Marvel Book of Magical Events

Compared with previous missions full of killing, blood and conspiracy, this mission is as quiet as a walk in the woods. This is both an adjective and a verb, but Wanda didn't understand Salomon's rhetorical joke for the first time—normally, no one would be able to understand such a very obscure joke until Wanda and Salomon began to use magic to communicate, and the thoughts and intentions passed to her were understood. Salomon said that he had never seen a spell that could achieve immortality through pottery and vitrification, but he could still figure out a few spells, and he told Wanda about those spells on the spot. After all, it was just an experimental spell, and even if it was cast, it would not cause any consequences. The scarlet magic power burst into bright sparks in Wanda's hands, which were snapped cleanly by the weeds she pinched.

"It's more like a curse." Wanda made a judgment.

"That's right, my apprentice. Just like the spell that turns a person into a pillar of salt, vitrification and ceramicization are more like curses. The witch cursed herself and Basabas, which can prove her attainment in black magic , but her spells don't match her actions. If she was that powerful, she would have killed the vampires she created thirty years before I came, which may prove that power is not her own." Salomon dug the ground and pulled out a yellowed werewolf skull from the shallow pit. After so many years, even the cursed flesh and blood have long since rotted and become a delicacy for the decomposers in the ground—a deadly delicacy. If there is enough light, Wanda can see the dead insect corpse next to the corpse. Insect corpses attract other insects, and the curse slowly spreads along the insect's thin feet and passages until it is completely exposed to sunlight and finally dies. But even without using the naked eye to observe, Wanda's sixth sense can still see the tiny traces of curses under the ground like a spider web, as if the sixth sense has become the first sense, replacing the naked eye to observe the world.

Salomon failed to purify the filthy flesh of the werewolf, resulting in no grass growing here. There were conspicuous slender scars on this skull, and the fangs scattered on the ground were even shattered like biscuit crumbs. "I should have punched it first, knocked out its teeth, and then stuck my long knife into its brain. Thank you Kama Taj for the hanging ring, it can be used not only as a magic weapon but also As a weapon, if it weren't for this, its teeth would have cut my skin." The mystic mage snorted a few times, trying to blow away the stagnant aura of corruption underground. He groped along the mandible with his fingers, and when he touched a break, he nodded in satisfaction, "I smashed its bones in the first place, no wonder it couldn't open its mouth to bite me at that time."

"Do you remember what happened then?"

"Yes." The mystic lowered his eyes, as if he smelled the bad breath full of corruption again, and saw the bloodshot, cloudy eyes like dirty glass. Blood and rage were his only gains during that time, and death and flames were gifts to this small town. "A total of fifty-six werewolves, twenty-two vampires about to degenerate into ghouls, two hundred and forty-four victims, tourists and locals, but not all. Constantly fighting those ghouls, as the source of blood, he gained the upper hand when facing those ghouls. The last non-human monster in Corinth Town was buried by me two hundred meters away from here. There hasn't been a single murder in Corinth since then. This hapless creature attacked me, so I covered up his body right there."

"You killed them all by yourself?"

"Basabas voluntarily died, which saved me a lot of energy." The mystic nodded, "That was my first official mission, and it took me a long time to clean up all the human-made things in the town. Eater." He dropped the shovel and held the skull, "Follow my spirit and explore, Wanda, please remember not to cross the line. We still have many corpses to dig up tonight, this is the fifth indivual."

The Cheshire cat came over and sniffed its owner's clothes. It looked at Salomon with its round cat eyes in disbelief, as if it was shocked by the smell of the mystic. Bayonetta also came over and sniffed. "Did you go play in the mud, Boy?" She rubbed the mystic's hair condescendingly, "Well, it looks like this. Can't the family solve your entertainment problem, and need you to toss and turn in the mud puddle? This That's something a Cheshire cat wouldn't do."

"It just scrapes the litter all over the floor."

"Ha! You are worse than the Cheshire Cat now. But don't try to change the subject, tell me what happened to the girl you brought back." Beunita carefully cleaned the hair between Salomon's hair with her fingers. Leaf debris and dust, while asking about the situation. She was wearing thin black tulle pajamas and black lace suspenders, her beautiful body looming with her movements. Salomon sighed—"Please remember not to cross the line." Despite his warning, the attraction of Sithorn's black magic to her was too strong, and the slimy and greasy spiritual undercurrent brought her Impulse, like standing on a tall building and looking down, she must always control her urge to jump down. At the same time, in order to prevent Wanda from doing anything, Salomon had to guard her strictly and keep an eye on her mental state. If something goes wrong, he will immediately withdraw, and by the way, bring Wanda's spirit back into her own body.

However, the workload tonight was really heavy, and Wanda finally saw something she shouldn't have seen.

"When she wakes up tomorrow morning, she will lose all her memories of today." Salomon's eyes flashed his and Wanda's final discovery. The beautiful witch came from England. They traced the source of the curse through the remains of werewolves and vampires, so they also saw the witch's childhood memories. This is the spiritual side of spells, not much different from psychic channeling. They not only saw how the werewolf died and was born, but also how the vicious curse spread.

Joan nodded, indicating that the girl's mental condition improved a lot after losing her memory. With the potion prepared by the witch, Wanda can have a good sleep in the guest room. "Daughter of Chaos." The white-haired witch pursed her lips, "Kama Taj tried to control her?"

"It's observation." The mystic shook his head and pushed away the pet cat that was trying to bite his hand, "She is the best channel for the Great Shadow to come into the world, through her we can observe the Great Shadow inside the seal of the Mother Earth. To observe her etheric body in the same way as observing the tide of magic power. In order to prevent her from losing control, I educated her."

"You Karma Taj always like to take advantage of others." Jeanne expressed her opinion, and then stared at him viciously. Salomon smiled helplessly. The witch is also Kama Taj's blade, but it is used to deal with angels. Salomon was sent to them in the first place to monitor and kill them if they got out of control-this mission still exists, and Beunita and Jeanne know it well, and they also know that Salomon what choice will be made. They didn't mind that, because it was Salomon's life's work, not just for them. But this does not prevent Bayonetta from taking advantage of the little guilt in Salomon's heart.

The brunette made a face at Joan as Salomon buried his head in her chest and took a deep breath.

"You brought other women back, you playboy."

"Forgive me, Bayonetta, there is a jet lag after all."

The Cheshire cat sticks out its tongue.

Poor master, played by the witch in the palm of her hand.

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