"Don't tell Stark, you know what I mean." As they were about to part, Salomon said to Agent Romanov. "If that guy was letting me do anything, he would take me to a noisy bar, order me one cup after another, and then get drunk and finally vomit in his crotch. Or worse, he would take me to see the fat Hawaiian dancer, then party, drink, and suck, then get drunk and finally vomit in his crotch. The worst thing is that he would take me to Las Vegas, lose millions of dollars a night, ask the whole audience to drink, and then get drunk and finally vomit in his crotch unconscious."

"Why do you say the results are so similar?" Natasha asked with a smile. "Why do you always think Stark will spit in your crotch?"

"Because I would let him do this. Speaking of which, I don't know if there was something wrong with Nick Fury's brain. He actually thought my psychological problems were serious. So he found Steve Rogers and asked him to enlighten me. As a result, Steve couldn't communicate with me, so he found Tony again." Salomon sighed, "Actually, Stark's behavior is pretty good. Captain Rogers is likely to sign me up for the Boy Scouts, some weird Catholic groups or similar organizations that can help little boys PY, or watch some local church TV shows. What else can he do besides these things? Can he teach me boxing? Maybe he can't beat me? Or do I have to let God allow me to do anything I do?"

"Actually, Captain Rogers is not as scheming as you think. He just hasn't found the way of life in this era. It's a peaceful time, and he doesn't recover so easily." Agent Romanov was amused. "In his time, these organizations were not so bad. Moreover, he was not as harsh as you think in the face of the pagans. He didn't care about faith."

"The priests have a history of having a few hundred years of love for little boys. Can American priests be better? I don't think Protestantism can be much better than the Roman church. Also, I am a believer, go to God, I still have a calculation to settle with God! I don't even know if my biological father is that guy! Sometimes I think that even if my biological father is a guy who stays in prison, it is better than now. F*uck! Everyone's life is a torture, and sometimes I still hope that I am not born!" After a big call, the secret wizard drank the hot tea. He stared at the beautiful light green eyes of the female spy and slowly relaxed.

She was also looking at Salomon's eyes, as if she wanted to find out something.

"What about you, Natasha? Have you recovered? Did Nick Fury hire a psychiatrist for you?"

"No." Agent Romanov's smile disappeared. She looked at the teacup with disregard, shrugging, "But I am an agent, I can solve these small problems."

"Well, that seems to be because my danger is higher than you, otherwise that idiot wouldn't be so restless. As for you, poor guy, you haven't put together your own pieces of mind yet, so sooner or later you'll be schizophrenia."

Agent Romanov shrugged again, saying that he didn't care about it. Although she might care, she wouldn't show it, and Salomon had no way of knowing her thoughts. He was a polite person and wouldn't use spells to spy other people's thoughts because of this kind of thing.

"Okay~ Just do that." Seeing that she didn't want to say much, the secret wizard gave up on this topic, "Go to the scouts, go to the fuck bar, I've never been to, and I don't want to go, I don't like the life of Americans - parties, parties, endless parties, drinking, big, tattoos, noisy life is annoying. I always thought that Americans had a button behind them. As long as they pressed, they would laugh, and then pressed again, they would be hysterical. If you press a few more, you would get some strange mental illness. Unfamiliar environment phobia? Have you ever heard of this disease?

Ha, I guess the brains of those stupid Americans may not be as good as differentials! And Nick Fury, I even doubt whether his brain can perform four calculations! If I really make trouble, he would have died long ago! And that Alexander Pierce, I will strangle him to death with his intestines sooner or later! Remember to tell the damn Nick Fury that if he lets someone disturb my quiet life, I will lift his skull. That will not die, but it will be quiet for a while before S.H.E.L.D. repairs his skull."

Saying bad words from your boss always makes people happy. A few more relaxed topics made Agent Romanov relax again, and of course, delicious food also worked. "Are you ready?" Agent Romanov cut a small piece of the fruit syrup pie from the Salomon plate, put it in his mouth, and blinked quite playfully. Her emotions transformed very quickly, just like when performing a mission, and this was the result of mental fragmentation - every word she said was the truth in her perception, and the lie detector was useless to Natasha.

"You ask for my help, and it is impossible for you to not bring a gift. I know you, Salomon, and you will be ready for anything." Agent Romanov reached out, "Givea, little gentleman."

"Of course." The Secret Mage took a shoe box from the artificial man. He opened the box and inside it was a pair of suede heels decorated with simple bows. "Salvatore Ferragamo's high heels, with mulberry silk and viscose fabric, as well as cylindrical piping and water snake skin. This is your shoes, Natasha."

"How much did you spend?"

"Not much, one thousand four hundred dollars, I bought it on the roadside." said the Secret Mage. "Dollars are just pieces of paper to me, and I'm glad that the waste paper comes in handy."

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"You spent 1,400 dollars." Joan of Arc sat on a restaurant chair, wearing glasses, holding an account book and a pencil in her hand, drawing one by one. The Cheshire cat spread out on her knees, motionless, as if enjoying sleep. This stupid cat has fallen in love with that feeling since she went to have a spa. Salomon didn't know if the Cheshire cat likes soft music or nice aromatherapy, or simply likes to cover her eyes with cucumber slices. But anyway, after maintenance, its fur has become much brighter and it has become more and more likes to stick to Joan of Arc. It seems that it has forgotten who sent it to the pet hospital.

"What did you buy?" Joan of Arc pointed the tip of the pencil at Salomon, just like holding a stinging sword. Her question was as sharp as the stinging sword. Only Beyonetta was still sitting on the sofa watching the show - this is a common thing in this apartment, a family trivial matter for three people, and there was always one person able to watch the show.

"Gift." The Secret Master replied with a smile, "Gift Expenditure."

"What gift costs $1,400? I know you don't care about $, but that's my salary, the money I put into our fund of life!" Joan of Arc seemed a little angry, and her anger made the Cheshire Cat lying on her knee raise his head in confusion, and then licked her fingers.

"I paid the utility bill for this apartment, and neither you nor Seresa will care about these trivial matters!"

"My dear Joan of Arc, why don't you use my bank card? I don't even bother to count the numbers above. You know the password, and Beyonita and I have handed over the bank account to you to manage. In addition, I attended the community meeting. There is no other meaning, just mention it."

"That's your money!"

"It's yours. It's used to maintain my spending in secular society, but do you think I care? We are a family, which is what you said, and Beyonetta said, and I think so too. The family has to bear it together, so you can enjoy the US dollar in my account and spend whatever you want."

"That's right." Beyonetta fanned the flames, "The little guy is so generous, why don't you appreciate it?"

"You haven't married him yet, Seresa!"

"It's almost done, dear Joan of Arc, it's been the past ten years anyway. But we still want to hear what Athena thinks, what did she say to you?"
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