

What an interesting picture.

"I have to say, Miss Tomie. I really do own that diamond-studded pocket watch - I still remember the box and the logo clearly..." Vernon Dursley stiffened his neck, trying to convince the young woman who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa that he was not bragging.

“I really did have…”

But he was sold out by his foolish wife.

Thinking of this, Vernon turned back and glared at Petunia fiercely again. The woman shrank her neck: the slap just now made her a little scared. Her husband had never hit her before.

"That's because you never made a mistake before!"

Vernon Dursley vented his dissatisfaction.

——His wife is old and obviously not as pretty as the girl on the sofa; she is not very smart and is not as smart as Miss Tomie who has received higher education; and her figure...not to mention it.

Petunia Dursley was no longer fit to be a wife in every sense of the word.

"You'll teach Dudley to be as stupid as you are."

The black-haired woman on the sofa laughed when she heard this. Her sharp and mean voice pierced Petunia Dursley's heart again and again: "In my opinion, that little pig is already very stupid, Mr. Vernon. You seem to have some misunderstanding about your son. The only thing that makes him extraordinary is the pile of meat on his body."

The man smiled awkwardly, like a subordinate being lectured by his boss, scratching his head and saying obediently: "I need to think about it..."

"Hurry up, it's been three days, it's almost time to go."

Tomie yawned - even this yawn was extremely elegant.

Vernon and the Dudleys had the same idea.

"I'll be quick...um, Ms. Tomie..."

"Ok?"

"We still have...some savings..."

Tomie raised her hands and fiddled with them over and over again in front of her eyes: they were full of rings, some of which were given to Harley by Mori Yuesa, and some of which were Penny's stock over the years.

"Too little, Vernon. It seems that your family is not as rich as you say."

"The safe! There's a necklace in the safe!"

The man slapped his head and ran upstairs with his fat butt sticking out, while his wife screamed behind him: "Vernon! Are you crazy! That, that was the gift you gave me when we got married... Vernon! Bastard... You damn bastard..."

The woman's eyes seemed to be soaked in poison, and she turned around and stared at Tomie lying on the sofa.

She was sipping her tea slowly and leisurely.

"you this…"

"Look, Ms. Penny." Tomie smiled, "Am I right? These," she shook her arms and hands full of jewelry, clattering, "these, these valuable items can be easily given to me by your husband, but even if you sell one privately."

"One, but for my son."

"What is the result?"

Kawakami Tomie put down the teacup, her dark pupils hiding endless temptation and malice: "The result is that he beat you. Ms. Penny, I'm just an outsider. In your words, a shameless bitch. He can give me everything, but he doesn't care about his wife who has been by his side for many years."

"Is Vernon Dursley really a suitable husband?"

This crude tactic of provocation, which anyone could understand, was spreading its malice unscrupulously in the Dursleys' living room.

"I... I can't..." Petunia shook her head absentmindedly, her face becoming more and more swollen. As she backed away, her expression became more and more ferocious: "It's all because of you... It's all because of you! If it weren't for you, Vernon wouldn't have done this to me!"

Tomie let out a very provocative laugh.

"Is it."

It's not a question.

The woman tapped on the teacup with her long nails. The tinkling of the porcelain cup and the firm 'really' seemed to lift up a corner of the private life that Petunia Dursley had been hiding, and roughly lifted the fig leaf and threw it on the street to be burned by the scorching sun and the eyes of passers-by.

"Really?" Tomie repeated, looking at the boy standing there in a daze. "Dudley, do you like me?"

The boy nodded stupidly.

"But, your mother doesn't welcome me..."

"I want Tomie!!"

Dudley began to howl, "I want Tomie!" He sat on the ground, flailing his arms and legs, throwing everything he could at his mother, "I! Want! Tomie! To! Stay! Home!"

Plastic models, boxes of crayons, Mr. Vernon's lighter, a half-empty bottle of moisturizing lotion - Petunia Dursley just stood there and let her son throw things at her.

"Be good... be good Dudley, she's not a..."

"I don't care! I want Tomie!"

"Good boy Dudley, you've always wanted a new computer, and it's on the way..."

"I want it! Tomie!"

Her son's betrayal made Penny look at Tomie even more unfriendly.

After a while, the farce was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Vernon was jogging along with his bulging belly.

The belly enters the living room first, followed by the toes, thighs, neck, and finally the face.

"Ms. Tomie, look at this..."

The panting fat man actually took out the gift for his wife:

A sparkling diamond necklace that looks worth a fortune.

You know, Petunia Dursley herself usually doesn't want to wear it.

"Vernon!"

"Shut up!" The man yelled at his wife fiercely, then turned around and squeezed her fat again, smiling and flattering: "Do you like it?" When Tomie impatiently took the necklace, Vernon's face changed again and he began to brag: "There are too many of these things, if you like it, take it and wear it."

He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry. It's too late today. How about I take you around tomorrow? If you want to find Harley, I will grab her ears and hand her over to you tomorrow."

He carefully observed the woman's expression, fearing that she would show the slightest disappointment or dissatisfaction.

"Oh."