"Loneliness is our greatest enemy, Wanda." Salomon said in a deep voice.

He stretched out his finger, and a piece of butter cake floated out of the portal and landed lightly on the tray. Then a piece of fruit cake and a piece of Browning cake. They came out like a train car, dancing and falling into his own small plate. Then there were candles of different colors and beautifully packaged candies. Flowers bloomed on the mottled walls, and the rusted water pipes were polished smoothly in an instant, the pale lights covered the warm and dim yellow, and the fairy tale-like breath filled the dilapidated cell.

He used illusion to build a virtual fairy tale kingdom.

"But with desserts, these are not problems!" The Secret Mage blinked playfully and took a fine enamel ceramic teapot. This was the night before the Avengers ended their investigation, and the night before the scheduled attack date, he did not discuss tomorrow's offensive plan with others. Even if the Venerable asked him to make sure the scepter could be returned to Asgard, he did not intend to participate in that boring battle, which was not his battle. "There was no lecture today, you have learned what to learn, and you have learned what not to learn. Don't recite spells, Wanda, now is the time to enjoy."

Wanda was very excited. She saw hope for revenge. She would face to face with the person who took the lives of her parents.

However, what made Wanda even more excited was that she was waving to her after seeing the peaceful life after revenge.

She smiled foolishly, repeatedly saying that she planned to open a clothing store and then send her brother to college or learn the skills of making cakes. It is not ruled out that these delicious foods brought her. She said this in the surround of desserts and candles, only Pitro himself was not interested. He poked the cream with a fork and then pulled out the bitten cutter from the mouth of the cream cake. The cycle was repeated, never stopping until the cake screamed faintly, and he cut it bored and ate it.

Since Wanda received the notification from Salomon and knew that the Avengers were about to launch an attack on this place, she had been saying the words about the future for many days. Since she could not rush to the top of the castle and vent his excitement into the bright night sky full of stars, then he had the only option to torture food.

The cunning brownie tried to take out a large cigarette from his stomach to bribe Pitro as a guarantee of pain, but the cigarette was quickly confiscated by the quick-eyed Salomon, and then slapped the brownie onto a plate - these sweets were made by the Scottish Isasons in the apartment, so Salomon did not hesitate to double the size of the goblins and poisonous mushrooms in the alchemy laboratory.

All the mushroom sauce was given to them just to make food that suits human body shape. The cute little goblins in floral skirts first danced together, then chatted and bargained for a while, and agreed to Salomon's request. From then on, the cat hair dropped by the Cheshire cats belonged to the Azshara goblins. They planned to knit a few sweaters before winter came so that they could spend this year's dangerous winter solstice.

Food made with goblin magic is not good. The shape of the food is exquisite, but they like chaos, as much as goblins, and like to cause chaos. Including Hokkaido cheesecakes that are now taking out a pistol made of cheese, shooting at each other. Each shot is a little lighter, and although it means the end of life, they still have a lot of fun fighting.

Salomon saw through the uneasiness of Maximov's brothers.

Although the hope of revenge is ahead, how can they ensure that they can accomplish this?

The dessert soothes their trepidation, trying to make them temporarily forget the upcoming battle with a pleasant sweetness.

"Will you fight with us against the Americans of the Avengers, teacher?" Wanda's question made Pitro prick up his ears. They longed to hear a positive answer from their mentors, but to their disappointment, Salomon shook his head without hesitation. Wanda's expression became visible to the naked eye, as if the sweet cake was no longer attractive to the girl.

"That's your battle, I have no right to intervene." Not that Salomon didn't notice their emotional changes, but he still whispered in a gentle tone of common use, "I have more important things to do."

"What can be happier than hitting Americans?" Pitro asked in confusion.

"Many. The world is big, not just a castle, a cell, or a country." Salomon looked at Pitro in the eyes meaningfully. Although Maximov was much older than him, he always showed ideas that only older people could have. "The world is facing threats, and great enemies will never stop their pace." He opened his hands, as if Maximov's vision was also expanding. "There is always something to be killed, and there is always someone to save. Compared to the innocent lives that are about to die, your revenge is not worth mentioning."

Wanda frowned. "This is hurtful, teacher."

"Yes, but that's the truth. When you end your revenge, you will face the real world." said the Secret Mage, "especially you, Wanda. The enemy is entangled with your destiny. The challenges you will face in the future are much more terrifying than what you will face tomorrow."

"So, tomorrow's revenge is very simple?" Pitro asked.

"Yes. Go to bed after eating the cake." Salomon stood up from the chair, "Remember to brush his teeth."

"Remember to brush your teeth and then have a good rest." After receiving a reminder, the boy sighed. He walked to the bathroom and cleaned his teeth as required, but the wound he had just cleaned still had a stinging pain, and he couldn't sleep at all. Although only half a year later, the boy's height growth rate far exceeded that of his peers, and his knowledge was the same. A few minutes ago, he was breathing the hot and poisonous air of the alien planet, using the spear of lightning to hunt huge rays migrating in the red desert. The next moment his prey was cut into two pieces, and the stinky blood and polluted sand all over his body. The boy let out a dissatisfied roar until he saw his master, and the anger of the prey being snatched instantly turned into joy.

"According to the standard time on Earth, you have a battle tomorrow." Salomon gave him a blunt order. The boy looked at him with expectant eyes. The secret wizard blinked and his smile soon bloomed on his face. "Is the alien ray delicious?" he asked, "I found traces of your use of fire. The locals more than a hundred kilometers away have traded fish skins and seasonings with you."

"It's not delicious, full of metabolites, probably to reduce the evaporation of water. I got full marks in biology class taught by Maya Hansen," the boy said with a smile. His voice was a little deeper than half a year ago, and his shaved hair was covered with dust. "They are very enthusiastic, but the seasonings are not very suitable for ordinary people on earth." He added, "I didn't go to big cities, where outsiders are not welcome. Primitive people who only use gestures but cannot speak can't get in."

"Given that your surgery has not been completed, it's already great that you can achieve such results in a week." The Secret Mage took the fish bone spear made by the boy through trade and hunting, "Including your weapons, this is a good spear throw."

"I prefer bomb guns." The boy said embarrassedly, "I accepted the help, it's nothing. Just put this race on the list of aliens that may coexist with humans. I hope this list will be longer."

“If they don’t want to…”
Chapter completed!