Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

As if something had succeeded, the girl stared straight at the wall...

The corners of the mouth grinned strangely with an extremely exaggerated range.

Feeling the squeeze from her back, she twirled her hair that smelled like Senyue Yarn——

Put it in your mouth.

Chapter 203 Chapter 1 Egypt

In the first half of the [-]th century, Cairo, Egypt, was filled with dust and dust.

The camels stepped on the dry land, raising dust and the sound of camel bells.Pedestrians wearing headscarves and white or blue sandals walked slowly through the market.

A woman hidden under a black hood sat cautiously in front of the booth. The old cloth head was spread out into an irregular square, and there were many hand-woven trinkets.

The air smelled of animal hair and feces. Some passers-by walked with frowning brows, while others were leisurely. White people, black people, and yellow people were mixed in the dim sky.

If you distinguish carefully, you can find out which ones are permanent residents who have been staying for a long time and which ones are 'outsiders' who have just arrived.

For example, those well-dressed Yankees, with their women or men on their arms, walked around the market, stopped at the stalls from time to time, gesticulated, curiously asked the price, and bought generously. The next few, to please their female companions.

For example, those noble ladies who frown and keep fanning their hands in an attempt to disperse the all-pervasive sand, and the young ladies who cover their mouths and noses, are uncomfortable but still insist on looking around.

These are gringos who have just arrived.

And those who have lived here for a long time have long been indifferent to this, letting the yellow sand blow away, passing by with a straight face and no expression.

Nasham, who is in his 40s, is still running his own family business, a small newsstand, and has lived in this terrible city for decades. He has witnessed the decline and prosperity of Cairo.

After propping up the small tent above the head and propping up the wooden slats, Nasham spread stacks of thick newspapers that still smelled of ink on the wooden boards, then sat down in the chair, leaning on the cushions, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The sound of passing footsteps was mixed with gravel, and the copper bell was hung on the camel's chin, and there was a stench of fishy smell and dryness as it walked.

Damn gringos, damn war.

Chachacha, chachacha.

The sound of boot soles rubbing against the ears.

"Hello?"

Nasham rubbed his eyes with his fat fingers, and a neat black body came into view impatiently.

The emerald green nails are slender and sharp, forming a perfect arc at the top. It seems that the owner of these hands is very young and also pays attention to maintaining his attractive parts.

The smooth nail surface touched the newspaper, and across the layers, the pale fingers searched, and finally stopped at a certain title.

Upwards, the girl is wearing a bowler straw hat, her black hair is tilted down, and the wind is blowing against her small, velvet-like pink ears.

A pair of slightly drooping eyes were full of tenderness and whispering, and small moles of tears were dotted at the end of the eyes. The face that should have been soft and slightly indifferent was instantly ignited by this charming maroon.

As soon as the sand blew, the wind spread across the girl's face like a wind.

so gorgeous.

Nasham couldn't help but think of his wife's appearance when she was young—maybe not as good as this girl, but the kind of tenderness of deep love and watery attachment to him is just like the first time he saw her.

Is this the princess of which country is traveling?

Nasham, who has sold newspapers here for many years, has only recently seen more and more gringos.And today, this one is the most beautiful and youngest one ever.

The girl held the brim of her hat with her left hand, her gentleness remained in her casual words.

"Hello?"

"Hello, miss." Nasham sat up with his stomach outstretched. He hesitated for two seconds, and finally stood up from the comfortable recliner, dusted off the sand that fell on his body, and tried to put on a polite look. .

Normally, he would never do this.

"I want this one."

The girl's drooping eyes were occasionally covered by curled eyelashes. With clean and bright pupils and a slightly flushed face, Nasham could tell at a glance that this girl was definitely not over the top.

However, the girl who hasn't arrived yet, has she developed so well?

Nasham looked down, and because the booth blocked his view, he could only see the position above the waist.

Oh…

Already more developed than the woman in the NO.17 street tavern who amazed the audience by relying on 'big'.

The sun god is on!What kind of excellent bloodline can produce such an elegant and beautiful person who is not lacking in charm and enchantment?

If this girl had been born thousands of years ago, Ramses would have willingly given everything she had by relying on the enormous arrogance that looked down on all living beings in front of her.

When Nasham was swimming in his fantasy, the girl blinked and looked at him strangely.

"gentlemen?"

"Oh...oh!" Nasham nodded, his fat trembling on his face, he said a price, and after the girl handed it to him, he respectfully took it with both hands.

As for why he took it with respectful hands, Nasham himself didn't know, this girl gave him a particularly weird pressure——

It was like the feeling of those dark police skins staring at me when I was arrested for fighting half a year ago.

Sudden natural stress.

The difference is that the pressure the latter puts on itself comes from violence, from the batons and guns that cause pain.

The former is those clear eyes like a lake and a sea.

"Please take it."

Nasham moved away the bad wood, took out the top newspaper stack and handed it to the girl.

The other party didn't leave, unfolded the newspaper, and read the newspaper silently with the sunshine through the small shed he built.

Nashm had good eyes and could see the page the girl was reading.

"The Killing of the Far Eastern Tiger!"

"Army from the east has landed on Zhengdao!"

"The Rising Sun Flag has been broken!"

"Sakura transplanting project, the fall of the home island?"

"Oh, welcome to the great Far Easterners!"

Looking at it, the girl suddenly raised the lip line, which made Nasham, who was paying attention to all this, couldn't help laughing.It's really hard to imagine what an alluring and noble picture this lady will be if she grows up to be 20 years old.

Nashm had nothing to say: "This is the latest."

In this line of work, you can get access to the latest news every day. When talking about war and state affairs, Nasham seems to be in the right place.

"In my opinion, that country is already very polite." Nasham said with a full face of disgust: "It is arrogance and paranoia that ruined them."

The golden sunlight gently floated on the girl's black hair. She listened to Nasham's eloquent talk, and occasionally hummed softly as a promise.

"The Far East... is really a mysterious country." Nasham sighed: "It only took half a year to enter the final battle on the island."

"That's what they deserve." The girl answered suddenly, and Nasham was taken aback by her bright eyes.

"Yes, yes..." Nasham continued intermittently in a daze: "However, the civilians living on that island country are very pitiful..."

The girl's casual eyes suddenly became indifferent. She rolled the newspaper into strips, and Nasham did not understand the emotion in her tone.

"what is the relationship."

"Isn't that a very reasonable thing?"

The girl nodded to Nasham while holding on to her straw hat, and left the booth with the newspaper.

Yellow sand rolled up the corners of her skirt.

Chapter 204 Chapter 2 The legend in the book

The Museum of Egyptian Antiquities.

The National Museum of Egypt, opened in 1902.

Of course, the locals generally call it the "Museum of the Pharaohs".

This museum has been sitting on the banks of the Nile River for a long time, listening to the majestic sound of the mother river day and night, faithfully recording the changes that have taken place in this ancient country in the world for thousands of years.

The wall of the museum is yellowish, and the stone statue of Hathor, the goddess of fertility with long horns, hangs on the arched main entrance. There are lotus flowers, which respectively symbolize the north and south of ancient Egypt.

Above the doorway are Greek inscriptions and Greco-Roman sculptures, and the large dome is a unique religious style.

There is also a metal carving of a scarab on the wall at the entrance of the main entrance, which is the logo of the museum.

"Hi Forest."

The woman's long chestnut hair was tied behind her head. She wore round old-fashioned glasses and held a history book. She looked like a literary girl and greeted the girl who came in.

"Hi, Eve."

Sen Yuesha took off the domed straw hat and hung it on the pharaoh statue next to the door. The newspapers rolled into barrels were scattered and thrown on the table.

There was a musty smell in the air.

"The newspaper you asked for."

Evelyn thanked her, her eyes continued to immerse in the pages of the book: "How much have you learned?"

——This 'Miss Forest' came to work in the library two months ago. Before that, the only librarian in this museum was herself.

And when she saw this girl for the first time, she was lazily leaning on the bookshelf, holding a copy of "An Elementary Explanation of Ancient Egyptian Language".

'Hey, listen to the curator, are you proficient in ancient Egyptian? '

'Can you teach me? '

The long black hair wrapped around the girl's small face, and Evelyn nodded mysteriously.

So, the librarian changed from one to two.

——Although Evelyn is very curious about how this girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old persuaded the mean and serious museum curator.

"How much have you learned..."

Sen Yuesha squeezed a biscuit on the table and stuffed it into her mouth: "Hello?"

The intonation in ancient Egyptian pronunciation is very strange, but the girl picks it up very quickly.

"In another one or two months, I have nothing to teach you." Evelyn closed the book, found the designated place and put it in. She turned her head and looked at the girl who was eating a biscuit.

"You learn too fast, Sen. I still recommend you to go to that university. It's a pity that you don't go to school."