Marvel Book of Magical Events

Stephanie fully agreed to the plan, one of the rare times when she directly agreed with Victor von Doom.

She understands the virtues of the white left best. After all, Columbia University, where she studied, gave birth to the Frankfurt School, the original prototype of the modern white left. As the head of the interior department, she has no way of wasting her clerks and administrative staff on meaningless things. Now Latovinia still has a lot of work to do, such as census, vaccination, distribution of translation equipment and Personal data terminals, setting up adult schools, building temporary houses, recruiting local people and cooperating with the Ministry of Military Affairs to form a legal department, carrying out public health construction, etc. The people responsible for handling these tasks are her and her subordinates. When she participated in the late-night meeting, one of her clerks had already died of overwork, and she did not even have time to sign the death notice. Even she had to hurry up. sleep.

This was the last document Salomon signed that day. From now on, liberals in the Balkans will experience the freest living environment in the world, which is the jungle law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest. The fighting ability of the leftists is so poor that if they are sent to the United States, they will not cause trouble to the authorities at all, because they do not even have the courage to commit crimes and only dare to sit in protest, hold up banners and make loud noises. If thrown on the African savannah, those who survived the cruel selection of nature can be taken to a training camp for genetically modified warriors for surgery. As long as they can step off the operating table, they will be able to pay for the ideals they betrayed. Make a contribution. The attitude of the Immortal City has always been not to waste any resources, even idiots can find uses for them.

The intelligence service served as his eyes, keeping an eye on the U.S. Atlantic aircraft carrier fleet sailing toward Europe.

Conflict takes time to brew, the fire of revenge is spreading, everything is ready, just waiting for the order to be issued. Today, Latvinia is in a state of exhaustion, and Salomon will not allow his allies to betray him at this time. After a short break, the war will be rekindled. According to the battle plan, this process will not last long - it is a brand new way of fighting, a fighting way common to the entire universe. History is a cycle. No matter how far science and technology develop, when both sides have protective means sufficient to withstand the other party's long-range strike force, strong individual combat capabilities and short-term contact methods will once again become factors that determine the direction of the war. Unless An epoch-making method of attack emerged. The reason why the Asgardians adopt this kind of combat method is because their force projection ability does not require long-range strike weapons, and they can directly attack the enemy's long-range strike weapon operators.

This is also Salomon's best combat method. Kamathaj's research on time gems and space gems has built an entire knowledge system. Coupled with the Supreme Mage's earnest teachings (actually throwing books to him and asking him to learn on his own), he He has been training his abilities since he was a child, relying on talent and hard work to become famous for his erudition and fighting ability in Kama Taj.

But before proceeding with the battle plan, Salomon still had some things to do of his own. Sixteen hours, this was the time he left for himself, and it was also the time left for others to prepare for the next stage.

Bayonetta slowly opened her eyes, opening her eyes in the morning light leaking from the gaps in the curtains. She sniffed, broke away from Jeanne's arms that were tightly held like an octopus, and turned to look at the tall figure sitting at the head of the bed. She did not express surprise at Salomon's size, because she had long known that Salomon had this ability, and the private games between the two had already given her a clear idea of ​​Salomon's ability.

"Your armor smells of blood," she said in a hoarse voice, "When will you return to the manor?"

"At three o'clock in the morning, there is an hour's time difference between Latvinia and Oxfordshire." Salomon held Bayonetta's arm and picked up a pillow to use as a cushion for her. Although her fingers were wrapped with alloys and machinery, the Witch obviously had no objection to this. Instead, she was surprised that Salomon could control the power armor so accurately. "I'm sorry I couldn't go home for dinner last night. I made myself a fried pork chop in the kitchen and prepared breakfast for today. I hope Dinah won't mind if I took her job."

"Are you just working in the study like this until now? Don't be so guilty. You have already said this. Joan of Arc and I didn't wait for you." The witch saw Salomon's mood at a glance, "But That girl and Lorna made a scene in the manor last night because they didn't see you. If you can't come back on time tonight, remember to record a video in advance. I don't dare to tell them that the guy who turned Europe upside down is You, their mischief talents are already strong enough and they don’t need to learn from you anymore.”

Salomon smiled knowingly when Bayonetta mistook his behavior the day before as mischief.

Only by being by the witch's side can he temporarily get rid of the career that is so heavy that it makes him breathless, and temporarily get rid of the servitude of responsibility. He knew that his actions would affect a large number of innocent people, and he also knew that he had to do this in order to save more lives, but this was not the reason why he could be numb to the loss of life. Every moment he was tortured on his soul, carrying the severe pain from his soul, moving forward without any regrets and holding his proud head high. The laurel crown given by Athena did not allow him to lower his head, and the Supreme Mage gave him The prophecy did not allow him to stop.

When the witch reached out and caressed his cheek, his frozen heart melted instantly like an ice cube under the scorching sun, and his steely soul was smelted into molten iron in the furnace, turning into hot tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. The snow-white curtain was draped over him, washing away the blood on the holy cloth, as if the air had become quiet. For a long time, he knelt in front of the bed and closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the warmth of the witch's palm. Silence.

He does not believe in gods, but the place where the witch is is his church, and only here can he repent. He could clearly feel that this body had become a prison, and the opportunities to dance with the one he loved would become less and less. Without the witch, he didn't know how far away from the definition of "human" he would be.

"Would you like a cup of hot tea?" she asked softly in Salomon's ear.

"Tea?" Jeanne opened her eyes drowsily, stretched out her nose like a small animal, and pointed at the teacup that exuded a sweet smell. Bayonetta could tell at a glance that her eyes were not used at all. Generally speaking, this time was still some distance from her wake-up time. She was like a sleepy child. Often when Salomon and Bayonetta were finishing breakfast and getting ready for morning exercises, Joan would rush into the restaurant with her messy white hair to eat and drink. Even after adopting the child or after little Lorna moved into the manor, she still did not change her bad living habits and tried her best to enjoy every moment of sweet sleep.

"Added honey." At this moment, Bayonetta has finished washing, with hot water vapor all over her body, and is putting on a homely black lace dress. Salomon left after bringing tea and breakfast. Joan could only smell the residual metallic smell in the air. Even so, she could still tell what was going on, because the only things in the manor with this smell were those Powered armor. "We are going to prepare for morning exercises." Bayonetta said, "Get up quickly, you also want to participate."

Jeanne stretched and glanced at the pair of high heels Bayonetta held in her hand, "Or tango?"

Salomon's other skills were learned from Kamathaj's library or from his adoptive mother Athena, but only dancing was taught by Bayonetta. Every witch is the best dancer in the world, and Bayonetta is the best among the witches. She captures Salomon's heart through dances and dance-like battles. "Tango, just one step away. But we don't mind Latin dance, he hasn't practiced Latin dance for a long time." Bayonetta narrowed her eyes with a smile, and Jeanne suddenly felt that the tea in her mouth became bland, "And we have to set an example for the kids."

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