"We went to buy Christmas gifts. I know there is still some time before Christmas, but it is a good habit to prepare in advance, right?" No one knows why the witch doesn't like to wear shirts when wearing women's suits. Large and smooth skin exposed outside really attracts attention. Salomon's eyes slide from her perfect collarbone to the charming vest line, unimpeded. Joan of Arc prefers red, Beyonetta prefers black. To be honest, the colors they choose are quite suitable, which match their eyeshadows and lipstick colors.

Given that the witch's fashion concept was still five hundred years ago, it is quite amazing that they can do this now. Salomon believes that he will never understand the delicate balance between women's makeup and matching in his life, and it is even more impossible to have the witch's learning speed in the fashion field. But this does not prevent him from taking the two colors of black and red as the main tones of the sisters, and using roses and lilies as design elements for power armor decoration. The sisters' original idea was to continue the knowledge of the witch clan and continue the tasks of Bernita and Joan of Arc. However, as time went by, the plan continued to evolve and improve, and the sisters finally became the strike force of the Immortal City in the real plane, and became a team that could accurately cast and strike.

"Lovers need to be honest, this is an eternal way of getting along." Bernita's tone suddenly became a little gloomy. She pushed her glasses, staring at the gauze on the secret mage's arm with light gray eyes, as serious as a teacher who saw naughty students. "So after I finished talking about my itinerary, should you tell me what the hell is going on?" Her tone was like the strict teacher when waving the teaching stick. Originally, this role was played by Joan of Arc, but this time Bernita was too impatient to assign a role to Joan of Arc. The witch carefully checked the wound with her fingers, "What else can Kama Taj do you have to hurt you? Look at my eyes, boy, not my chest."

Salomon disassembles the bandage.

Dinah immediately caught up at an unexpected speed and carried out a confidentiality procedure on the bandage. The DNA of the Secret Mage is the highest secret of the Immortal City. One of Dinah's main responsibilities is to ensure that his genetic information is not leaked, so she will be responsible for all the housework and perform this responsibility effectively.

"It's just a sword fighting exercise. I didn't use supernatural power, so I didn't untie the holy marks." The secret mage felt the numbness and itchiness caused by the witch's fingertips. This was the prelude to the flirting between the two, but this time the witch stopped him from reacting to this action with his eyes.

“I’m checking the wound.”

"This is just a minor injury. If you come back a few hours later, my injury might be cured."

As Salomon said, in a few hours, the wounds left by Hela will heal. Friga used the Warnerheim magic herbs cultivated in the greenhouse, Kamataj's alchemy potion, and the self-healing ability of the Holy Scar. Even if Hela's "night sky" is powerful, it cannot prevent the wound from healing.

"Don't lie to me, I can see how serious the injury was! How many hours? Will you enjoy the women's high jump show? Or do you want to tell me that the magic on your arms are not supernatural powers?" Beyonita said angrily. As soon as she returned to the manor, Salomon switched the TV channel to the children's program, pretending to watch the gloves and dolls talking on the TV. However, all this cannot be hidden from the witch, because the manor's TV channel was ordered by her, and she prepared children's programs specifically for the children she might conceive in the future. As she herself said, she is a home woman.

Even if it is not now, she is still studying hard.

"I've smelled this magic stench on you when the Dark Elves invaded. Tell me, is it the woman named Hela?"

Salomon glanced at the maid standing beside him. Dinah stared at the burning fireplace with expressionless expression on her face and pretended not to hear anything, as if the bandages that had been burned to ashes were worth the time to pay attention. The Secret Master did not expose his maid's tricks. As long as it was not involved in work, he had always been easy to talk. "Yes, the Venerable and I have made some arrangements for her." The Secret Master had to confess some truth, "It's just that the woman has been locked on a planet for too long, and she is the only living creature on that planet, so she is now a little crazy. Only when fighting will her spirit return to normal... The Venerable and I need her to return to normal, even if it's temporary."

"Then how long will this stupid sword fighting game last?"

"Didn't we say we shouldn't talk about Kama Taj's job?"

"That's because you came home with your injuries this time!" Beyonetta was a little annoyed, "Work must be excluded from the family, this is what you promised!"

"We are not ordinary families, we are people who fight in iron and blood after all." The secret mage smiled. Although Hela's affairs are important, they belong to variables and extraordinary numbers in Salomon's plan. If Hela is a very critical node, Salomon would not be so gentle to her. "I promise you that I will not give her the chance to hurt me next time. There will not be another time. Dear, there should not be bloody smell in the safe haven."

The Immortal City is built under thick rock layers to isolate electromagnetic waves and sunlight. In this heavily guarded city, the security level of the biology laboratory is even more tight. Guard Zero carried a suitcase and passed through more than a dozen air-tight steel doors in succession. It was not until he began to get tired of the pale lights above his head, winding passages, monotonous and boring cement ceilings and endless identity verification that he arrived in front of the head of the biology laboratory. He did not enter the laboratory, but saw a biologist taking off his sterile laboratory suit in the living room outside the laboratory.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is the DNA sample brought back by the Asgardians by the monarch, which needs to be compared with Thor's DNA sample." Guard Zero handed the suitcase to Maya Hansen, "and it needs to be recorded and cloned as a sample."

"Where do these things come from?" Maya Hansen was a little curious. The genetic information samples of the Asgardians are not common. Thor's sample was obtained many years ago. Now, a sample that needs to be compared with Thor's genetic information is suddenly sent, which shows that the owner of this sample is not simple and can definitely be called a member of the royal family.

"Is it Rocky's?" she asked, "Is Rocky a Frost Giant?"

"This is the genetic information of the Asgardians, don't make any mistakes. As for other information, there is nothing to say."

"Child, I know your genetic information well. You have born yourself and the hands of Salomon. You have no secret to me." Maya Hansen said with a smile, "What's more, my authority can make me pursue this matter. If I find our boss myself, do you think he will tell me something? Don't waste your time and tell me something that only I can know. In addition-"

"—Do you still have memories of this place?" Maya Hansen stood up from the sofa in the living room and pointed to the passage outside. Her interest in the samples was far less interested in the boy in front of her, because the genetic information of Salomon was much more peculiar than that of the Asgardians. It would be difficult to dig thoroughly for a while. "You have been in and out of here frequently. Do you still remember the memories before the transformation? Please answer truthfully, I need a complete record. Only in this way can we create more qualified guards."

The Imperial Guard Zero had no expression on his face, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!