The help of Bernita and Joan of Arc was finalized. Salomon only needed to report this matter to the Supreme Master and guaranteed it by the Supreme Master. He felt that the Venerable would not refuse such a thing. Although the enemies of the witches are generally creatures in the upper plane, if the devil is a demon, Madam Butterfly and Madam Styx have no objection to the devil, especially this matter is related to Mephisto. As long as he can slap the old devil in the face, there will be no objection to no demon.

After eating and drinking, the witches and Salomon squeezed on the sofa as usual, but this time Beyonita sat in the middle. The witch used spells to cover up their private conversations. Salomon could not hear anything. He could only hold Beyonita's soft feet covered in black stockings, rubbing them all at once, until the witch kicked him hard on his arm and then stopped. "You pinch me, stupid!" Beyonita threw him a look, "Are you still thinking about your female spy?"

"I'm just waiting for the call from SHIELD, it has nothing to do with the female spy." Salomon was helpless. He didn't expect that Beyonetta was so hostile to Natasha. Somehow, Joan of Arc also joined the ranks of staring at him, which was different from the past. "Well, but the one who called you was a female spy." Joan of Arc said, "And you bought her a gift, 1,400 dollars!"

"This topic is not enough, right?" The Secret Mage bent down, buried his face in the cat's stomach, and took a deep breath. His voice was dull, "That's a necessity in interpersonal communication, but the gifts given to everyone are different. The shoes are suitable for Agent Romanov (he deliberately did not call him a name).

"What about my gift?" Joan of Arc widened his eyes. "The last time you only brought gifts to Beyonetta."

"All-knowing Ago Motorcycle!" Salomon closed his eyes in pain. He covered his face, and moans kept coming from his throat. Beyonetta laughed and collapsed on Joan of Arc's thigh. "Who the hell can tell me what's wrong with this woman's brain?!"

"This is a woman, Boya." Beyonettara crossed Salomon so that the secret wizard could lean against her. "You will suffer in the future. You must know that I am not easy to mess with."

"Okay, okay." Even though the Cheshire cat fell on the carpet kept meowing, the Secret Mage's eyes were unwilling to open, but fortunately, the artificial human Dinah quickly picked up the cat, soothing the bad mood of the demon pet. Salomon said, "I lost to you, witches, it seems that this is my lifelong responsibility. Oh! The phone is coming!" The Secret Mage couldn't wait to pop up from the sofa and picked up the cell phone on the table. He pressed the connect button, listened silently for a while, and then hung up the phone.

"What's wrong? Found it?" Joan of Arc asked, stroking Beyonetta's long hair, pretending to be careless.

"The camera captured Johnny Blaze buying whiskey, bread and a large jar of peanut butter in a small supermarket in Eastern Europe. I really don't know how he communicated with others, and he didn't speak English there - probably." Salomon shook his phone in his hand, because what he heard from the receiver just now was just a brief version, and the detailed clues were sorted into documents and sent over. "The specific location of Johnny Blaze has not been determined yet. After all, there are not many cameras in that place. But according to the frequency of his purchase of alcohol, I think he might live a remote place, otherwise no one would have found him after so long."

The camera is more useful than the planetary defense system in this matter, because it is a bit weird from beginning to end. You know, the planetary defense system with the Ago Motorcycle Eye is extremely sensitive, and even the vampire's little magic can be detected, not to mention the spirit of revenge on the Ghost Rider. Every night, Johnny Blaze will transform into the Ghost Rider. Either he really controls the urge to transform, or someone is helping him cover the traces so that Kama Taj can discover him - no matter which one it is, just go and ask him.

"You're going now?" Beyonetta poked Salomon's thigh with her toes, because she saw that the secret wizard was already sorting out the things in the dimensional bag. The artificial human seemed to have received instructions. She ignored the protests of the demon pet and was putting the assassin cat costume on the Cheshire cat, who was getting fatter and fatter. The witch said, "It's still daytime now."

"Although it's easier to find something shiny after dark, I want me to go shopping in the local area first. At least Johnny Blaze is easier to communicate when he is awake, so I can ask who is helping him."

"I don't think he is sober during the day, the secret wizard." Joan of Arc pointed to the words on Salomon's phone and said, "A box of whiskey can be purchased once every three days. I don't think that people who drink too much will be awake. Maybe he has been poisoned by alcohol and his brain has been broken. When you find him, he might be picking up a bottle of wine on the side of the road to drink the wine."

"Then burn him once, burn only bones and drag them to the sun. The bones cannot preserve alcohol. I promise he will definitely wake up. I think I can judge how much whiskey he has drunk by the flames. The more he burns, the more he drinks, which is definitely a good idea. Hey, dear, if I encounter an enemy I can't beat, I will call you."

"Okay." Beyonetta stretched out her hand and waved her, "I will definitely protect my dear little guy, as long as he remembers to bring gifts to me and Joan of Arc. Remember to let Dinah bring that sword, the one you oil it every day."

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"I don't know what Romania speaks, dear Dinah." Salomon grabbed his face. The autumn in the northeast of the Balkans was dry and cool, but for Salomon, who was still in northern Europe, it was a bit too dry. He didn't know how Johnny Blaze came here, nor did he know whether S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.

Salomon hoped that a pair of big horns would grow on his head, which would be very easy to identify.

This is the border city of Slobozia, Romania, near Bulgaria. It is not a good place for tourism. All the buildings are extremely old. He and the costumes of artificial people have attracted some attention here. But it doesn’t matter, the people who may come to cause trouble have disappeared. There are people with no eyes everywhere, which is simply the underlying logic of the world, so the only trace they left in the world is the little blood stain left on the giant sword on the artificial people’s back.

Oh, and there were a few pistols and some bullets, but Salomon threw those things away too.

"Master, I don't know either."

"Then you tell me, how did Johnny Blaze come to the European continent?"

The artificial man tilted his head and thought for a while, "Maybe he was riding a motorcycle? Master, you mentioned his magic motorcycle."

"Did you cross the Atlantic Ocean on a motorcycle? This is a good idea, but the problem is that he will sink during the day and can only wait until night to float up again - if he brings enough plastic bottles." The secret wizard joked a little, but artificial humans didn't seem to understand this sense of humor, so Salomon's joke failed. He could only roll his eyes and signal the supermarket next to him with his chin.
Chapter completed!