Marvel Magic Event Book

"Don't tell Stark, you know what I mean." Salomon said to Agent Romanoff when they were about to leave. "If I let that guy act randomly, he will definitely take me to a noisy bar. Then he would order me one glass after another of non-alcoholic drinks, and then he would get so drunk that he would vomit in his crotch and pass out. Or worse, he would take me to see fat Hawaiian dancers, then party and drink, Smoking big, then getting so drunk that I vomited in my crotch and fell unconscious. The worst thing was that he would take me to Las Vegas, lose millions of dollars in one night, and invite everyone to drink. Then he got so drunk that he vomited in his crotch and fell unconscious."

"Why are the results you mentioned so similar?" Natasha asked with a smile, "Why do you always think that Stark will vomit in his crotch."

"Because I would let him do it. Speaking of which, I don't know if there is something wrong with Nick Fury's brain. He actually thought that my psychological problem was serious. So he found Steve Rogers and asked him Enlighten me, but Steve couldn't communicate with me, so he found Tony again." Salomon sighed, "Actually, Stark's behavior is pretty good. Captain Rogers will probably sign up for me to join the Boy Scouts. The army, some weird Catholic groups or similar organizations that know how to play PY, or just watch some local church TV programs. What else can he do besides these things? Can he teach me boxing? He might also Can’t you beat me? Or do I need God’s permission for everything I do?”

"Actually, Captain Rogers is not as old-fashioned as you think. He just hasn't found the way of life in this era. Now is peacetime, and he will not recover so easily." Agent Romanoff was amused, "In his time , these organizations are not that bad. Moreover, his treatment of heretics is not as harsh as you think, and he does not care about religious issues."

"Priests have been fond of little boys for hundreds of years. Can American priests be better? I don't think Protestantism is any better than the Roman Church. Also, I am an unbeliever, fuck God, I There's still a score to be settled with God! I don't even know if my biological father was that guy! Sometimes I think if my biological father was some guy in jail he'd be better off than he is now. F*uck ! Everyone’s life is a torture. Sometimes I wish I had not been born!” After the mystic mage finished speaking on the phone, he drank the hot tea in one gulp.He stared into the female spy's beautiful light green eyes and slowly relaxed.

She was also looking into Salomon's eyes, as if she wanted to find out something.

"What about you, Natasha? Have you recovered? Has Nick Fury hired a psychiatrist for you?"

"No." Agent Romanoff's smile disappeared.She pretended not to care and looked at the tea cup and shrugged, "But I'm an agent, I can solve these small problems."

"Hmm, that seems to be because my danger level is higher than yours, otherwise that idiot wouldn't be so restless. As for you, poor guy, you haven't put the pieces of your mind back together yet. If you continue like this, you will have a schizophrenia sooner or later."

Agent Romanoff shrugged again, unconcerned.Although she might care, she wouldn't show it, and Salomon would have no way of knowing what she was thinking.He is a polite man and would not use magic to pry into other people's thoughts just for this kind of thing.

"Okay~ Let's do it." Seeing that she didn't want to say more, the Mystic Mage gave up the topic, "Fuck the Boy Scouts, fuck the bar, I've never been there, and I don't want to go either. I don’t like the American life – parties, parties, never-ending parties, drinking, getting married, tattoos, the noisy life is boring. I always thought that Americans have a button behind their backs, and they just press it. You will laugh non-stop, and then you will become hysterical if you press it a few more times. If you press it a few more times, you will get some strange psychological diseases. Phobia of strange places? Have you heard of this disease?

Ha, I guess the brains of those stupid Americans may not be as good as the difference engine!As for Nick Fury, I even doubt whether his brain can perform four arithmetic operations!If I really caused trouble, he would be dead!And that Alexander Pierce, sooner or later I'm going to strangle him with his intestines!You remember to tell damn Nick Fury that if he ever disturbs my quiet life again, I'm going to crack open his skull.That wouldn't kill him, but it would give him some peace and quiet while SHIELD repaired his skull. "

Talking ill about one's superiors always made people happy, lighter topics helped Agent Romanoff relax again, and of course, the delicious food also helped. "Are you ready?" Agent Romanoff cut a small piece of the fruit syrup pie on Salomon's plate, put it into his mouth, and winked playfully.Her emotions changed very quickly, just like when she was on a mission. This was the result of mental fragmentation - everything she said was true in her cognition, and the lie detector test had no effect on Natasha. Useful.

"You couldn't have come to ask for my help without bringing a gift. I know you, Salomon, and you will be ready for anything." Agent Romanov extended his hand, "A gift, young gentleman."

"Of course." The mystic took a shoe box from the android.He opened the box, and inside was a pair of suede high heels decorated with simple bows, "Salvatore Ferragamo high heels. The uppers are made of mulberry silk and viscose fabrics, with tubular piping and water snake skin. These are your shoes, Nana. Tasha.”

"How much did you spend?"

"Not much, fourteen hundred dollars, I bought it on the roadside." The Mystic said, "The U.S. dollars are just pieces of paper to me, and I'm glad that the waste paper can be put to use."

"Your mouth is so sweet."

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"You spent fourteen hundred dollars." Joan of Arc was sitting on a chair in the dining room. She was wearing glasses, holding a ledger and pencil in her hand, and was drawing one stroke at a time.The Cheshire Cat was spread out on her lap, motionless, seemingly enjoying his sleep.This stupid cat has liked that feeling since he went to a SPA. Salomon doesn't know whether the Cheshire Cat likes soft music or nice aromatherapy, or simply likes the feeling of having his eyes covered with cucumber slices. .But no matter what, after maintenance, its coat color became much brighter, and it liked to cling to Joan more and more. It seemed that it had forgotten who sent it to the pet hospital.

"What did you buy?" Joan of Arc pointed the tip of her pencil at Salomon, as if holding a rapier, and her question was as sharp as the rapier.Only Bayonetta still sat on the sofa watching the play - this was a common thing in this apartment, a family affair of three people, there was always someone who could watch the play.

"Gift." The mystic replied with a smile, "Gift expenditure."

"What gift requires fourteen hundred dollars? I know you don't care about dollars, but that's my salary, the money I put into our living fund!" Joan of Arc seemed a little annoyed, and her angry man lay on her knees. The Cheshire Cat raised her head in confusion, then licked her finger.

"I pay the water and electricity bills for this apartment. Neither you nor Ceresa care about these trivial matters!"

"My dear Joan of Arc, why don't you use my bank card? I'm too lazy to count the numbers on it. You know the password, and Bayonetta and I have entrusted you with the management of the bank account. In addition, the community I attended the meeting. It was nothing more than a mention."

"That's your money!"

"It's also yours. It's the money used to support my expenses in secular society, but do you think I care? We are a family. This is what you said, and Bayonetta said it, and I think so too. The family has to share the burden, so you can enjoy the dollars in my account and spend them however you want."

"That's right." Bayonetta fanned the flames, "The little guy is so generous, why don't you appreciate it?"

"You're not married to him yet, Theresa!"

"It's almost time, dear Joan of Arc, it's only been in the past ten years anyway. But we still want to hear Athena's thoughts. What did she say to you?"

"I……"