Marvel Book of Magical Events

"Talk?"

The witch's black high-heeled shoes with red soles hung lightly on her toes wrapped in translucent black thin threads, swaying like a swing in the wind. Luxurious gemstone earrings and jewelry made of triangular pure gold sheets were hidden under her hair and swayed with her movements like high heels. Salomon nodded, and Hammurabi wisely left the brightly lit living room to prepare fuel and ammunition for tomorrow's flight, leaving space for the witch and his master. Dinah silently handed over the half-full wine glass so that the host could take a sip of the cold liquor to cheer up. Although it was unnecessary, Salomon accepted the maid's kindness.

"I saw the news, this is not your style."

The witch was holding a goblet, and her light gray eyes under her glasses shone in the light. It looked like she had drunk a lot.

Due to issues of education and habit, most of the wine cellars were expensive wines. Even if they were not professional tasters or wine connoisseurs, he and the witch still used them as a substitute for drinking water. In the foreseeable future, the same will happen to the children adopted by him and the witch, but at that time he will remind Milia to drink less. After all, she does not have a liver that is powerful enough to jump out and beat people like he and the witch.

"Melia was still asking you where you were before she fell asleep today." Bayonetta raised her eyebrows and handed her half-full glass to her partner in time after she drank a lot of strong liquor. "I also gave her a drink. I bought a glass of wine to reward her for her hard training today. Do you want to see her training records?"

"I'm sorry, I'll go check on her later. As for the training record - it's not necessary, I believe in the witch's training methods - I just hope she didn't drink too much. Now is not the age for heavy drinking. Her You still need to be mentally stable.”

Salomon sat next to the witch, threw away the Cheshire Cat lying on Bayonetta's lap, and then fell down very naturally. His breath made the witch's belly itch, but Bayonetta still endured the tingling feeling on her spine, her face remaining calm. Salomon is not overly concerned with Milia's training, because the witches are all good at using demonic weapons, and safety can be guaranteed. If the witches' behavior exceeded the tolerance limit of Karma Taj, they would not be enjoying life at the Oxfordshire manor now.

"I also didn't expect Victor to be so radical this time, which is not in line with his status as a bureaucrat. I thought he would send knights to attend the hearing to reserve a little leeway for Latovinia in the international community."

He noticed that the witch was only wearing garters under her black silk and gold-embroidered pajamas. Bayonetta also noticed this with teasing in her eyes. She knew very well that Salomon had understood her hint, just as he had understood it the day before, and she was looking forward to his performance tonight to her satisfaction as always.

"What now?" Bayonetta played with Salomon's long, smooth black hair, deftly using a few strands of hair around her ears to make a small braid, and then tied it around the back of her head. When not wearing a laurel wreath, she had the final say over the emperor's hairstyle. "This matter is not that easy to solve. You will have to work overtime for a while again."

"Just admit it bravely. Anyway, I don't care about international reputation. As if there is such a thing in Latvinia, there are many people in the world looking forward to my death." He was enjoying the witch's smile. Caressing and smelling the fragrant aroma emanating from Bayonetta's flesh, she closed her eyes and spoke slowly. "As long as you are strong enough, others will take the initiative to ignore the misfortune of the past and seek cooperation. What's more, Gideon Malik's performance has made the plutocrats in that circle realize the role of rejuvenation surgery. Rich people all over the world will hope to live ten more years. Year."

He held the witch's hand and kissed it gently, "This is something that money couldn't buy in the past. The politicians they manipulated naturally knew how to speak. Capital has no national boundaries, only talents do. It is the former who decides the stance, not the latter. The former's knees are not as hard as imagined. In order to increase assets, life is also a very important factor. My God of Love, don't worry about this kind of thing. It doesn't take long to solve this kind of problem. I No need to work overtime tomorrow."

"This time your words of courtship are very special." Bayonetta finally smiled. She felt that there were enough external topics to talk about in this manor today, and she planned to leave the matter of the two Moon Wolf Holy Swords (the sage's weapons) in the arsenal until breakfast tomorrow. Latovinia is not Salomon's main project, but the dangerous scientific research in the Eternal City is. Bayonetta doesn't intend to tell everything at once, as it will only make people feel irritated. "Jane is not asleep yet. We can continue the method we did last night. She is curious about what it feels like to be tied up."

"Give me ten minutes, I need something to eat. You won't believe it. My dinner time is completely occupied by documents. Qualified civil servants are so scarce." Salomon sat up suddenly, and Dai Na left the living room quietly and went to prepare the food that her master needed. When Salomon went to have dinner, she had to prepare the props that would be used later. He complained as he walked towards the restaurant, "Damn Victor, deliberately causing trouble for me..."

Complaints were complaints, but the next day he still stood in the castle of the Royal City of Latvinia and began to take over a lot of work. Although it is not shown to the public, anyone living in this city will feel the presence of the emperor. Even ordinary people without psychic talents can feel the light emanating from the royal castle, just like the air. Although invisible, we are aware of its existence.

In fact, if it were not for the safety of the people of Latvinia, the emperor would not deliberately untie his stigmata to release his essence. No one noticed him whenever he walked on the streets of cities and villages within the territory. Everyone will think of him as a passer-by rather than as some charismatic big shot. Regent Victor von Doom arranged many grand parades for the emperor to stabilize and calm people in places where ultra-nationalist conflicts were most intense. This itinerary was naturally opposed by Constantine, the commander of the Praetorian Guards, but the emperor still agreed with the regent's approach and did not learn the lessons of the earlier shooting in Sarajevo.

"They have seen the emperor, and they will surrender. But what happens after that?" Constantine asked, "When the common people find that the glorious man they surrendered to has been replaced by an inconspicuous and mediocre local governor, What will they think? The fanaticism will eventually dissipate, and the emperor needs a more solid foundation for rule, instead of being swayed around like a sign."

"How could I not know, Constantine?" Victor von Doom replied with a sly look, "He also knows the consequences of doing this, but this is how we save local famine, illiteracy and unemployment. There are few ways to quickly stabilize the situation before the measures are implemented. He also knows this, otherwise he would not agree to my arrangement. Commander, I suggest you pay more attention to Steve Rogers and his team. The informant discovered that they had recently been purchasing NATO caliber ammunition on the black market."

Constantine's response was rather cold. He held the halberd tightly, "I know that my informants have been monitoring them, but I must stand here and veto any actions that may cause danger to the emperor. I have the right to make suggestions to the emperor, this is mine Responsibilities.”

"If everything is thought according to the bodyguard's thinking, then the emperor can only stay in the Eternal City." Victor von Doom patted Constantine's arm armor, walked a few steps, and walked towards the emperor. The passage through the grand oak door of the office was left to the Commander of the Praetorian Guards. "You can make decisions for him, but only if he agrees to a certain resolution of yours. Now we need his ruling to settle the dispute between us, how about it?"

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