Wanda Maximov personally selected her favorite scented candles and intended to use them for the night's sleeping ceremony.

As a qualified witch, she was also taught the steps to make ritual candles herself and how to use them in rituals. However, she still likes the candles made by Salomon because she thought she could never compare the herbal ingredients so accurately to achieve a perfect balance of efficacy and smell. "Just use electronic scales and simple chemical experimental vessels," Salomon said. "Now we are out of the era of throwing chicken claws into the crucible, precision is the essence of the scientific age."

"But I can't make such a nice smell."

"This is just a by-product of my perfume. You can pick your favorite perfume in my lab," Salomon said. Wanda Maximov found that at least one-third of these candles had the aroma of violet and bergamot, and she didn't think it was strange when she thought of the two witches. "These candles will be lit by your bed, thirteen in total, which will make you fall asleep quickly and make you realize that it was a dream. You will be awake and communicate with me, like a psychic ritual. Do you remember that I told you about the ritual of Jen Lech, Mrs. Conan Doyle?"

"Prying the table with your toes?" Wanda Maximov laughed.

When teaching in the dark cell of Storak Castle, Salomon, as an outsider, always talks with Maximov to avoid the boredom brought by continuous high-intensity teaching, especially the jokes made by fake wizards and fake psychics. From the mysterious Renaissance trend to the psychic rituals of the last century, he seemed to know all the interesting stories. For Maximov, who was only a young man in a small town in Eastern Europe at that time, every story he told was a complete fantasy. They could not think of how could there be such a learned person in such a world.

"When magic master Houdini questioned the sentence "My mother can't speak English" by the siege, Conan Doyle defended, 'How did you know she didn't learn English in heaven'. Although this sentence sounds just a joke now, and Jen Lech's ritual of siege is a complete scam, there is still some truth in it." Salomon raised a finger, as if emphasizing, "The dead don't necessarily speak languages ​​that we can understand, so there are many magic schools that have complex psychic spells. So be careful when you hear the language you can understand in your dreams. The existence of actively communicating in the sea of ​​souls must have bad intentions."

“This sounds dangerous.”

"The sea of ​​souls is full of dangers, and I believe I have repeated this sentence more than once. Now put down the candles, and I invite you to come not for interrogation, but for you to attend the Witch's Tasting Salon." Salomon said with a smile, "I don't want to be criticized by Beyonita and Joan of Arc, thinking that I treat my guests too harshly."

The white spine of the snake bone staff floating beside Wanda kept shaking, making a "whim" sound. But Salomon just glanced over, and the auxiliary alchemy animal-type intelligence installed in the staff immediately stopped, like the spine of the tail hanging down and then tightened immediately. Light gray smoke appeared on the ruby ​​eye of the snake skull, as if it was burnt red soldering iron tightly against the flesh. As the alchemy intelligence who wrote the program, even though the alchemy intelligence was largely in harmony with the new master and could reflect the emotions of the new master, the staff still could not resist its creator.

“Is it just a guest?”

Salomon shrugged and said nothing.

When the witch returned to the living room, she had already changed into clothes. The original high-waisted sports underwear or lace nightgowns had been replaced with very personal style clothing. Only private parties were held in the manor, and even so, they were still happy to choose evening gowns and jewelry to match them. However, compared to the standards for those noble ladies and celebrities to choose evening gowns, the evening gowns chosen by the witch mainly consider whether it is convenient for activities and shooting. However, Wanda Maximov came to the manor in jeans and jackets. If the magic ring and blood gloves given to her by Salomon, she did not wear any jewelry except a pair of ruby ​​earrings and a ruby ​​necklace.

The private wine tasting party had to be slightly lagged behind as the witches invited Wanda to their cloakroom to pick out costumes.

Joan of Arc quietly gestured to him, meaning that the plan would go as usual.

The giant in golden power armor quietly walked on the cold marble floor until the edge of the white cashmere carpet on the living room sofa, and he made a sound. "My Lord, what is your mental stability score for Wanda Maximov?" Hammurabi bent down and asked to sit on the sofa, "According to the process you set, this needs to be recorded in the latest evaluation file."

"It is still alpha level, and the scores of the built-in detection program of the snake bone staff have been exported."

"The secret tutors of Kamataj think that the standards you set are too loose, and they think that the mental stability of the target is only delta level," Hammurabi said. "They tried to sneak into the target's dream to find more clues, but a deacon who assisted the ritual went crazy. Several mentors determined that Wanda Maximov's mental stability had exceeded control and had to be dealt with as soon as possible."

"So now she's here."

The emperor poured Hammurabi a glass of wine indifferently. Outside the door, Dinah received an order to close the living room door, and arranged for the maids who were originally going to enter the living room to serve for a while. They had just cleaned the modern river view room next to the glass greenhouse and replaced the replaced bed sheets. There was no need to rush in to serve, and there was no need to keep a close eye on Hammurabi, for fear that he would dirty their labor.

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"No, my lord. It seems that because the Supreme Master is in charge, Laura Crawford's study process has been slightly hindered." Hammurabi held the spear of the garrison and took the wine glass that was a little too small for him. The amount of the wine was enough to make his tongue wet, but for a guard, he was able to taste the origin, year, soil composition and sunshine of the glass. "But I have no objection to the secret tutors, because Laura Crawford always tries to break into the locked library and try to find secrets inside. Do I need to reiterate the taboos of Kamataj and make a penalty decision? Oh... no wonder this is a semi-dry wine, and the sunshine in the Champagne area is so full of sugar."

"Let Laura Crawford do what she wants to do. Her every move is guided by fate. Maybe we can recommend our Prophecy Lady, although she is a little crazy..." The emperor frowned and shook his head. The lady who could talk to the stone was the only thing that his prophecy magic could not reach - when he first saw her, she seemed to be talking to the stone, but in fact she was talking to the atom in the stone. Perhaps at some time in the past and future, some atom in the stone was in the body of a person, and the lady was talking to the person. But no one except her knew who that person was. "This is the price of omniscience. The lady's mind could not tell the past, present, and future, but she was the best person to interpret the fate of Laura Crawford. In addition..."

He hesitated for a moment and finally made a decision.

Perhaps it is because Kama Taj lacks manpower, or perhaps it is an area where few people are willing to enter. Laura Crawford has been choked by the fine dust falling from bookshelf more than once to relieve his cough. It is a very hard thing to walk in the Kama Taj library. Not only does it have to take the risk of getting lost, but the library's own environment is not suitable for human survival. Laura Crawford can claim without hesitation that he has been to many places that ordinary people cannot access, and has many people who have never had.

She had a survival skill, but she could swear that even Siberia would not be as dry and cold as in the Kama Taj Library - even when she was taking astrology course at the Doragiri Peak Observatory, she didn't feel how cold the blizzard outside the Observatory was, and the hot water she brought into the library turned into an icicle in just over a dozen minutes - if she got lost or fell down the spiral staircase at the bottom, she wouldn't be able to survive.

She had been warned that this was a less taboo place, meaning that she could enter as long as she had permission, facing books and items with some dangerous conditions. However, no one would issue this license to her, because she was not a member of Kamataj, she did not even have the psychic talent that the most terrible apprentice had, and she could not even deal with the simplest supernatural threat. But some people acquiesced to enter here, and even prepared some essential items for her to protect herself - such as a pistol bullet with a solidified mercury bullet with dense symbols on the shell. She could only use her limited esoteric knowledge and profound historical knowledge to tell that the symbol above was a combination of Lun runes; in addition to this, there were adventure props such as the never-ending cold candle, and the rope that never ended.

"I'm so glad you can come, Laura Crawford!" The female voice was startled. She turned her head and found a woman in a dark blue robe with wooden stakes painted with funny eyes standing behind her. "I've been waiting for you here for a while, for almost a few days!"

"Prepare a 'Six-winged Angel Serum' for her." This is the most effective drug known to the magic world, known as the panacea. Those who drink this serum will immediately recover and heal all wounds. Any magic curse (such as blindness) or disease will be controlled and then slowly healed within a few days. Although the serum is not a real panacea, he thinks it is enough. "I know there is not much in the Kamataj, but I think Lara Crawford needs to use this drug. Tell those secret tutors that I will not use the real elixir of immortality (Otkid's Elixr), so if they have any comments I will go to them myself. It's time to leave, Hammurabi, and do me a little favor before leaving."

Just when the Imperial Guards couldn't figure out what was going on, Milia, wearing a down jacket, rode a goat that was almost one person tall, and unceremoniously broke open the door of the living room. A maid holding a chainsaw sword chased her behind. It can be seen from the expression on the maid's face that she wanted to stop Milia and the goat from disturbing the talks between the owner, avoiding the goat's hooves covered with garden soil to stain the manor's estate, and not daring to stop it too roughly - referring to the mountain

The sheep were beheaded on the spot - to avoid hurting or scaring Melia, and to make the expensive carpet worse. Hammurabi immediately turned around, bent down, and held the head of the goat that was hit by bare hands, and no matter how much this animal that was arrogant by Melia could struggle, it would be useless. Surprisingly, the animal that was supposed to be afraid of the Imperial Guards struggled desperately this time, as if all the fear of the creatures at the top of the food chain in her genetic instinct was eliminated.

Salomon carried the girl off the sheep's back.

"What did you eat for it, Little Goat Cavalry?"

Originally, they were just a few lambs that were considered pets, but these goats that had passed the estrus grew bigger and bigger because of gene editing, and could even be treated as training animals for Milia before riding. After all the bear cubs entered the forest to settle down, they had lost their natural enemies and began to be dissatisfied with eating some forage. More than once, Salomon saw Milia secretly feeding carrots, eggs, milk or bacon that she could not eat for breakfast, and then claimed to the witch that she had eaten all the food on the plate. From then on, Salomon could no longer be sure whether there were anything else in the goat's stomachs that should have appeared in Milia's plate besides the seasonal flowers and forage in the garden.

"After afternoon tea!" the girl proudly replied, "Many!"

Even Salomon felt suffocated when he heard this answer.

She must have sneaked into the glass greenhouse while he and the witches enjoyed afternoon tea, so she sneaked into the glass greenhouse and packed the cocktails, packed the desserts and barbecue, and then enjoyed them with her animal friends. At that time, no one had time to interfere with Milia's behavior, even Dina was busy dealing with biological materials, and Milia could do whatever she wanted. Salomon didn't want to teach her a lesson because of this kind. After all, Milia was able to sneak into the locked glass greenhouse and needed encouragement and correct guidance. "Hamurabi, Tatyana, please help me throw this sheep into the forest." Salomon whispered. If he was not wrong, the goat now consumed a lot of alcohol, but he didn't expect that a sheep would be so irritable after being drunk. "I think the bear cub in the forest should be very happy to meet an old friend."

"Are we going to kill this animal?" Tatiyana finally seized the opportunity and spoke. She said viciously, "This beast almost caused irreparable damage to the artwork in the manor!"
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