Marvel Magic Event Book

With an embarrassed look on her face, Wanda sat down at the dining table under the guidance of the maid and greeted the witches.

The gorgeous carpets are very soft, exquisite bust sculptures are placed on the table, colorful oil paintings and tapestries are hung on the walls, and precious porcelain and wine cabinets stand on the other side of the room.The window glass is as clean as if it doesn't exist, the dark brown wooden floor is smooth and bright, and the dark red curtains are neatly tied aside.Everything was gleaming, and anyone could tell that someone had gone to great lengths to maintain it all, and Wanda was sure it was the Baroque style Salomon was passionate about.

The witches, wearing only thin nightgowns, reclined lazily on the high-backed chairs beside the dining table, with their flawless white long legs stretched out at will, their belts tied up at will, and their necklines all the way down, revealing their perfect figures.Obviously, they only wore this one piece of clothing, which put a lot of pressure on Wanda, who was dressed in the same outfit, and she covered her body tightly.Not many people in the world could remain calm when facing the witch's beauty in person, especially when she was wearing sexy nightgowns of the same style and different patterns. Wanda felt like she was almost burning.She just wanted to hide her face behind the big plate brought by the maid, so as not to continue to be embarrassed in such a huge contrast - she felt that her nails were manicured messily, her lips were chapped, and her fingers were lost due to years of hard work. Slim and smooth.She felt that her teeth were uneven, the bridge of her nose was too high, and her eyes were too small.

The polished oak table reflected her flushed cheeks and closed eyes.

"How was your rest last night?" Bayonetta suddenly asked her. Wanda was so surprised that she almost overturned the hot coffee in her hand.She found that the dark-haired woman in a black silk nightgown was looking at her with a smile, while her teacher was sitting in the main seat without saying a word, just cutting the meat on the plate, as if that woman was the one in charge.

She gritted her teeth and barely plucked up the courage to answer.

"Very good, thank you for your concern." Only then did she realize that her throat was trembling.

The nightgown she wore matched the color of her hair perfectly, as if she had been carefully prepared.The nightgown was embroidered with deeper red patterns, while the dark-haired woman's nightgown had roses embroidered with gold thread, and the other white-haired woman's nightgown was made of silver thread.Bayonetta winked at Jeanne. What she wanted to express was obvious: she was a cute Slavic girl with a good figure, and she wanted to prevent Salomon from eating her.

Jeanne rolled her eyes, and then tried to kick the mystic with her toes as she lowered her head to chop the meat.

"She is not your competition, dear." Salomon reluctantly put down the tableware and grabbed Joan's ankle to prevent her from knocking over the plate and letting the sauce drip onto the carpet.The white-haired witch didn't even have the intention of struggling. She lay down directly on the high-backed chair, her face flushed, and her hands were groping for her pistol.However, she only touched a furry thing, and the Cheshire Cat howled dissatisfied, accusing the witch of interrupting its feeding.Dinah silently put Joan's weapon away and then locked it inconspicuously.Bayonetta blinked at her, her eyes approving.

Joan picked up the Cheshire Cat and threw it at Salomon.

The dinner plate was knocked over without any accident, and the originally clean and tidy cat was covered in sauce.The Cheshire Cat couldn't seem to take the insult and started meowing loudly until Dinah stuffed a cat treat into his mouth and twisted him towards the bathroom.The Cheshire Cat was quiet for a while, but then the cat's loud meowing came from the corridor again. It finally discovered that it couldn't escape the fate of taking a bath - it was obvious that it had already taken a bath yesterday.It protested to Dinah, while its four short legs kept flapping.However, the maid's fingers were like iron pliers, firmly grasping the skin of the back of its neck.

"The owner will not like a cat that smells like beef juice." Dinah gave her verdict to the Cheshire Cat without expression.It wasn't until she closed the bathroom door that the Cheshire Cat's meowing completely disappeared.

"Really?" The black-haired witch glanced at him and Jeanne, and then never mentioned the matter again.She smelled a very ambiguous smell of hormones, and Joan of Arc's performance proved that she was the master of hormones.Bayonetta turned to chatting about some things in life to divert Wanda's attention, leaving Joan with red cheeks and feeling overwhelmed.

Wanda gradually relaxed, and last night's experience no longer bothered her.

The witch's charm can conquer both men and women, and Wanda is inevitably melted by Bayonetta, who pretends to be gentle.They whispered happily for a while. "Perhaps you should come to my cloakroom and have a look. I also have a lot of jewelry, and there must be something suitable for you." The black-haired witch sent an invitation, "If you don't mind, in another hour, we need to go out to pick up the ones we ordered before. Clothes. Come on, let us introduce you to the best designers. I believe Salomon must have made some omissions in this area. He is just a blockhead and cannot take care of girls at all. We should take care of ourselves, don’t expect men It can enlighten you."

"My dear, you are biased." Salomon said dryly, "I am also quite accomplished in the art of jewelry."

"I don't think a boy who is obsessed with magic and work can understand what women need. Compared with jewelry, maybe you have more appreciation for jewelry designers." Bayonetta pointed at the mystic mage with the croissant.She narrowed her eyes, hiding the danger under her gray eyes, "Maybe I need to give you some time?"

"I'll wear the ring, honey."

"I'm not proposing."

"I know, but I'm still willing." Salomon stretched out his left hand, which only had an iron-gray tail ring. "Maybe I can wear two rings on one finger. I want to try it."

Wanda felt that her throat was tight, and the passion and tenderness radiating from the witch made her almost breathless. Even the shopping trip and SPA arranged by Bayonetta could not relieve this feeling.No matter from any angle, the witch's power was beyond the comparison of a Slavic country girl. She felt deep despair and even wanted to cry in a deserted place.

Next, she will go to the manor in Oxfordshire to ride horses with the witches.

It is said that the Witch and Salomon will move to Oxfordshire in the near future, completely away from New York.Even though they now live in a high-end apartment in Manhattan, they are still quite dissatisfied with their surrounding environment. Salomon even regards New York as a big cesspit.Compared to the estate he purchased, New York was as bad as he described.

There are gardens, a horse farm and a dock, as well as a private forest and forest glade. Whenever the weather is fine, the sun will shine like raindrops, and they can ride horses through the forest on sunny mornings and listen to each other. Birds sing and gallop across the carefully maintained lawns.After the sun is a little stronger, you can return to the manor to have breakfast, and then leisurely waste the whole morning until you get up from a nap.In the afternoon, they could sail a small boat up the Thames from the dockyard until dark.Or take a stroll in the garden, enjoy a snack under an umbrella, and sunbathe while the temperature is just right.

Salomon frivolously squandered worldly money as if it were less important to him than a piece of paper with which to wipe his butt.

"Want to go to the restaurant purchased by Salomon, Wanda." The witch took the witch's arm in a familiar manner, which made the two people a little uncomfortable because of the height difference.Wanda forced a smile and agreed to Bayonetta's suggestion.

"where are we going?"

"Moscow."