Chapter 642 The Road of Witches (Part 1)

This is indeed a penthouse, but it is much more luxurious than the average penthouse.

The small balcony, which is not too big, is composed of three slender and exquisite marble Ionic columns and an elegant curved vault on the outer edge. The curly vortex gives people a relaxed and lively beauty. Obviously, the apartment was decorated with the gender of the occupants in mind, and Wanda knew whose idea it was. The floors of the sunlight and the living room are covered with smooth black and white marble tiles, the joints are so small that a piece of paper cannot even be inserted. The yoga mat is rolled up and set aside, waiting for the sun to hit the balcony. It’s her third week in the apartment, and she’s already bought a few cropped gray sports bodysuits that flatter her figure. Her favorite thing so far is waking up in the morning light, stepping onto the balcony, tasting a delicious breakfast made by invisible servants, overlooking Manhattan, and exercising in the morning rush. Wanda was content to watch Salomon work under the warm light of the balcony and the gorgeous afterglow of the gray-red city skyline.

It doesn't take too long to transform from a country girl in Eastern Europe to an urban beauty in New York. She quickly adapts to this life. In addition to Pietro who often comes to see her from running, Agent Natasha Romanoff is also in this apartment. A frequent visitor to The Avengers, and the events of the Avengers didn't bother her too much. Salomon helped her buy a restaurant and a clothing store in Manhattan as her future source of income. She wanted to open restaurants and clothing stores in the past, and now her dream has come true.

Salomon set up a delicate and small charcoal stove, summoned small fire elements to light the fire, greased the pan, and cut beef and mutton, lobster, onions, carrots and other ingredients with a sharp knife. The tulle curtains of the white floor-to-ceiling windows fluttered slowly in the summer breeze, and a few crimson afterglows on the gray skyline sprinkled on Salomon's hair. The warm wind lifted her hair, and Wanda took a deep breath, letting the summer night's drunkenness fill her body. She couldn't help laughing.

This is her ideal life, nothing could be more perfect than now.

Such a life is too good to be true.

Salomon had promised to have dinner with her tonight, and she had prepared the ingredients before his arrival. Fatty charred flavors are mouth watering, and the steak comes out of the oven with a nice charred layer and a crispy shell. "This is Provence spice." The mystic moved his fingers, and one of the countless bottles and jars in the kitchen's rotating spice rack jumped to his side, "We can try the lamb after tasting the grilled lobster and roast beef." Pai, this is a delicacy I learned in France, and you will definitely like it. Compared to directing invisible servants to cook, I prefer to do it myself."

"Rosemary, hyssop, thyme, fennel seeds, sage, tarragon, and maybe a little citrus peel." Wanda opened the lid of the seasoning bottle and carefully identified the composition of the seasoning. She sniffed lightly, and smelled many herbs that she had identified and studied, which lifted her tired spirit after a shopping trip not long ago.

"I love this dressing, sweet woody aroma. Oh, and maybe a little basil!"

"Exactly, Wanda, you are very talented. Many magical herbs are seasonings themselves, and learning to cook is learning herbalism. First wipe the lamb chops, and then marinate them with Provence spices. I will prepare black pepper mashed potatoes, The lamb chops can be put into the oven after frying for a while. I will teach you how to make the sauce." Salomon looked at Wanda who was leaning on the white sofa of postmodern simplicity. He doesn't like this overly simple decoration style. There is no crystal chandelier, no mistletoe, and no brown leather soft chair and dark wallpaper. In the fireplace camouflaged with mortar, the electronic screen is dancing with orange-red flames.

Only the alchemy table he arranged by himself could satisfy him, although it didn't look much different from a chemical laboratory.

"I suspect you graduated from Hufflepuff, Salomon."

"I didn't know you watched Harry Potter!" the mystic laughed. Wanda took over the job of marinating the lamb chops. She preferred to use this simple and direct method to prepare the lamb chops compared to those machines in the kitchen that had thick instructions and were unknown in use and would only appear in the kitchens of Michelin restaurants. food. Salomon is full of interest in those novel machines like a big boy. The salmon ice cream he made last time was not popular, which made the mystic sad for a long time—at least on the surface. Then he experimented with many strange machines Weird food.

"It's a pity that our world is not so pure. Beings stronger than the Dark Lord abound, and that is the enemy we will face. But this does not prevent us from enjoying the present. Oh, you really don't intend to look at your cabbage Meatloaf? I feel like I'm going to burn."

Wanda opened the lid of the pot in frustration, and the misty white steam rushed straight to her face, as if she was in a steam room.

During the time when the charcoal fire was lit, the viscous tomato juice in the pot was almost dry, accompanied by a slight burnt smell. She carefully inserted the tongs and flipped the cabbage roulade. "One of the meat rolls was burnt. I wrapped it too thinly, but the stuffing should be done. I could smell the onions." She was as annoyed as a cat who found out that her tail wasn't very obedient. This is her hometown dish prepared carefully, and now it seems that she is not doing well. "Perhaps I can solve this problem with magic."

"It's no big deal. Don't try to solve everything with magic, Wanda, that's not what a spellcaster should do."

"You don't understand," Wanda said dejectedly.

"I really don't understand, but that doesn't stop us from eating the poor cabbage roulade. I believe it should taste good." The mystic clapped his hands, "Let's enjoy today's dinner, and we'll have dinner tonight." We need to explore on the Witch Road!"

The Witch's Way is a very special dimension, a branch leading to great magic. Like all outer dimensions of the astral world, it is a place that cannot be accurately described in words. Time has no meaning in the witch's path, and people from the past and people from the future will meet under the impetus of fate. Wanda Maximoff now accepts knowledge about it that is far deeper and more dangerous than what she learned in the castle - in order to explore her origins and deconstruct herself on a soul level , tapping her own strength without outside help. Salomon and Wanda are also created creatures, their souls are similar in some respects, deconstructing Wanda is also deconstructing Salomon himself.

It's inevitable that good spellcasters will pay their bills in time, and so will Wanda's future. Before that, she needs to understand the nature of her own magic, and then understand all outer dimensions like a mystic. This is a secret research process, except for the two of them and His Holiness, no one knows what kind of dangerous actions they are doing.

Because this is very likely to touch the origin of their respective magic. What Wanda came into contact with was Sithorne, and what Salomon came into contact with was the ancient god outside this universe, the creator of Gnosticism, the origin of all the gods, stronger than Asgard and Bivisandi . Those names alone are enough to scare a group of spellcasters to death, and contacting them is even more dangerous.

The silver key, the last guarantee on the road of exploration.

Better to get into another debt or suffer mental pollution than die.

Ask for a ticket!

The content of this chapter is recreated based on the personal magazine of "Scarlet Witch".