When the orange-red afternoon sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and illuminated the Italian sofa in Wanda's high-rise apartment in Manhattan, the Maximov siblings reunited again. The distance from the Avengers base to Manhattan was not a long one in Pietro's eyes. He just made an excuse to buy candy and disappeared from Agent Hill's surveillance. Little did he know that the vending machines in the base were all kinds of things. Candies can also be taken unlimitedly with permissions.
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This meeting was not as tense as before, but instead returned to the atmosphere of a long-lost family gathering. The two Maximovs forgot about the City of Decay and the Avengers.
Wanda mentioned the use of magic and cooked a meal for Pietro so that her brother could see her progress beyond magic. Pietro expressed concern about this. As far as he knew, Wanda’s only dining experience was a French chip shop opened by foreigners. In order to get that position, Wanda had to work as both a cashier and a chef. The only thing she learned was how to Apart from taking the change from the cashier and not being noticed, I just left the French fries in the frying pan for a long time. Any cooking experience after leaving the castle was a challenge for her, especially after learning alchemy from Salomon. Pietro was even more worried that she would throw some magic herbs into the pot. After all, she had heard Salomon tell her about it. Teach which herbs can be used in cooking.
Although he was still smiling stupidly, he didn't know that it would determine the outcome now, which gave him a new understanding of the so-called fate. Pietro glanced at the dangling earring hanging from Wanda's earlobe. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry made of gold and ruby. If anyone could explain it, he would know where it came from. It’s the same origin as this apartment, these furniture, and even Wanda’s clothes.
After looking around and repeatedly confirming that only Wanda lived alone here, he breathed a sigh of relief. And they mind the relationship between Salomon and Wanda, but the information they know shows that Salomon is already a partner, and the silly sister's wishful thinking will only arouse resentment. I planned to find an opportunity to talk to Wanda about this matter, but today, when we were on a mission together a few days ago, I accidentally said the wrong thing, and Wanda's face became quite ugly. At family gatherings today, happy things must be mentioned.
"This skullcap is an herb. Excuse the stew, Pietro, this is a dish learned by the mystics of Kama Taj. I tasted it once and it tasted wrong. This fig, I plan to make a salad. Figs are also a magic ingredient, Touching randomly.”
Hearing Wanda say this, Pietro panicked a little. Especially when he saw Wanda's baked bread and exquisite landscape and figure paintings, the fairy tales he had heard as a child surged from the depths of his mind. The younger sister now appears to be an ordinary person, but the witch in the fairy tale looks exactly like Baba Yaga! If you mix such magical herbs together, you will definitely turn them into a teapot or tableware after eating them! Pietro knew that his superstition had transcended regions and copyrights, from Slavic fairy tales to Western European fairy tales, from folk tales to Disney. He rolled his eyes and tried to find a topic to divert his sister's attention so that he could use his super speed to throw those things from the balcony.
"Maybe we should eat barracuda."
"You can resurrect the barracudas you bought from the supermarket and put them back. I can guarantee that the barracudas will fulfill any wish. So superstitious, brother." [Note 1]
"Okay, let's change the topic. Speaking of which, are you proud of us for digging up mysteries from hundreds of years ago, my sister? We found the photos of the Poleleri Haunted House! Although we only took a walk by the river, Still did it!”
"We finally called the police." Wanda raised her head and concentrated on taking the blanched meat out of the pot for later use. It was exactly the kind of proud expression Pietro wanted to see. "We solved this matter. We just did It’s a little something.”
"But the skeleton was dug up! Have you forgotten? His shoes are soaked!" Pietro pretended to walk to the pot casually. He folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, his face full. I quietly tried my abilities, and then I was very sure that I could do that.
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The pot was burned, because the speed of heat transfer to the fingers was slowed down by his super speed. The physics books in Salomon Castle let me understand the principles, but I just wanted to try the theory first to see if I was wrong - I would definitely be superstitious about books. This reflects the liberal spirit of disdain for authority, and it is nothing more than a sense of trust in knowledge learned from books rather than from reality because it has never been practiced in physics. Until Salomon's discovery, he only received the most basic general education, and almost all his experiences were learned from life. If Wanda's persuasion and the kind-hearted people she met, she might not be able to get access to books, and then she would become a standard illiterate in a war-torn area.
"If my superpower can do this, this matter will never be solved."
"With my superpower, I dug up the skeleton and ran to the town to call the police, and at the same time, I took the priest away so that we could forget about it." Wanda said with a smile. She picked up the knife and started cutting the vegetables. The sound of the sharp kitchen knife cutting into the chopping board gave Pietro goosebumps, just like that time when he stood in a shallow river and slowly dug out the vegetables from the sand with his hands, which almost broke at the touch of a touch. Like a skeleton. I have seen dead people, and the Sokovia incident happened. No matter how hard I try, I will still find the rescue situation. However, just seeing it and touching it with my own hands are not exactly the same concept, let alone the dead people from seven hundred years ago.
Pietro shuddered again at the thought.
The witch curled her lips happily. She breathed quietly and lifted her carefully trimmed forehead hair to express her feelings. "The pastor's expression when he came from the church was so ridiculous! I prayed several times and thought that people could speak so fast."
"The magic of hope messes with the brain and will leave sequelae later."
"Compensation has been given. All the paranormal enthusiasts in London will gather in the chapel to buy the book that was made up. It was a masterpiece that only the two of us bought before, Pietro."
"Speaking of which, what happened to the skeleton?"
"The skeleton has been burned under surveillance, so I don't have to worry about evil spirits coming to the dreamland."
"Ghosts, are you sure you are afraid of this kind of thing? Should you be worried about this kind of thing? Oh...witch!"
"Witch, you are brothers, of course you know what you are thinking." The witch snorted, "Withdraw your hand from the snake meat to disturb the cooking, and you are guaranteed to die after eating it. If you touch the pot again, you will turn into a mouse. And then the world got a mouse with superpowers.”
Pietro was filled with despair about the future.
[Note 1] From "The Wise and Foolish Yemeliya"
Chapter 698: Superstitious Fairy Tales (Second Update)
