Chapter 1059: Call Me Morgana

Archer, Tiamat, Elizabeth, and Lady Death continued to speak while he made tea for them until the Dragon Goddess grabbed the president's hand and commented with a knowing smile, "Liza, give me a tour of this place. I want to see everything."
The mature brunette's green eyes gleamed before she turned to him. "Are you joining me in bed once you're done here?"
Before Archer could answer, Lady Death teased in a hopeful voice, "Can I join?"
This made Elizabeth trip over her feet as she answered, "If the husband wants you to join, then I don't mind."
Following that, Tiamat dragged the president down a corridor, causing Archer to chuckle at their silliness. He turned to the pale-skinned beauty, who was staring at her with her deep black eyes.
"Why do you want to have sex so much? We've met twice, and I don't feel like rushing into things or getting used to them," Archer said while sipping hot tea. "I don't use women for sex even if they are the Grim Reaper."
Lady Death nodded before suggesting something, "Why do you take me on a date then? We can get to know each other better."
"Sounds good to me," he replied with a charming smile. "Where would you like to go?"
She thought briefly before answering, "Let's go to a London Pub; I fancy a beer and some food."
Archer was taken aback but shrugged while sending Elizabeth a message. He grabbed Lady Death's hand and opened a Gate to his home city. The duo stepped through and appeared in a dark alleyway.
Once they arrived, he turned to death, but she became an average human, causing Archer to disguise himself. He now had black hair and blue eyes, while Death had blonde hair with green eyes.
He was struck by her beauty when she smiled before speaking, "Call me Morgana if you like; it's easier than Lady Death."
Archer nodded in agreement as she commented, "You're gorgeous, Morg."
Morgana beamed when hearing this before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the alleyway, where they joined the busy crowd. They strolled through the bustling streets of London as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city.
The chatter of people and the hum of traffic filled the air while street vendors packed up their stalls for the evening. Morgana's cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, her dark eyes taking in the surroundings with a quiet intensity.
Archer walked beside her hand in hand as the fading light glinted off the buildings. "It's always so alive here," he remarked, glancing at her with a faint smile.
"Many people die in this city," Morgana revealed. "My Reapers collect many souls here."' He chuckled at her words as they neared the River Thames, the water shimmering in the fading light. "No surprise there," he said with a smirk. "London's huge-there's always something going down in this city."
Morgana waved and stopped walking as she spoke with a giggle, "Want to see something special?"
He nodded in agreement, watching as Morgana waved her hand. The modern streets of London began to shift before his eyes. Old buildings materialized, and the people around them transformed, now dressed in attire from centuries past.
what you want."
When hearing this, Morgana beamed before a staff member approached with a professional smile, "Hello, you two. How can the Flying Fish help you tonight?"
"Can we get two specials and four beers, please?" Archer asked after studying the menu.
The woman nodded before writing something down and heading back to the kitchen. After that, Morgana spoke in a low voice, "Do you see that group of three men? They will die on the way home; the one in white will crash their car."
Archer's eyes widened in surprise; he was at a loss for words. Just as he was about to respond, she said, "There's no point in helping them. Fate will catch up to them eventually. Haven't
you seen Final Destination?"
"Yes," he answered with a chuckle, "So there's no preventing your death in the end?"
Morgana nodded, "You're correct; when it's your time, you can do nothing. Unless a certain goddess plucks you from the Soul River."
Following that, the two continued speaking and getting to know each other. Morgana found his life on Thrylos fascinating and wanted to learn more about it, which Archer happily told
her.
When the woman found out he had loads of wives, she grinned before commenting, "Won't be so bad to add a Death God to your harem; some people and gods will envy you." "Doesn't sound so bad if I'm honest," Archer said with a charming smile. "But as I said before, I wanted to get to know you better, Morgana."
The Death God of Earth smiled before the waitress brought their food, which looked like a bunch of meat and some vegetables. Archer thanked the woman as she returned to the bar to
get their beer.
Morgana's stomach rumbled, causing him to laugh. Her face reddened as she complained, "I haven't eaten all day! Don't mock me."
Archer shook his head with a smile, "I'm not mocking you, Morg; I find it adorable."'
With that, the duo began their meal, Archer savoring every bite. Moments later, the woman
returned with their drinks, setting them down on the table. Morgana eagerly leaned in, taking a long sip before letting out a satisfied sigh of relief.
As they continued eating, their conversation drifted to everyday topics. Archer discovered
that Morgana was a carefree spirit who delighted in life's simple pleasures. Her lighthearted nature and enthusiasm for the little things fascinated him.
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