"It's over?" Beyonetta asked.

There are very old movies on the TV in the living room. Salomon can tell at a glance that these movies are all loved by the witches, because whether it is "Roman Holiday", "Tiffany's Breakfast" or "War and Peace", the heroine is Audrey Hepburn. In a sense, the witches learn modern costumes by watching old movies. Unlike the minimalist trend of postmodernism, the witches prefer complex and elegant outfits. They not only do not look old-fashioned, but are very charming under their beauty. Salomon can ensure that the Hollywood elegant trend that the witches have in the previous world will never be outdated.

This made Wanda feel a little uncomfortable. She didn't expect that someone's taste would be older than her. However, the witches agreed to her suggestion to watch a family sitcom from the 1970s, which was still a very fresh thing for them.

"Yes, it's just a small thing." Salomon squeezed over and sat between Beyonetta and Joan of Arc.

Dinah set the lights down in time so that her owner could immerse herself in the world of movies. She did this to hide Constantine in the darkness. After all, a big golden man could attract the attention of guests wherever he stood. This was not a hospitality ceremony. The floor of this apartment was much thicker than that of other apartments. This was because during the time when the Witch and Salomon lived in the Oxfordshire estate, the walls and floors of the Witch apartment were decorated. The walls and floors were equipped with a layer of alloy plates to defend against shell attacks. Therefore, Constantine was able to walk around the apartment after putting on the power armor instead of stepping on the floor and falling downstairs.

"Is this butter popcorn? Is there any chocolate?"

"My master, the popcorn you want is here." Dinah gave Constantine a look, as if proud of his ability to meet all his master's needs. But the Guards were indifferent to this. He just stood silently in the corner, and the golden power armor reflected a glimmer of light. He held the long halberd in his hand, and screened all the surrounding things that might threaten the monarch's personal safety through the electronic eyes and display screen in his helmet. Salomon gave him initial permission from the intelligence department and asked the Guards to have their own intelligence network - whether they are from the tribes or nobles, the Guards' intelligence network must be independent of the existing intelligence department. Constantine knew that this was the monarch's backup, mainly used to deal with those not loyal Hydra agents and not loyal S.H.E.L.D.

He knew that almost all the people the monarch believed in were in this living room.

Konstantin knew that the monarch had formulated a plan to kill Wanda Maximov early, and this part of what he had to learn after putting on the power armor. He knew that he would deeply participate in the plan to kill Wanda Maximov. Konstantin knew Wanda Maximov very well, whether it was psychological or physical, and he had to learn to kill him in order to kill him with one blow.

Even so, this did not prevent Salomon from sitting on the sofa and having a great time talking to the witch who used Chaos Magic. He seemed to be sincerely treating her as a friend, teaching her and protecting her with his own feelings. The Guards could not imagine how rational it was to make such a judgment and what kind of psychological qualities could bear the pain of killing relatives and friends. He felt that the fatigue in the monarch's soul was hidden under the mask of laughter and toughness, and all his cherished mercy and compassion must be abandoned.

He had to do this, he had no choice. Let him enjoy the festival, Constantine thought.

"Wanda, which room do you like?" Beyonetta turned her head and asked Wanda who was sitting on the guest sofa.

Although Wanda has abandoned some restraint, she still seemed a little caught off guard against the witch's suggestion to stay overnight. However, at this moment, Beyonita quietly casts a spell and said to Salomon through her own thinking, "I have to go to get a necklace tomorrow morning, and the jewelry store will not close on Christmas. Joan of Arc will accompany me, so you can stay at home with Wanda. This poor girl now has almost no relatives. I really don't understand why the Avengers are worthy of Pitro's not to come and accompany her blood relatives."

Wanda obviously didn't notice the slight etheric ripples, and her attention was all else.

"Don't worry, we have all the daily necessities and laundry changes you need, and you can stay here for a few days."

Beyonita said, but her thoughts were saying another thing. Salomon didn't know why Beyonita mentioned this, but he always felt that the witch seemed to have other meanings in it. Suddenly inviting Wanda Maximov must be some reason why Salomon didn't understand.

So he chose to kiss the witch on the lips. Wanda blushed.

"It tastes like honey." He said this with his mouth. Salomon said to Wanda, "Don't be shy, Beyonita likes you very much. You can stay here like your own home. For you, there will never be anything like 'guests and fish, which will smell after three days'."

Joan Ar licked the syrup on his hands. If she hadn't put her feet on Salomon's thighs, she would have behaved like a noble lady. When Joan Arc was a child, her mother taught her etiquette. Although most of the witches were very rebellious, Joan Arc had always been proud of it. Maybe she still has royal blood, but no one can confirm it now.

"If you can shut up, little fool."

"Well, you can actually take advantage of this time to learn spells." The disliked secret mage re-issued the invitation. "Wanda, I haven't coached you for a long time, and some magic is best taught by female spellcasters. I believe Beyonetta and Joan of Arc are happy to help you. What's more, your praise for today's dinner made Dinah very happy. She wants to satisfy the guests' needs for deliciousness. Good things are, she rarely cooks for people outside of us."

"Okay..." Wanda hesitated and agreed.

In order to match what Salomon said, Dinah asked herself to make a pleasant expression and took out a Christmas cannon from the maid's pocket. With a slight explosion, colorful ribbons and cheap paper hats jumped out with a bang. However, these Christmas cannons were quietly used by Pique Jing and became completely prank toys, which no one expected.

The living room suddenly became lively.

Beyonita and Joan of Arc stood on the sofa, and they pulled out their pistols, shot one by one, and killed all the dolls they wanted to get close to. Salomon quickly pulled out his short knife and stabbed a Christmas cannon that was trying to pull his own. Dinah avoided the colorful ribbons and the toys that jumped around, and rushed over and asked Wanda what he wanted to use for breakfast, but the young witch was now busy taking off the paper hat that was making faces and singing Christmas songs from her head.

Constantine sighed quietly and waved her halberd to join the farce.
Chapter completed!