Bayonetta was not wearing any clothes, and her beautiful figure was fully exposed in the sun.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and thought for a while, then picked up the dress she had just given up on ten minutes ago from the hanger nearby. It was a black backless evening dress that could be paired with black high heels.
There are more than a dozen similar clothes lying there next to this dress. Joan of Arc is also doing similar things, except that she also places dozens of pairs of high heels of different styles next to the dressing mirror, looking for the one that can match her own dress.
Shoes of a crimson dress. Only Salomon was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, talking to the Cheshire Cat in his arms these nonsense, noisy words that even he himself did not understand - he
I have been sitting here for an hour and a half, and during this period I have been racking my brains to praise the witches' dressing sense, trying to shorten the time for the witches to change clothes in this way.
"This evening dress..."
Before he could finish speaking, the black-haired witch rolled her eyes at him, then walked back and started to change into another piece of clothing. She just wanted to show Salomon, no matter what the mystic mage had
No thought will disrupt her steps, as if she is following some mysterious cosmic truth when choosing clothes, as unshakable as the earth's rotation around the sun.
"We are just visiting Cassilios, Bayonetta."
"If you are serious about maintaining your relationships, you should know that Cassilios may want to introduce us to his partner." Bayonetta's voice came from the cloakroom, "He treats you just like him.
Children, we must be polite. Take a look at this, is it too revealing?"
"Wow! Why didn't you wear this dress last night?" Salomon's eyes lit up.
"Because you'll get your clothes dirty every time!"
"We can wash clothes just like sheets. I think that's what the washing machine is for!" The Mystic Mage spread his hands with an innocent expression, "And I'm not the one who is the showerhead."
"Idiot!" Joan of Arc smiled and passed by the mystic who was hit on the head by a supersonic clothes hanger. After saying this, she walked out holding the snack plate that the maid had just brought in. The hem of her crimson skirt was deliberately or unintentionally
Brushing Salomon's fingers on the armrest. "I'm ready to go, Theresa!" she shouted in the corridor while stuffing something into her mouth (while trying to avoid the snack touching her lipstick),
"Hurry up, or we'll miss dinner!"
Phoenix was a little frustrated that he couldn't be a guest. After all, Casilios' new partner was an ordinary person. Salomon and the Witch couldn't show too much supernatural power to avoid arousing suspicion, unless the woman became Casilios' real partner.
Only Salomon could show Phoenix and the supernatural power to her. In fact, it was not only the invitation of Cassilios that prompted this visit, but the Supreme Mage also asked Salomon to communicate more with Cassilios and observe during this time.
His mental state and dreams. Even powerful vampires can affect the surrounding environment. Odin, who is respected as the father of the gods, can naturally do the same. Cassilios' dream will be Kamathaj's way of exploring the Ragnarok prophecy.
In an important way, Salomon regarded the collapse of the Asgard Empire as a crisis and opportunity for mankind, so he spared no effort to collect clues in this regard.
His Holiness was very happy to see Cassilios emerge from the shadow of his wife's death, but the cracks in the mind are not so easy to mend. Once the caster's mind cracks again, extremely bad situations may occur. Not to mention the lifespan of ordinary humans.
Far from being as long as a spellcaster, unless he uses precious life-extending alchemy potions or performs a series of life-extending surgeries developed in the Immortal City, Cassilios will have to experience life and death again sooner or later. Therefore, Salomon's mission on this trip
There is one more thing to do, and that is to persuade Casilios to think carefully.
If Casilios is serious, then he can help and try to keep that ordinary woman alive as long as possible.
Currently, only Gideon Malik enjoys this treatment. The old dog now has hair growing on his temples. In order not to arouse suspicion, he even has to dye his hair and put on makeup to make himself look older. I don’t know if Baron Mordo uses it.
By what means, now Salomon is nominally the adopted child of Casilios. Casilios must have told his girlfriend the same thing, otherwise he and the woman who opened the door after the witch rang the doorbell would not
He would act so nervous.
"You are Salomon, right? God, you are so tall!" The blonde woman in the apron forced herself to look surprised, opened her arms and seemed to want to give the mystic a hug, but then she wore
The elegant Bayonetta and Jeanne walked into the entrance hall full of curiosity. She wiped her hands on her apron very embarrassedly and gave up her plan to show intimacy.
"Hello, Ms. Jacobs." Salomon smiled and hugged her gently. He saw this woman's efforts to integrate into the family, and he naturally responded. "This is my partner, Bayoney.
Tower and Joan of Arc." He introduced the woman. But before he finished speaking, the two witches passed him and shook hands with the woman. Salomon just shrugged and handed the red wine tied with a ribbon to the blonde woman.
, "I think you'll like this."
"Oh! Okay!" The blond woman held the wine bottle, her eyes widened, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Casilios never said that his adopted son had committed bigamy, and he was still with two women with exaggerated figures and outrageous beauty. Perhaps it was the relationship between height and face, Salomon and the Witch each
If one of them is alone, it will bring a sense of oppression to others, let alone when the three of them stand together. This is a bit unbearable for an ordinary woman. She had already used up all her courage to hug her before.
Seeing her like this, Salomon was very glad that Bayonetta rejected his suggestion of dressing up - he had previously wanted to wear a tuxedo and bring a richly decorated long sword to express himself in a more formal way.
But Bayonetta said that this was too stupid and would only frighten the poor woman. It would already be unfair to her if Cassilios hid something from her. If another stupid person was involved,
As an adopted son, the poor woman would have collapsed on the spot and started to cry and calculate the medical expenses in the mental hospital.
When she said this, she was applying lipstick in front of the dressing table, so that the corners of Salomon's eyes couldn't help but drift towards her. Now Salomon thought that Bayonetta was right. Fortunately, her family
She was in charge, otherwise there would be trouble sooner or later. However, he also wanted to point out that the clothes the witches wore today were a bit too expensive, and this was not a fashion show.
However, the two witches turned a deaf ear to this and continued to go their own way.
"Come in quickly, Casilios is preparing dinner. He is very happy that you can come!" Ms. Jacob finally managed to hold this sentence out of her throat, and Salomon had to quietly put his hands behind his back and cast the spell steadily.
A woman's emotions. It would be too bad if she cried here. It must be said that Bayonetta and Joan of Arc have begun to like her.
"We are very happy too." Bayonetta blinked and motioned for Salomon to follow her quickly. That little magic alone was not enough, the witch planned to make her relax completely. "Let the men go to work in the kitchen.