Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

So, the tycoon who was robbed in his dream thought of him.

If someone could enter my daughter's dream and see, is there any chance that it could... work?

Cobb had never encountered such a commission before.

He repeatedly confirmed with Saito: "What you mean is: let me lead the team into your daughter's dream, find her, and tell her: Miss, you should get up?"

Saito deadpanned, "I'm not kidding you."

"I'm not kidding you, Mr. Saito." Cobb frowned: "This is a field I have never been exposed to. I am just a dream stealer who has studied dreams. I can't guarantee that if there is any problem..."

Will you shoot me?

This probability seems quite high.

Saito suddenly brought up another topic: "There are many things that the doctor cannot be sure of. The only thing he can guarantee is that the longer this situation lasts, the lower the probability that my daughter will wake up. I thought about it, Mr. Cobb. You seem..."

"Can't go home?"

Cobb looked up suddenly.

"You also said that I investigated you." Saito relaxed his shoulders, sat back on the sofa, crossed his hands, and crossed his legs: "I don't know how capable this lady you asked for help is. But I dare to promise: as long as you do this, I can let you go home safely and realize your wish to be a good father."

"I have the ability to do that."

Chapter 194 The Centipede King tries to take over a new job

Cobb stared at Mori Yuesha for a while, who was still painting her oil painting as if nothing had happened.

Indeed, with Miles as a relationship, Mori Yuesha said she could bring him back...

But I didn't say that I could help him solve his own problems.

His identity is black.

Without the help of people like Saito, how could a young mage fight against secular authority?

not to mention…

This wizard's head doesn't look quite right...yet.

"Let me think about it."

Cobb is not an inexperienced youngster. Mori Yuesha came all the way to save his and Arthur's lives, but he turned around and agreed to cooperate with others - he is not a fool. Whatever he does next, he must discuss it with Mori Yuesha.

"I need time to study—"

"Take it Jack, it sounds interesting."

Mori Yuesa put down her pen and turned around on the swivel chair.

A beautiful oriental girl was left on the drawing board.

"First of all, my name is Cobb, Dom Cobb, not Jack. And, Mori Yuesha," Cobb lowered his voice, although it had no effect at all in this room: "I think we need to talk alone. Alone."

"No, it's quite interesting. If we fail, don't we still have the Imperius Curse?" Mori Yuesha said, "That's it, how about letting me take the lead in the dream this time? I seem to have forgotten to tell you that Miles taught me this."

She reached into her pocket...

Hey, why is my totem gone?

"Throw it away, Master. That thing cannot be used as a totem."

"Why did you throw my little pink egg?"

"You still know that's a little pink egg."

"Why do you——"

Saito was dissatisfied. "Ladies, I will not joke about my daughter's life. You'd better give me a safe and feasible plan."

"If you fail, I can put your daughter's soul in a small bottle and give it to you as an apology. How about that?"

Morizuki Sa said while holding her chin.

Saito stood up from the sofa, his patience exhausted, and sullenly said, "I don't have time to joke with a young lady like you. Cobb, I'll give you two days to think about it." The man tightened his facial muscles, and the lines on his face, which were not soft to begin with, suddenly became sharper. "I hope you can make the right decision."

He pushed aside the bodyguards aggressively and stomped his leather shoes heavily on the carpet.

click -

Click.

The door won't open.

It wasn't locked. There was just a thin layer of frost on the brass door handle.

The air around me was cold. My toes, calves, and thighs. Before my fingers and nose could feel the coolness, the air I inhaled into my lungs seemed to be mixed with mint, and a slight tingling sensation spread along my respiratory tract to my organs...

Saito turned around.

He saw strings of crystal clear icicles on the ceiling - the half-finished bottle of wine had already frozen solid. The carpet had become as hard as black frozen soil, and the heels of his leather shoes made a clacking sound when he stepped on it.

The dark red wallpaper with gold patterns on the wall was covered with a layer of fluffy white frost.

The house is placed in the snow, and the humans exposed to the snowflakes are wearing autumn clothes.

Saito shuddered.

Click!

Load and aim.

Countless guns were pointed at Mori Yuesa and the helpless Cobb.

"I said we need to discuss it... I don't have the final say..."

The middle-aged dream stealer rubbed his left face which was frozen and painful, and exchanged glances with Nagini - in every world, no matter who it was, anyone who stayed around Mori Yuesha for a long time would have an inexplicable emotion.

Sympathy for Nagini

Miss Maid, you have worked so hard.

Cobb pulled the blanket off Arthur and covered himself with it, then curled up in the armchair to watch the show. He had realized from the moment Jigsaw died that he had no decision-making power. If he wanted to go home, he had to wait until this crazy girl had had enough fun...

A moment of silence for you, Mr. Saito.

The psychological activities of the two men are similar, but the other party's people are not so relaxed - bodyguards, secretaries, armed or unarmed, no one would have thought that such a magical scene would appear in real life: Saito's experience is magical enough, and now it is not a dream.

Click.

In the quiet space, the trigger sound is very abrupt.

The one with weaker psychological endurance pulled the trigger.

Of course, nothing happened.

——Forget about the trigger, the primer has probably turned into a small ice cube.

"who are you?"

"I find you all very interesting, as if you would recognize me if I told you who I am." Two loose fabrics revealed half of the milky-colored calves, swaying. "I am a planeswalker, living in Tokyo, nicknamed Shibuya Centipede King, the Lone Wolf in the Night."

The second half of the sentence is unnecessary, master.

Saito's expression was weird.

——It’s like a hideous monster suddenly jumps out of the closet in the middle of the night, then, with its boundless magical power, it politely closes the closet door, turns around and tells you a joke…

"I'm serious."

Saito didn't know whether Shibuya was a serious person or not, but the little she-wolf in front of him who had frozen the room was definitely not a serious person.

The man rubbed his temple painfully and sat back on the sofa. "Tell me, what do you want... Master?"

"Your daughter."

"Take back your tai-chan remarks." Nagini finally couldn't help it. If she let Mori Tsukisa continue, she didn't know how far the topic would go. These people were almost frozen to death. She would first let a rabbit spirit who fantasized about becoming the centipede queen thaw the room and comfort those frightened strong men holding pistols...

Negotiate with Saito again.

Anyway, I appealed to the tycoon's emotions (threats), reasoned with him (there was nothing you could do), and persuaded him in a friendly and cordial manner (you could only bear it): Your daughter is lying there anyway, so why not let my master have some fun with her? Maybe she will die.

When you die, your soul can be taken out and you can carry it with you.

"When you have worked all day and are tired of the intrigues; when you are exhausted and standing on the busy streets; when you miss your deceased wife and feel heartbroken and regretful - why don't you take your daughter out of your pocket and take a look? She is flying around in the bottle."

Mori Yuesha said that what you said was quite rude.

Nagini said she just repeated and simplified what she wanted to say.

All in all, you don't have much choice Mr. Saito.

"...I guess so." Saito tilted his head and held the bottle of red wine in his hand to observe it carefully - the bottle was thawed, and there were still small pieces of red ice floating on the surface of the wine. He checked the label on the back of the bottle, tasted the flavor, and examined the structure of the bottle.

He knows this brand of wine too well.

So, it really wasn’t a dream.

Cobb sneezed, rubbed his nose and interrupted: "...Believe me, Mr. Saito. A few days ago, this child appeared in front of me riding a dragon - there are always some things in this world that we don't understand. About your daughter... Well, if there is really another way, I don't think you would be so hasty as to ask a dream stealer to be a doctor."

Indeed, more than a year.

With his financial resources, he could support his daughter for hundreds of years, but if he continues like this... there's a chance she won't wake up again...

"I... need time to think about it."

He glanced at the excited girl and said the same thing as Cobb.

Chapter 195 The Sleeping Girl

The energy tycoon didn't have long to consider, thirty-five hours and twenty-three minutes - this time was used to search for traces of Mori Yuesha.

result…

On this planet.

No, there is no such person as Mori Yuesha.

There is no Mori Yuesha, and even less Nagini.

These two women seemed to appear out of nowhere, with no past or future. No records, no fingerprint files, no movement tracks—the first place they appeared was Elm Street, and the information sent by the subordinates showed that they seemed to be there in the blink of an eye.

No travel records.

This is also true when coming to this country.

Everything impossible is before our eyes.

“So, there are a lot of people like you?”

Iffelsa Manor, main area. Saito led a few people inside.

He agreed to Mori Yuesha's request, but also put forward his own: he did not want his daughter's soul to be bottled. He hoped that after failure (if), Mori Yuesha would find a new body for his daughter - the man was not sure whether Mori Yuesha could do this kind of thing that often appeared in magic movies.

Imhotep said yes, but the person who could do it was not there.

Harry Potter.

A girl blessed by the gods. She can use the power of the Valkyrie awakened in this world to perform this absurd magic.

Thousands of years ago, Imhotep, who was favored by the sun god, also had such power.

Now...

He can't use magic.

His spirit was sleeping. He would probably not wake up—and if he did, he would probably kill himself, the traitor who had changed sides.

"People like me? In this world... there are quite a lot of them." Mori Yuesha was referring to wizards like Hermione: "Their power is not that great. I am special."

"You can't use yourself as a yardstick, Miss Mage." Saito felt heavy in his heart.

He was different from all mortals who first learned that there were supernatural powers in the world. His first reaction was fear - fear of whether ordinary humans were still the rulers of this world.

For people like him in the top class, what they fear most is the change of ruling power.