Marvel Book of Magical Events

When Lara Croft finally put on an outfit that she thought was less casual and less grand to attend the breakfast meeting, the witches had already left the manor owner and Millia at the table, and brought their own clothes with them. The red-haired witch and the mental patient went to the third parlor to have their usual morning wine. They will set off soon and rush to the art museum in the afternoon to meet Athena from New York, and then visit the exhibition of the famous postmodern painter Vanessa together. Lara Croft saw the owner of the manor putting food into the girl's mouth with a fork, while using a calm and precise tone to describe what she seemed to have heard. "Living chocolate amphibian creature, Milia." asked the manor owner, "What should you do?"

Miria struggled to swallow the beef that was too big. She thought hard about it, "Shoot it! It's better to cut it with a knife!"

"That's my good girl, don't forget whoever puts this stuff in their mouth, they deserve a bullet too."

"No parent in the world has ever guided their children to shoot a gun while reading the Harry Potter series!" Lara Croft couldn't help pouting. This angle of interpretation is so absurd that it can even be said to have comedic effects. "This is a story about love, isn't it?"

"I think in Texas, children under 10 years old generally read this story with .22 caliber ammunition. Children over 10 years old use .9mm caliber ammunition, and older people use .40 and .45 caliber ammunition. Calibers should gradually increase Only in this way can weak wrist failures be avoided while protecting the bones and ligaments that have not yet fully developed.”

"No, I mean... forget it." While waiting for the maid to bring the food to the table, Lara Croft secretly looked at the tall man sitting in the main seat with the corner of her eye. Somehow, she felt that the man seemed to be closer to her today, maybe because he had more human expressions on his face. "You know magic yourself, why do you have to remind Milia to be careful about magic? Are you going to shoot the fairy godmother when you are telling Cinderella?"

"If the Fairy Godmother is a bald black man with purple eyeshadow, there's no health hazard in shooting a sheet covered in vomit from a galactic hangover."

"Jokes like this are inappropriate for a child like Millia," Lara Croft pointed out. "It would make her a person full of hatred and discrimination."

"Believe me, this is very appropriate." He looked at Laura curiously, "You don't think Milia is my child, do you? She is very special, that's why I adopted her. She is possessed by her grandfather. The child of a woman born to her father is doomed to a bloody future, and I want her to be prepared before that happens."

Lara Croft was stunned for a moment, she couldn't understand that sentence in a short time.

"ha?"

"The reason why I guided her to do this is because witchcraft is far more dangerous than guns. Milia's talent far exceeds that of most of the mystics of Karma Taj, second only to me, Bayonetta, and Joan of Arc. And Wanda. Even I would not abuse extradimensional energy. No one should abuse this energy, and no one should delve into such dangerous knowledge. Some simple knowledge will help Miria build up her awareness of abuse. Witchcraft." He took out a business card from his wallet without letting it float out of the open wallet like in the novel. "This is an antique broker and appraisal expert that I know. If you are interested in going to Boston, you can meet her. Then you will know all the information about this child."

"Are you setting up a puzzle for me?" Under Winston's disapproving gaze, Lara Croft took the business card with fingers stained with bacon grease, "Anna Hellstrom ? Weird last name, what kind of irresponsible hippie parent would name a kid Hellstorm?"

"This is her blood relative, Anna Helström. They have the same blood flowing through them. The genes of murderers and psychopaths have shaped their flesh and blood, and the devil's nightmares have kneaded their souls." He pointed at Mi Leah, without hesitation, revealed part of the mystery. His words were so ruthless that the archaeologist looked at the girl in horror, fearing that the girl would react to such a terrible evaluation.

"This appraisal expert has the same problem as Milia. Magical talent is not something to be envied, but a complete curse. Talent develops from the most basic senses and pushes the senses to the extreme, so the more powerful the talent is The more sensitive a person's heart is, the more fragile their nerves become, until their talent exceeds a certain threshold or they learn how to control it."

Lara Croft looked at the little girl sitting quietly on his lap. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The owner of the manor was not as kind as her father Richard Crawford. Although he should be given no less love, she could see the impact of the strict training and dogma that did not belong to this age. Fortunately, Melia didn't look like a patient with the so-called neurosensitive symptoms he said, but this made Lara Croft start to worry about the girl's intelligence level and brain development.

"Sounds like a superpower. Does she have superpowers?"

"Superpowers are actually specific manifestations of the use of extradimensional energy, and all the paranormal phenomena you see are related to them. If you see my eyes emitting heat vision, it is only because I am showing you this ability, It doesn't mean that I only have this skill." He laughed, "Milia will become a new generation of witch in the future. Her bloodline allows her to sign a contract and control extradimensional spirits. She has this talent."

"You want to take advantage of this kid?"

"This is the only way she can go, Laura, otherwise she will face a future more terrifying than death. Not everyone has the freedom to choose their own future. Everyone must bear their own responsibilities. The so-called choices are just Just choose between bad and worse." He knocked on the table, "You can choose to go to the London Art Exhibition with the witches today, and then talk about history with my adoptive mother. I mentioned your name to her. , she admires your work. Believe me, it will be very rewarding if you make this choice. You can of course keep pestering me until I am willing to tell you all about Miria, but you know I don't If you know how to speak, you are just wasting your time.”

"Your adoptive mother is not an ordinary person, right?" Lara Croft seemed to have some ideas. She believed that if the man in front of her had an adoptive mother, then the way he raised Milia should have come from that adoptive mother. "No one I know in this manor is an ordinary person. Either a witch who has lived for hundreds of years or a crazy prophet. Now even a seemingly ordinary child has extraordinary talents. Are there any ordinary people around you? ?"

"The last time someone asked me who my adoptive mother was, I told him that I had just fed my adoptive mother a bale of grass that morning and that she had a beard... Yes, she is not an ordinary person. You have many secrets about this world. You can get the answer from her, provided she is willing to tell you. I think this is very possible, she has always liked adventurers with heroic qualities."

"What about you?" As soon as she asked, she saw the man beckoning for the maid and handing Milia on his lap to Dinah. Lara Croft thought she would see an old woman with white hair, but after following the witch off the plane and taking a limousine to the hotel, she discovered that she was terribly wrong.