"Loneliness is our biggest enemy, Wanda." Salomon said in a deep voice.
He stretched out his fingers, and a piece of cream cake floated out of the portal and landed lightly on the tray. Then there was a piece of fruit cake and a piece of browning cake. They filed out like a train car and danced into the
On his own small plate. Then there are candles of different colors and beautifully packaged candies. Flowers bloom on the mottled wall, the rusty water pipes are polished smooth in an instant, and the pale lights are cast into a warm yellow, fairy tale
A smell like that filled the dilapidated cell.
He used illusions to build a virtual fairy tale kingdom.
"But with dessert, none of this is a problem!" The mystic winked playfully and took a beautiful enamel ceramic teapot. This was the night before the Avengers ended their reconnaissance and scheduled the attack date, and he did not communicate with him.
Others discussed tomorrow's attack plan. Even if the Lord asked him to ensure that the scepter could be returned to Asgard, he did not intend to participate in that extremely boring battle. It was not his battle. "There are no lessons today, you have learned it."
You have also learned what you should learn and what you shouldn't learn. Stop reciting spells, Wanda, now is the time to enjoy."
Wanda was very excited, she saw the hope of revenge. She would be face to face with the person who took away her parents' lives, eye to eye.
But more importantly, and what makes Wanda feel more excited, is that she sees a peaceful life waving to her after revenge.
She smiled silly and repeatedly mentioned that she planned to open a clothing store and then send her brother to college. Or maybe learn the art of making cakes. She did not rule out the idea that these delicious foods brought her. She was talking about desserts and candles.
The crowd said this, but Pietro himself was the only one who was not interested in it. He stabbed the cream with a fork with a forlorn expression, and then pulled out the chewed cutlery from the mouth of the cream cake. The cycle continued, never ending,
Until the cake let out a faint scream, he cut it and ate it out of boredom.
Ever since Wanda received Salomon's notice and knew that the Avengers were about to launch an attack here, she had been talking about the future for many days. Since she couldn't rush to the top of the castle and face the starry sky
The bright night sky vents his excitement, so his only option is to torture food.
The cunning brownie tried to bribe Pietro by taking out a big cigarette from his belly as a guarantee of avoiding pain, but the cigarette was confiscated by Salomon, who had a quick eye and quick hands, and took the brownie away.
The cakes were flattened on the plate - these sweets were made by Salomon on behalf of the Scottish Isaacsons in the apartment. For this purpose, Salomon doubled the size of the goblins and doubled the size of the goblins 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 shape. Those cute little fairies in floral skirts danced together, then haggled for a while, and agreed to Salo
Meng's request - from now on, all the cat hair dropped by the Cheshire Cat will belong to Azshara's goblins. They plan to knit a few sweaters before winter comes to survive this year's dangerous winter solstice.
Food made using goblin magic is not good at all. Although the food is beautifully shaped, they like goblins and cause chaos just like goblins. Including the Hokkaido cheesecakes who are currently taking out pistols made of cheese and shooting at each other. Every time they fire
The mass of the gun itself will be lighter. Although it means the end of life, they still have a great time shooting.
Salomon saw through the Maximov siblings' uneasiness.
Although the hope of revenge is ahead, how can they guarantee that they can complete it?
The dessert soothes their anxiety, trying to make them temporarily forget about the upcoming battle with its pleasant sweetness.
"Will you fight with us against the Americans of the Avengers, teacher?" Wanda's question made Pietro prick up his ears. They were eager to hear a positive answer from their mentor, but to their disappointment
, Salomon shook his head without hesitation. Wanda's expression became visibly depressed, as if the sweet cake was no longer attractive to the girl.
"That is your battle, I have no right to interfere." Salomon did not notice the change in their emotions, but he still said softly in his usual gentle tone, "I have more important things to do."
"What could be more enjoyable than beating up Americans?" Pietro asked in confusion.
"Many. The world is very big, not just one castle, one cell, one country." Salomon looked meaningfully into Pietro's eyes. Although the Maximov siblings were much older than him, they
He always showed the thoughts that only older people have. "The world is facing threats, and the enemy will never stop their march." He opened his hands, as if the vision of the Maximov siblings had also expanded,
"There is always something to kill and someone to save. Your revenge is nothing compared to the innocent lives that are about to be lost."
Wanda frowned. "These words are very hurtful, teacher."
"Yes, but that's the fact. When you finish your revenge, you will have to face the real world." The mystic said, "Especially you, Wanda. The enemy is entangled with the thread of your destiny. You
The challenges we face in the future are far more terrifying than those we face tomorrow."
"So, tomorrow's revenge will be 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 have a good rest." After receiving the instruction, the boy sighed deeply. He walked to the bathroom and cleaned his teeth as required, but the wound he had just cleaned was still stinging, and he couldn't sleep at all.
No. Although it has only been half a year, the boy's height has grown much faster than his peers, and so has his knowledge. A few minutes ago, he was breathing the hot and poisonous air of an alien planet, hunting with a spear that flashed with lightning.
The giant ray migrating in the red desert, the next moment his prey was cut into two pieces, and the stinky blood and contaminated sand were sprinkled all over his body. The boy let out a low roar of dissatisfaction until he saw himself
The owner's anger at being robbed of his prey instantly turned into joy.
"According to Earth's standard time, you have a battle tomorrow." Salomon gave him the order straightforwardly. The boy looked at him expectantly, and the mystic blinked, and a smile quickly appeared on his face.
Bloom. "Is the alien ray delicious?" he asked, "I found traces of your use of fire, and local people more than a hundred kilometers away even traded fish skins and seasonings with you."
"It's not very tasty. It's full of the taste of metabolites. It may be to reduce the evaporation of water. I got full marks in the biology class taught by teacher Maya Hansen." The boy said with a smile. His voice was deeper than half a year ago.
Some of them had short shaved hair full of dust. "They are very welcoming, but the seasoning is not suitable for ordinary people on earth." He added, "I did not go to a big city, where outsiders are not welcome, and only gestures are used.
And primitive people who can't speak can't get in."
"Considering that your surgery has not been completely completed, it is already very good that you can achieve such results in a week." The mystic took the fishbone spear made by the boy through trading and hunting and weighed it carefully, "Including your weapons, this
It's a good throwing spear."
"I prefer bolters." The boy said sheepishly. "I accepted help. It's nothing. Just put this race on the list of aliens that may coexist with humans. I hope the list will be long.