Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I am more than a 'servant'."

"She's not just 'your' host either."

One sentence after another.

Nagini glanced at the people who were still discussing the puppets enthusiastically, gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "You'd better keep this mentality forever, and when you see all the -"

However, our noble lady disdains this kind of "snitching" at all.

In her eyes, Nagini was just an unqualified lucky person who happened to enjoy the warmth of her master.

In the Malfoy family, such unqualified servants are not even qualified to sleep in a bed.

"Humph."

He turned his head proudly and ignored him completely.

Nagini: I want to tear her head off.

Rejoining the discussion, the issue of the puppet has been pushed by Mr. Miles to the point of "when will it arrive" and "why does the delivery from the magic world take so long"...

"One piece of bad news, one piece of good news."

Mori Yuesha propped up her chin and said, "The bad news is: Ms. Vivian is dead~"

"Good news? Her puppet-making technique was leaked before, and has long been imitated by other companies. Therefore, your puppet will definitely be available for purchase."

No matter how Miles hears it, these are two pieces of bad news...

Ms. Vivian?

Is he the owner of that shop?

"It's not important." Mori Yuesha fanned her hands: "Write down the model number, preferably with a photo, I will find someone to buy it later... Oh, I also bought a few beds that can move around by themselves, do you want them?"

Nagini thought to herself, don’t you think your house is haunted enough?

Why does an old man like him need a movable bed?

Mori Yuesa said seriously that it was because she was old that she needed her own help in getting into bed.

Miles felt that his tall image in Philippa's eyes could still be saved: "I just want to have two human-like dolls to play with the two children when I am busy... You know, there are no adults in the house except me. Mori Yuesha, you and Nagini will leave sooner or later..."

"No, there's no point in playing the victim." The rabbit spirit turned around and asked Philippa, "Your dear grandpa said he wanted to buy a few dolls to accompany you and James - hey... if you think he's talking nonsense, just take a breath - Miles, look at her breathing!"

Thank you, because my granddaughter is alive.

"You just want to use them to keep yourself company, old liar... There are so many young and pretty people in the university... "

Nagini held Mori Yuesha's face with one hand and smiled: "We should go to rest, Mr. Miles."

Miles smiled back: "...Indeed."

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……

Both Hermione and Draconian said goodbye to their families before leaving. They would probably spend Christmas at Mori Yuesha's house until they went back to pack the necessary things before school started - that's what the Grangers planned. And Narcissa told her daughter...

She would deliver everything she needed to the Slytherin common room, and when term started, she would go straight to school without having to go home. Such were the privileges of being a school governor.

As for why she did this, Draconi didn't ask any further questions.

Anyway, for her, it's a pleasure to be able to exercise her privileges.

The three little girls, wearing floppy little nightcaps, were led to the bedroom by Nagini - they even argued for a while about how to allocate the rooms.

Draconia: I don't want to sleep with a stinking parrot of impure blood.

Hermione: I don't want to be in the same room with that idiot Malfoy.

Mori Yuesha: I can do anything! I can do anything!

Nagini: ...

That being said, the two of them didn't want to sleep with Nagini.

"The bed... looks huge."

The eldest lady had something else in her words, and she looked at the three or four meter long bed in the bedroom thoughtfully.

"This is a strange environment, Mori Yuesa, you have to protect me." She puffed out her chest and raised her voice. With the crooked colorful nightcap and Mickey pajamas on her head, it looked funny no matter how you looked at it. "Who knows what will jump out in the middle of the night. Mother said that the Muggle world is not very safe. Since I am a guest in your home, you have the responsibility to protect me."

"What if I get kidnapped?"

Hermione wanted to spit in her face.

Which blind man would kidnap you?

"Why not kidnap you, Granger? The kidnapper needs your father to help him get a new front tooth? That's all you can do... eh... oh, I almost forgot. Maybe the kidnapper's son is preparing for a big exam and needs you to go home to teach his son? That's possible. Just sleep by yourself, okay? No one's missing you."

Hermione was too lazy to argue with her. She threw herself on the bed with her pillow in her arms, crossed her legs, and rolled to the innermost part of the bed.

"Stinky parrot! Mori Yuesa, look..."

No matter what you say, I just won't get up.

Hermione finally discovered that this was the best way to deal with the talkative nobles.

"By the way, we're going out for a trip tomorrow." Mori Yuesa said while taking off her clothes.

"Ah... this is too sudden. Traveling?" Hermione turned over.

"To be exact, I'm looking for someone. It's something Miles asked me to do before. Just follow me."

Chapter 185 An interesting game

drop.

tick...

Tick.

Why do people feel fear when they see the corpses of their own kind?

A few years ago, he and his "work partner" were involved in a war-torn country, where the evil in human nature was pulled out from the white and greasy intestines in broad daylight for him to see.

That kind of physical fear is not accurate.

Looking back, what are you afraid of? Even beginners will be afraid before going on stage to give a speech, but can "public speaking" be considered "scary"?

Cobb believes that this probably comes from the thoughts behind the events in his mind after receiving the images.

for example…

Not far in front of him, the upside-down body was still dripping with fresh blood, as if it had just thawed - how did he die?

Is his attacker here?

Right here? Not far from him, staring at him excitedly with bloodshot eyes through some hole or crack?

Why was he killed?

Own…

Will this be the outcome?

The body was hung upside down by the ankles, spinning slowly and weakly counterclockwise in midair. The thick hemp rope was tied to the iron beam above the head, and when it swayed from side to side, it made a sound like the friction of teeth - amplified a hundred times.

In Cobb's ears.

The hairs all over his body stood up.

The room was dimly lit, and my nostrils were filled with an indescribable pungent smell; the old-fashioned ceiling lights above my head flickered, and if I listened carefully, I could hear the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings.

My wrists hurt, my shoulders hurt, and my temples and brain hurt even more.

Like a needle prick.

At this time, the medicine that shouldn't exist in the body gradually lost its effect, and the man in the disheveled suit finally vaguely remembered something...

Arthur...

Arthur!

He struggled weakly for a few times, and the rusty chair legs scraped against the brick floor, making a long and harsh sound - just like a switch, the next second, the lights above his head lit up one by one.

Cobb dodged and squinted his eyes, slowly seeing where he was at the moment...

A factory?

No, to be exact, it's more like a small private factory of some eccentric inventor.

As his eyes moved up, down, left, and right, he gradually felt his weak limbs and...

Heavy shackles on the head.

Reaching out to touch it, it seemed to be a cast iron helmet. His mouth began to secrete saliva, his gums regained feeling, and his tongue still felt a little heavy - Cobb licked his lips, and a cold iron ruler-like object inserted into his mouth like a diverging ray, with the hook at the end firmly embedded in his flesh.

His mouth was locked shut by a huge, invisible steel mask.

My wallet is still there…my phone is still there…no, it can’t.

no signal.

Not far away, an old TV from the last era was emitting snow.

The sound flooded into his ears and brain all at once.

The effect of the medicine finally wore off completely.

Cobb wakes up.

blah-

Suddenly, the snowflakes jumped a few frames.

In front of the gray wall on the screen, the camera pointed at a strange puppet.

High cheekbones, red eyes.

The smile is creepy.

It didn't keep Cobb waiting for long.

"Hello, Cobb." The puppet's voice was deep and powerful. "I want to play a game with you."

it says.

"You and your partner have been wandering on the edge of people's hearts for years, stealing secrets and betraying consciences. Some companies have gone bankrupt because of your leaks, and some people have committed suicide because of your despicable means. When you were collecting a hefty commission, Cobb, you never thought about the fate of the people whose secrets you stole."

The puppet's mouth opened and closed, and every word it uttered represented what was happening in front of it...which was becoming more and more serious.

The other party understands him.

"Of course I know you, Cobb. You are a gifted thief, internationally famous. Unfortunately, because you could not face the darkness in your heart, you accidentally killed your wife and went into exile abroad."

"Over the years, you have been snatching money at all costs, just to find an opportunity to return home - to exchange gold coins for pardon. But at the same time, you have spent everything you got in a very short time. You are indulged in luxury and decadence all day long, and it seems that you are not willing to face or complete this goal you have set for a long time."

"You're a contradictory person, Cobb."

"I'm curious, how important are your two children to you?"

"How important is your life to you?"

A photo appeared on the screen.

Philippa and James.

Two children were standing on the beach, holding beige shovels and small sand buckets, with bright smiles on their faces.

"No…!"

"Don't touch my child, asshole!!"

"What on earth do you want?! Who hired you?!"

The puppets on television seem to have seen too much hysteria.

"I want to play a game with you, Cobb."

"The device on your head hooks your upper and lower jaws, and when the timer is up, your mouth is pulled open - imagine a bear trap in reverse, I guess you must have seen the old-fashioned ones on TV when you were a child."