Chapter seven hundred and eighty nine New Yorkers' life experience
Wanda yawned and walked into the restaurant stepping on the corpses of Santa Claus and reindeer dolls. The broken plastic toys hidden in the carpet touched the soles of her feet, making her suddenly wake up. The vinyl record hummed over and over again.
An outdated Hollywood movie theme song, the warm air smelled of old film.
She was wearing a thick cotton pajamas with a strawberry pattern that seemed to match her hair color. Before going to bed last night, she was surprised to find that the toiletries in her bathroom were exactly the same brand as the one she used. She moved in
Most of the toiletries used in the penthouse were purchased by her and Salomon together. She just didn't expect Salomon to remember her preferences. Wanda was very touched by the concern from others, especially
After Pietro had some other ideas and abandoned the path Salomon had chosen for him, the two Maximovs had to go in completely opposite directions. The same smell helped her sleep peacefully on a strange pillow,
So much so that she didn't even realize she was no longer in her apartment when she walked out of the room.
She was still a little confused when she opened her eyes, until the aroma of fat, sugar and tea rushed into her brain.
"Hurry up, don't let Dinah's fried bacon get cold." The mystic who was sitting on the soft chair asked Wanda to sit next to him. He was holding a newspaper, and the black tea with sugar in the ceramic cup in front of him bloomed.
Charming aroma. Seeing Wanda wake up, Salomon covered the third page of the Sun with his inconspicuous style. Dinah, wearing high heels, carried the plate and quietly walked to Wanda and put down the plate. This
This kind of intimate service made the little witch panic again. After all, she had never been served by a servant. Even after yesterday's dinner service, she could not adapt to such an intimate attitude.
"We can start training after you finish breakfast," Salomon said.
"Where are your...girlfriends (plural)?" Wanda asked.
"They went to pick up customized jewelry. I arranged for the sisterhood to protect them. Although they don't need protection, having someone to help can save them a lot of trouble." Salomon said lightly. It's not like he has never hacked a witch to death.
pursuer, but after all, whether it is shooting or chopping in the street, it is a bit inhumane, and it is more convenient to bomb directly with a rocket launcher. "They will be back before lunch time." He said, "When you finish the course, you have to learn scientific knowledge.
You have time to think about what major you want to study. My recommendations are mathematics and classics. After all, you have already studied Latin courses."
"Does every magician have to go to college?" Wanda asked with a smile.
She had long known that this was a negative answer, because she had come into contact with some mystics during her stay at Karma Taj. Not all of those mystics were from prestigious schools. Salomon, who had the skills of a secular university,
There are only a few degreed mystics.
Salomon wrinkled his nose. "I don't care about other people. It's stupid to say that reading is useless, and people who believe this are even stupider." He alluded to Pietro's stupid behavior. He did not say it directly,
It's because he doesn't want the incident between Maximov's blood relatives to affect Wanda's mood. "Reason and knowledge are always important, aren't they?"
"My lord!" The sound of heavy objects falling on the floor suddenly sounded, and it quickly approached. Guards in golden armor strode into the apartment, their crimson robes full of gusts of wind, like a car moving at full speed.
The tank was like a heavy hammer swinging down suddenly. Constantine's voice was urgent, "Emergency situation, communication from Kama Taj."
"Say." Salomon put down the newspaper and his expression changed from brisk to serious.
"Upper plane creatures have begun to appear in New York in small numbers." Constantine said, "The New York Temple has taken emergency measures, and the temple deacons have gone to the shallow etheric plane to observe the situation."
Salomon closed his eyes and released his feelings.
Wanda also followed the method he taught. She felt something hot was floating in the sky above New York, constantly making piercing cries like a baby. This was a body made of thoughts, a gathering of extreme emotions.
With her mature mental body, Wanda was a little unable to bear the torture that pierced her brain, and withdrew from the state of concentration that the caster was supposed to maintain. Salomon saw more, and he was very familiar with this feeling, because he not only
I have encountered such an enemy once.
It stands to reason that these creatures should have fallen apart long ago and been swallowed up completely by the surging undercurrent of the astral plane, or they could be completely extinct because they could not produce new angels and were constantly hunted by witches. But now they appear in the sky above New York.
The creature broke his conjecture, and invisible things invisible to the naked eye were constantly pouring out.
Perhaps it was because of which church held a Christmas mass that the birdmen who were originally wandering in the shallow ether found their way to the real world. Those creatures have not yet had a real form, which is the only comforting thing.
Damned folly, damned superstition a thousand times!
Salomon scanned the city with his secret eyes, trying to figure out whether this was a sudden phenomenon caused by an ordinary tide in the Sea of Souls, or a premeditated attack. His eyes followed the witch's footsteps, and it was obvious that
Both Bayonetta and Joan of Arc realized that something was wrong. They raised their heads and looked at the sky, looking for traces of their mortal enemies. It had been a long time since they had killed by themselves. Bayonetta raised her head and was greeted by a generous man.
A smile appeared on her face hidden by the brim of her white wide-brimmed hat. Joan of Arc eagerly started her motorcycle, intending to crush the first enemy she found.
The witches noticed Salomon's gaze, and Bayonetta said hello to his secret eye.
"What is that?" Wanda asked breathlessly.
"Angel, there is no good thing." Salomon curled his lips and opened his eyes in the real world. "These guys are too suitable for the occasion. Today is Christmas! Are they planning to come to the real plane today to give gifts?
?I don't think their wings can be stuffed into a chimney, and they don't wear hats."
"My lord, you can tell jokes later." Constantine was wearing a helmet and could not see his expression clearly. "Kama Taj asked you if you can help solve this problem... Yes, you heard it right, it was a question.
Today’s Temple Keeper is Master Daniel.”
"Old guy, only now do you know how to please me." Instead of being as nervous as Wanda imagined, Salomon stuffed a strip of bacon into his mouth. Whether it was a premeditated attack or an unexpected incident, the angels who suddenly appeared were only small ones.
The characters, even Karma Taj, are only investigating the cause rather than taking action directly. Understanding the source of the matter first is what Karma Taj should do.
"Maybe these are just some dead angels. I've told Bayonetta and Joan of Arc that they can kill as much as they want, and trust me, they like it." He said, "Constantine, look at my repaired armor.
Is it over? Also make sure your armor has enough energy, we may have to fight side by side. Wanda, are you interested in a practical course?"
First there was a buzz like thousands of bees, and then it was drowned in the music played in the store, and no one cared. Until the store window glass began to tremble, the gorgeous jewelry trembled like a heart, and the noise of industry and flames obscured it.
In the cheerful and light festive atmosphere, someone looked up and looked at the place where the sound came from - it was a gray fighter jet speeding towards Fifth Avenue.
New Yorkers already have experience. Living in this troubled city requires experience. Whether it is a terrorist attack or an alien invasion, as early as the moment the plane appeared, alert New Yorkers even did not know what was happening.
They all screamed and ran away, panicking like a bunch of screaming chickens. They rushed to the subway and buildings, trying to avoid the flames and fast-flying debris caused by the plane explosion.