Wanda yawned and walked into the restaurant with the bodies of Santa Claus and reindeer dolls. The broken plastic toys hidden in the carpet hit her feet, making her wake up suddenly. Vinyl records hummed the theme songs of outdated Hollywood movies over and over again, and the warm air was filled with an old film smell.

She wore a thick cotton pajama with strawberry patterns, which looked very compatible with her hair color. Before going to bed last night, she was surprised to find that the toiletries in her bathroom were exactly the same as the brand she used. Most of the toiletries she used when she moved into the penthouse were purchased by her and Salomon, but she didn't expect that Salomon could remember her preferences. The concern from others touched Wanda, especially after Pitro had some other ideas and abandoned the path he chose for him, the two Maximovs had to go in the opposite direction. The same smell helped her sleep peacefully on the strange pillows, so that when she walked out of the room she didn't even realize that she was no longer in her apartment.

She was still a little confused when she opened her eyes until the aroma of oil, sugar and tea entered her brain.

"Hurry up, don't let Dinah's fried bacon be cold." The secret wizard sitting on the soft chair called Wanda to sit beside him. He held a newspaper, and the black tea with sugar in the ceramic cup in front of him burst into a charming fragrance. Seeing Wanda wake up, Salomon covered the third page of the Sun with no attention. Dinah, wearing high heels, held the plate and quietly walked to Wanda to put down the plate. This intimate service made the little witch panic again. After all, she had never received the service of a servant, and even after yesterday's dinner service, she could not adapt to this intimate attitude.

"When you finish your breakfast, we can start training," Salomon said.

"Where are your...girlfriends (plural)?" Wanda asked.

"They went to get customized jewelry, and I arranged for sisters to protect them. Although they didn't need protection, there would be less trouble for someone to help." Salomon said lightly. He was not a suitor who had never cut off the witch, but after all, whether it was shooting or chopping in the street, it was a bit inhumane, and it was more convenient to bomb directly with a bazooka. "They will come back before lunch time." He said, "When you complete the course, you still have to learn scientific knowledge. If you have time to think about what major you want to study, my recommendation is mathematics and classical literature. After all, your Latin course has been almost done."

"Does every magician go to college?" Wanda asked with a smile.

She had known this was a negative answer, because during her time in Kamataj, she came into contact with some secret mages. Not all of them came from prestigious schools, and the few secret mages like Salomon who have degrees in secular universities are the few.

Salomon wrinkled his nose. "I don't care about other people. The uselessness of reading is really stupid. Those who believe in this statement are even stupid." He alluded to Pitro's stupid behavior. He didn't say it directly because he didn't want the matter between Maximov's blood relatives to affect Wanda's mood. "Reason and knowledge are always important, right?"

"My Lord!" The sound of heavy objects falling on the floor suddenly sounded and approached quickly. The imperial guards in golden armor walked into the apartment in a meteor. The crimson robe was filled with strong wind, like a tank moving forward at full speed, like a heavy hammer suddenly swung. Constantine's voice was anxious, "An emergency situation, communication from Kama Taj."

"Say." Salomon put down the newspaper, and his expression changed from brisk to seriousness.

"Upper plane creatures began to appear in small quantities in New York," Constantine said. "The New York Temple has taken urgent measures, and the Temple Deacons have gone to the shallow ether plane to observe the situation."

Salomon closed his eyes and released his feelings.

Wanda also did the method he taught. She felt something hot was wandering over New York, constantly making harsh cry like a baby. This was a body composed of thoughts, a spiritual body formed by extreme emotions. Wanda could not bear the torture of the straight prick of the brain and quit the state of concentration that the caster should have maintained. Salomon saw more, and he was familiar with this feeling because he had encountered such an enemy more than once.

Logically speaking, these creatures should have fallen apart and then been swallowed up by the surging star planes, or they were completely extinct because they could not produce new angels and were constantly hunted by witches. But now the creatures appearing over New York have broken his conjecture, and invisible things that cannot be seen by the naked eye are constantly gushing out.

Perhaps it was because of a church that held the Christmas Mass that the birdman, who had originally wandered in the shallow ether, found the direction to the real world. Those creatures have not yet possessed their true form, which is the only thing worth comforting.

Damn foolishness, superstition that should be cursed thousands of times!

Salomon used his secret technique to scan the city, trying to figure out that this was an unexpected phenomenon caused by an ordinary tide in the Sea of ​​Soul, or a premeditated attack. His eyes followed the witch's footsteps. It was obvious that both Beyonetta and Joan of Arc realized that something was wrong, and they all raised their heads and looked at the sky to find traces of their mortal enemies. They had not killed themselves for a long time. Beyonetta raised his head and smiled on his face, which was blocked by the wide white wide-brimmed hat. Joan of Arc even started the motorcycle with a try, intending to crush the first enemy he found.

The witches noticed Salomon's gaze, and Beyonetta greeted his secret eye.

"What is that?" Wanda asked gasping.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Angel, there is no good thing." Salomon curled his lips and opened the eyes of the real world. "These guys are so suitable. Today is Christmas! Are they planning to come to the real plane to give gifts today? I don't think their wings can be stuffed into the chimney, let alone they don't wear hats."

"My Lord, I can talk about the joke later." Constantine wore a helmet and couldn't see her expression. "Kama Taj asked if you could help solve this problem... Yes, you heard it right, you were asking. Today's temple guardian is Master Daniel."

"Old guy, I only know how to please me now." Without Wanda's nervousness, Salomon stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth. Whether it was a premeditated attack or an emergency, the angel that suddenly appeared had only a few small characters. Even Kama Taj was just investigating the cause, not taking action directly. It was the source of the matter that Kama Taj should do.

"Maybe this is just some angels left over. I've told Beyonita and Joan of Arc that they can kill as much as possible, believe me, they like it." He said, "Constantine, see if my armor is repaired? At the same time, make sure your armor is sufficient, we may have to fight side by side. Wanda, are you interested in having a practical course?"

First, it was like millions of bees, and then it was submerged in the music played by the store, and no one cared about it. Until the store window glass began to tremble, the gorgeous jewelry trembled like a heart, and the noise of industry and flames covered the cheerful and light festive atmosphere, only then did someone look up at the place where the sound was made - a gray fighter jet was flying towards the direction of Fifth Avenue.
Chapter completed!