Marvel Book of Magical Events

The time difference between Oxfordshire and Latvinia is only one hour. Dinah followed the marks on the schedule that had already calculated the time difference, led the team of armed maids through the corridor with movements accurate to the second, and then went through the secret security check alone to enter the master's house. Room. The master bedroom is not just a bedroom and bathroom, but one giant room with a small living room. This was an idea put forward by the owner of this manor when he was renovating and expanding it. Compared with facilities such as laser anti-aircraft guns, underground hangars, underground garages and nuclear explosion shelters, the problem of expanding the original rooms only exists. It’s just about how to reinforce and maintain the Gothic decoration style in the manor. It doesn’t take an hour to come up with the design plan and circuit layout.

Dinah walked into the small living room lightly, and skillfully placed the portable firearm in the arsenal in the living room. Then she boiled the teapot she had prepared the night before, brewed three cups of black tea, and opened the tray with the small At the oak door connecting the living room, she used her high heels to gently move the gray short-haired cat that was trying to squeeze in with her, and then she entered the real bedroom. The two extremely beautiful tall women on the exquisite giant four-poster bed were still immersed in sleep. The thin silk blanket as smooth as water poured down from the witch's back. A little morning light shining into the room through the gaps in the curtains made their skin almost Translucent, they obviously haven't fully recovered from fatigue.

The owner of the manor opened his eyes from the moment Dinah entered the bedroom.

He carefully pulled out his arm from the witch's embrace, and stood beside the bed with the lightness of a ghost without waking anyone up. This action seemed to be unconventional for a man over two meters tall like him. And, after all, his body control and stealth skills training can be regarded as one of the many lessons in the past.

He took the teacup handed over by Dinah, drank the scalding hot tea in one gulp, then took the white bath towel and staggered into the bathroom to wash up. The android maid is no longer surprised by the scene where the master and the witch don't wear clothes. She has to watch it every morning. Sometimes the marathon pleasure of the master and the witch will continue into the morning, so she has to go through a long period of wait. After everyone gets up, she is also responsible for washing all the bed linens to ensure that no traces of the previous night's pleasure are left behind, ensuring that the owner can continue to enjoy themselves the next night without having to deal with a pile of unwashed sheets. worry.

The sound of the Cheshire Cat scratching at the door is quite annoying, and no one knows why this cat has such a rough voice. Before Dinah could open the door and scold the ungrateful cat, the witch woke up because of the scratching on the door and the sound of water in the bathroom. Bayonetta woke up first, but Joan of Arc was still greedy for the soft bed as always, immersed in sweet dreams and unwilling to wake up. "Today's schedule?" Bayonetta didn't see Dinah but still asked, because she knew that Dinah must have put on her maid's dress, brought a gun and a dagger and was waiting at the end of the bed, "Can he be with us today? Lunch and dinner?”

"Only dinner." Dinah tiptoed and handed over hot black tea. Apart from the Praetorian Guards, she was the only one who knew the highly confidential information of all the Emperor's schedules. "In half an hour, the master will go to Kama Taj."

"I know." Bayonetta sat up against the pillow and stretched like a big cat. Sometimes Dinah would seem a little inferior when facing her, because the witch's figure is so good. This kind of unnatural beauty cannot be compared to even the carefully crafted beauty of an android. Most people are very embarrassed when they see the witch. Is it possible to be dizzy with their beauty? There may be factors from extradimensional forces, but that's not all. The witch determined the entire day's flow in the manor in the blink of an eye, "Prepare breakfast, remember to reheat Joan of Arc's portion. Where is Milia, how was her sleep last night?"

"Very good." Dinah took out a data pad and called up Milia's sleep data. "Except for waking up once at two o'clock in the morning, deep sleep takes up 50% of the time. Miss Milia will be in good spirits today. I will arrange corresponding exercise courses, including .22 pistol shooting training and swordsmanship. Training and Painting Appreciation.”

"There is also adaptive training for demonic weapons." Bayonetta said without waiting for Dinah to object, "No matter how your master objects, Milia's education rights are always in my hands. Last time Milia's adaptation results are pretty good and she can continue. She will eventually become a witch. How can she be called a witch if she can't use demonic weapons?"

"I object." Salomon wiped his long hair with an absorbent towel and stepped on the carpet with moisture all over his body. After Bayonetta became visibly angry, he turned back and used a small spell to dry the carpet, making it dry and pliable. "The power of the Absolute Obsidian has been reduced to a dangerous level. If it continues to decrease, it is very likely that it will not be able to maintain Milia's form in the material universe, just like when I was a child."

"Do you still have the holy cloth?"

"Except for the part reserved for the shirt, yes."

"Then make her a monk uniform." Bayonetta waved her hand. "She should receive more rigorous training instead of training with you using a toy sponge sword. You have given her too much pampering. , if she doesn’t know how to contain the pain of her injuries, she will never learn to fight.”

"There is no harm in training with a sponge toy sword now. After all, the most important thing in close combat is distance judgment, and she still needs to practice. But you have the final say. I believe you can ensure safety." Salomon raised his hands in surrender, and then A gentle kiss on Bayonetta's shoulder. The latter put his fingers into his wet hair and tightened it, forcing him to kiss her. It was not until three minutes later that the witch was slightly satisfied, and the panting Salomon straightened up and looked at the silent head maid beside him.

Dinah remained extremely calm. She had seen how powerful the witch was, and she would not assume that her master was under attack like she did before, and then immediately pull out a weapon to fight back. Perhaps the Imperial Guards would think so, but the emperor did not intend to let them be so close to his private life. The Imperial Guards handled official affairs, and the android maids handled private affairs. The two only cooperated in certain parts.

"How ready is my power armor? Is it ready for combat?"

"Hamurabi has completed his armor inspection and weapons inspection and is ready to be worn. Which set of armor do you plan to wear. Is it solid gold armor or portable armor?"

There is a set of mechanical arms hidden in the wall of the small living room, which are mainly used to assist in wearing power armor. Otherwise, just one armor plate requires two mortal servants to use their full strength, otherwise it may fall and smash the toe bones of ordinary people. . The moment the emperor woke up, the Praetorian Guard Hammurabi started working. Ammunition boxes prepared in advance were being sent to assault boats with preheated engines in batches, waiting for the emperor to board the plane at any time.

The special Pegasus-type assault transport boat has powerful firepower and shields, and will appear in the sky anywhere in the world at any time, leaving ruins all over the ground below. Some people think that the emperor is an out-and-out tyrant, but it is undeniable that many people are addicted to the methods and style of this ruler and are willing to submit, as if the tyrant's sword and gun will make them become As if they are indestructible, even though they know that is not the case.

But that won't happen today, because the emperor has already booked his trip.

"The portable armor is enough. I hate neural probes," the emperor said. "Have Hammurabi transport another set of armor to the assault transport craft to be prepared."

"Who are you going to kill today?"

"No one will be killed." The smile that was on his face a few seconds ago disappeared, and the emperor's expression turned cold. "At least no one will be killed today."

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