Marvel Book of Magical Events

"Loneliness is our greatest enemy, Wanda." Salomon said in a deep voice.

He stretched out his finger, and a piece of cream cake floated out from the portal and landed lightly on the tray. Then a piece of fruitcake, a piece of browning, and they filed out like train cars and danced onto their own little plates. Then there are candles in different colors and beautifully packaged candies. Flowers bloomed on the mottled walls, the rusted water pipes were polished smooth in an instant, the pale lights cast a warm dim yellow, and the fairy tale-like atmosphere filled the dilapidated cell.

He used illusion to construct a virtual fairy tale kingdom.

"But with the company of desserts, these are not a problem!" The mystic blinked playfully, and took a beautiful enamel ceramic teapot. It was the night before the Avengers had concluded their scouting, the scheduled attack date, and he hadn't discussed tomorrow's attack plan with the others. Even if His Holiness asked him to make sure the scepter was returned to Asgard, he wasn't going to take part in that dreary fight, it wasn't his fight. "There is no class today, you have learned what you should learn, and what you should not learn. Don't recite the spell, Wanda, now is the time to enjoy."

Wanda was very excited, she saw the hope of revenge. She will be face to face with the men who took her parents' lives, eye to eye.

However, what is more important and what makes Wanda feel more excited is that she sees a peaceful life after revenge beckoning to her.

With a goofy smile, she repeated her plan to open a clothing store and send her brother off to college. Or learn the craft of making cakes, it is not ruled out that these delicious foods brought her ideas. She said so, surrounded by desserts and candles, only Pietro himself was not interested. He poked the cream with a fork sleepily, and then pulled out the bitten cutlery from the mouth of the cream cake. The cycle went on and on, never stopping, until the cake made a faint scream, and he cut and ate it bored.

Ever since Wanda received the notification from Salomon that the Avengers were about to launch an attack here, she had been talking about the future for many days. Since he couldn't rush to the top of the castle and vent his excitement to the bright starry night sky, then his only option was to torture the food.

The cunning Brownie tried to bribe Pietro with a Dama cigarette from his stomach as a guarantee of freedom from pain, but the cigarette was quickly confiscated by the quick-sighted Salomon, who by the way gave Brownie The cakes were flattened on the plate—these sweets were commissioned by Salomon to be made by the Scotch Isaacsons in the apartment. For this reason, Salomon did not hesitate to double the size of the goblins, and made the elves in the alchemy laboratory All the poisonous mushroom juice was given to them, just so that they could make food that fit the human body. The cute goblins in floral dresses first danced together, then chattered for a while, and agreed to Salomon's request. From then on, all the cat fur dropped by the Cheshire cat will belong to Ai. Sara Goblins have it all. They plan to knit a few sweaters before winter, so as to survive this year's dangerous winter solstice.

The food made with fairy magic is not good at this point. The shape of the food is beautiful, but they like chaos just like the fairy, and they also like to cause chaos. Including the Hokkaido cheesecakes that are now pulling out the pistols made of cheese and shooting each other. Every time they shoot their own weight, they will lose a little bit. Although it means the end of their lives, they still have a lot of fun.

Salomon saw through the anxiety of the Maximov siblings.

Although the hope of revenge is ahead, how can they guarantee that they can complete this matter?

Dessert soothes their anxiety, trying to make them temporarily forget about the upcoming battle with pleasant sweetness.

"Will you join us against the Americans of the Avengers, teacher?" Wanda's question made Pietro prick up his ears. They were eager to hear an affirmative answer from their mentor, but to their disappointment, Salomon shook his head without hesitation. Wanda's expression became visibly depressed, as if sweet cakes were no longer attractive to girls.

"That's your battle, I have no right to intervene." Salomon did not fail to notice the change in their emotions, but he still whispered in his usual gentle tone, "I have more important things to do."

"What could be more satisfying than hitting the Americans?" Pietro asked puzzled.

"A lot. The world is big. There is not only one castle, one cell, and one country." Salomon looked into Pietro's eyes meaningfully. Although the Maximov siblings were much older than him, he always showed the ideas of older people. "The world is under threat, and the enemy will never stop their footsteps." He opened his hands, as if the vision of the Maximov brothers and sisters also expanded like this, "There is always something to kill, and there is always someone to save. Your revenge is nothing compared to the innocent lives that are about to be lost."

Wanda frowned. "That hurts, sir."

"Yes, but that is the truth. When you finish your revenge, you will face the real world," said the mystic. "Especially you, Wanda. The enemy is entangled with your fate, and you The challenges we face in the future are far more dire than those we face tomorrow."

"So tomorrow's revenge is easy?" Pietro asked.

"Yes. Go to bed after eating the cake." Salomon stood up from the chair, "Remember to brush your teeth."

"Remember to brush your teeth, and then take a good rest." After receiving an order, the boy sighed a long time. He went to the bathroom and cleaned his teeth as required, but he couldn't sleep because of the stinging pain from the freshly cleaned wound. Although only half a year has passed, the boy's growth rate is far faster than that of his peers, and so is his insight. A few minutes ago he was still breathing the scorching and poisonous air of an alien planet, hunting huge rays migrating in the red desert with his lightning spear, the next moment his prey was cut in two, and the foul-smelling blood And polluted sand sprinkled all over his body. The boy let out a low growl of dissatisfaction, until he saw his master, the anger of the prey being robbed instantly turned into joy.

"According to Earth's standard time, you have a battle tomorrow." Salomon gave him the order bluntly. The boy looked at him expectantly, and the mystic blinked, and a smile soon spread across his face. "Is the alien ray delicious?" He asked, "I found traces of your fire use, and the local people more than a hundred kilometers away even traded fish skin and seasoning with you."

"It's not very tasty. It's full of metabolites. It may be to reduce water evaporation. I got full marks in the biology class taught by Maya Hansen." The boy said with a smile. His voice was lower than it was half a year ago, and his short-shaven stubble was full of dust. "They are very enthusiastic, but the seasoning is not very suitable for ordinary people on earth." He added, "I didn't go to big cities, where outsiders are not welcome, and primitive people who only use gestures but can't speak can't enter."

"Given that your operation has not been completed yet, it's pretty good that you can achieve such a result in a week." The mystic took the fishbone spear made by the boy through trading and hunting and weighed it carefully, "Including your weapon, this A good throwing spear."

"I prefer bolters," the boy said sheepishly. "I took help, and it's nothing. Just put this race on the list of aliens who might co-exist with humans. I hope the list is long." Some."

"If they don't want to..."

"I know, I will kill them with my own hands."

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