Marvel Book of Magical Events

"What do I gain?"

“Withdrawal Bill.”

The woman remained calm. The air in the room was warm and moist, but he could not observe the water vapor breathing from the cold glass window near the woman, so that Mycroft Holmes had to speculate whether the woman was still alive.

"The Prime Minister's advisers will come up with a bill that will satisfy many people and the EU will agree to delay the Brexit timetable."

Mycroft Holmes memorized every clue this woman revealed. Although the cover-up cannot be ruled out, it points out the direction for the investigation. The woman didn't seem to be worried at all that he would open an investigation, because with the experience of the Bulgarian, many people who were exposed to related events would understand what the price would be - this is also the reason why many NATO countries do not want to go to war with the Yugoslav Federation, because the other party has the ability. Erase the entire government agencies and financial system - in a system saturated with extreme egoism, power is just a means to obtain money. The health of the system has nothing to do with the individual. Everyone who holds power is scrambling to take advantage of it. They are afraid that their own interests will be taken away by others.

"This is what you will gain. Sir Holmes, the only stain on your illustrious career will be wiped away, and no one will think you are no longer reliable."

The woman appeared as suddenly as she disappeared.

When the subordinate skipped the formal procedures and sent the confidential documents to Mycroft Holmes' residence, and handed them to the woman through the latter's hands, not long after he just moved his eyes away, there was only an aging man left in the house. The housekeeper. "Sir?" The old butler held a tray with a bottle of sherry and several exquisite glasses. "Where is the guest?"

"Poor Haji, old and slow, why haven't you retired yet?"

Mycroft Holmes said as he carefully looked around. His eyes passed over the gorgeous clock, and finally locked on the hunched old guy. "Sir Arnold Arbinson has left and you are late. But I am glad you brought my favorite sherry." He motioned to the butler to put the tray on the fireplace where the picture of the flame cycle was playing, and then Pour yourself and the butler a glass. It's just that he held the wine glass and didn't put it to his mouth until the butler began to enjoy his glass of wine. "Next time you entertain your guests, don't use such expensive wine. They don't deserve such delicious food. Arrange a helicopter for me. I want to go to Sherlingford Prison."

The secret prison of Schellingfoot is an isolated island far away from British civilized society. There is no way to reach it except by specific ships and helicopters that know the route. The reason why Mycroft Holmes was able to name Sherlingford Prison here is because that island does not exist on any charts or documents, and no one knows what he placed on that island. thing, he didn't have to worry about possible eavesdropping equipment finding targets based on this phrase, because even the name Sherlingford Prison was a deception. It was painful to have to seek help from a mentally ill patient with a super high IQ, especially since this dangerous mental patient was also his blood relative - but what made him even more painful was to admit that the man imprisoned in Schelling The blood relative in Ford Prison is much smarter than herself. If she gets enough clues, she might be able to get an answer - he must get the answer, otherwise there will be no British Empire on earth.

Mycroft Holmes felt that he heard the dry chuckle again, but he could not tell whether it was an auditory hallucination caused by being too nervous. "Did you hear it?" He looked around nervously again, but he heard nothing except the clicking sound of the clock. "Did you hear it?"

"What~" the old and deaf butler said in a longer tone, "You haven't enjoyed your dinner yet, Sir."

"Nothing." Mycroft Holmes took a deep breath. He had had enough of this torture, and he had to go to a place only he knew to feel safe. Now he just hoped that the phone call and Watson's itinerary had not been revealed, and that whatever business his brother Sherlock Holmes had to do, he should now return to England because the relaxation time was over. "Arrange the helicopter as soon as possible, I don't have much time." He said, "As for the food issue...the sandwiches downstairs are quite good, and I will buy some chips by the way."

When the drink order was served for the third time, the witch's eyes almost cut the skin.

This is not a metaphor, but a straightforward statement. For people with powerful talents, changing the physical properties of the material universe is an easy task. They don't even need to think about it deliberately, they can do it only subconsciously. The leather surface is the best example. Faced with the questioning from the telepathic call, the four cat claw-like marks forced Salomon to temporarily put down the thin wine list so that the jealous black-haired witch could see it. He did not conduct business during dinner.

"The work has been taken care of." He conveyed the message to the witch with a wink. Bayonetta immediately turned her eyes away, as if what happened just now had never happened, and just gently scratched his calf with her slender feet wrapped in black stockings and red-soled high heels under the table, as if to express something. Emotions she never expressed.

"It's really hard to choose between a remote home in the Alps or a ski resort in Belgium. But we can add one more option. Winters in the UK are so bad, so let's chase summer. What do you think about sunbathing? Da?"

"I'm looking forward to it." Wanda Maximoff licked her lips and enjoyed the ice cream dessert. "You also know that before you gave me that New York penthouse apartment, the farthest place I had ever been was the space station. Although It’s great, but it’s not a great place to vacation.”

"Laura? If you are willing to go to the southern hemisphere for vacation, I can have the golden retriever puppy sent to the vacation island I bought, where you can enjoy the warm winter without being disturbed by anyone. There are still Two fully armed Pegasus-type gunships and air defense arrays ensure safety and travel." An exceedingly large amount of ice cream desserts were placed in front of Salomon. As the person who reserved this restaurant, he can indeed satisfy his taste buds with desserts that are unbearable for ordinary people. "But I must warn you, that canine will be smarter than you think, and may have intelligence greater than that of a ten-year-old human child. In other words, it may be smarter than Milia."

"You can't say this in front of Milia, it will hurt her heart." Joan did not use telepathy to communicate, but used her own vocal cord vibration to convey the message. "Are you planning to do something dangerous by removing us from the northern hemisphere?" she asked with interest, "Do you still remember our agreement?"

Bayonetta calmly interrupted Jeanne. She had already guessed the reason why Salomon did this. There was no doubt that it was because the northern hemisphere was no longer safe. Some things are beyond control, but they are definitely not a problem in the secular world. Otherwise, the defense system of the manor can definitely resist for a long time until everyone is out of danger.

The only people who can make him take this seriously are Odin and Frigga who are still in Northern Europe.

"I guarantee there's enough there for you to kill, honey."

"Well, as long as I don't send a certain red-haired female spy to the island, I don't care about anything."

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