Chapter 702 Superstitious Fairy Tale (Second)

When the orange afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows and hit the Italian sofa in Wanda's Manhattan high-rise apartment, the Maximoffs were reunited again. The distance from the Avengers base to Manhattan is not too long in the eyes of the trained Pietro. He just found an excuse to buy candy and disappeared from Agent Hill's surveillance. Little did he know that there were actually vending machines in the base. There are all kinds of candies, and he can take them unlimitedly with his authority.

Stark will try to use money to make like-minded friends comfortable.

This meeting was not as tense as last time, but returned to the atmosphere of a long-lost family gathering, and the two Maximovs were left behind about the Immortal City and the Avengers.

Wanda offered to cook Pietro a meal without using magic, so that his brother could see his progress outside of magic. Pietro expressed concern about this. As far as he knew, Wanda's only dining experience was in a chip shop opened by a foreigner. Except for how to get the change from the cash register without being discovered, the only thing is how long the French fries have to stay in the frying pan. Every cooking after leaving the castle is a challenge for her, especially after learning alchemy from Salomon, Pietro is even more worried that she will throw some magic herbs into the pot, after all, he heard it with his own ears Salomon taught her which herbs can be used for cooking.

At that time, he was still laughing foolishly, but he didn't know that the current ending was decided that day, which gave him a new understanding of the so-called fate. Pietro glanced at the dangling earring on Wanda's earlobe. It was fine jewelry made of gold and rubies, and he knew where it came from without anyone telling him. The same source as the apartment, the furniture, and even Wanda's clothes.

He looked left and right, and after repeatedly confirming that there was only trace of Wanda's life here, he was relieved. He doesn't mind Salomon dating Wanda, but the information he knows shows that Salomon already has a partner, and the wishful thinking of the silly sister will only cause resentment. He planned to find an opportunity to talk to Wanda about this matter, but not today, when he accidentally said something wrong when performing a mission together a few days ago, Wanda's face became quite ugly. Today is a family gathering, there is no need to mention unhappy things.

"This is skullcap. It's a herb. Don't bother me with the stew, Pietro, it's a dish I learned with the mystics of Kama Taj. I tasted it once, and it tastes good. Here's the fig, and I'm going to give it to you Make a salad. Figs are also magic ingredients, so don't touch them."

Hearing what Wanda said, Pietro was a little flustered, especially when he saw that there were exquisite landscape paintings on the bread baked by Wanda, the fairy tales he had heard when he was a child came out of the back of his mind. Now his sister is no ordinary person, but a witch from a fairy tale, just like Baba Yaga! With so many magical herbs mixed together, he might turn into a teapot or tableware after eating it! Pietro didn't know that his superstition had crossed regions and copyrights, from Slavic fairy tales to Western European fairy tales, and from folk tales to Disneyland. He rolled his eyes, trying to find a topic to divert his sister's attention, so that he could use his super fast superpower to throw those things off the balcony.

"Maybe we shouldn't eat barracuda."

"I'm not going to revive a barracuda I bought from the supermarket and put them back. I guarantee the barracuda won't grant any wishes. Don't be so superstitious, brother." [Note 1]

"Okay, let's change the subject then. Speaking of which, aren't you proud that we've unearthed a centuries-old mystery, my sister? You've found out the truth about the haunted house of Polly Ledori! Although You just took a walk by the river, but you still did it!"

"We finally called the police." Wanda did not look up, but concentrated on taking the blanched meat out of the pot for later use, without the proud expression that Pietro wanted to see, "This matter is not ours." Solved, we just did a little thing."

"But I dug up the skeleton you want! Have you forgotten? My shoes are soaked!" Pietro pretended to walk to the pot inadvertently. He folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, his face full of dissatisfaction. He quietly tested his abilities, and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't get burned by the pot, because his speed superpower slowed down the heat transfer to his fingers.

The physics books brought by Salomon when he was in the castle allowed him to understand the principles. He just wanted to test whether the theory would go wrong—he would never be superstitious about books. This is not because he has a liberal spirit that despises authority, but because he has never practiced physics and has a natural distrust of learning from books rather than from reality. Until the appearance of Salomon, he only received the most basic general education, and almost all his experiences were learned from life. If it weren't for Wanda's persuasion and the kind-hearted people he met, he might not have been able to get in touch with books, and then he would completely become a standard illiterate in a war-torn area.

"That's not what my superpowers are for. Without you, this matter would never have been resolved."

"The function of your superpower is to go to the town to call the police after digging up the skeleton, and bring the pastor here by the way to make him forget about our visit." Wanda said with a smile. She picked up the knife and started cutting vegetables. The sound of the sharp kitchen knife cutting on the cutting board made Pietro's goosebumps, just like when he was standing in the shallow river, slowly digging out those vegetables from the sand with his hands. Almost like a skeleton that shatters when touched. It's not that he has never seen dead people. When the Sokovia incident happened, no matter how hard he tried, the rescue would not be timely. However, just looking at them is not the same concept as touching them with his own hands, not to mention that it was seven hundred years ago of the dead.

Thinking of this, Pietro shuddered again.

The witch raised the corners of her mouth happily. She quietly blew upwards and lifted her carefully trimmed forehead hair to express her mood. "When the pastor was brought out of the church by you, his expression was so ridiculous! He prayed several times. I can't imagine that someone can speak so fast."

"I hope your magic won't leave a lingering aftermath of messing with his brain."

"I've made it up to him. Paranormal buffs all over London will flock to his chapel to buy his made-up book. We might have been the only ones who bought his masterpiece before that, Pietro."

"Speaking of which, what happened to that skeleton?"

"The skeleton has been burned under surveillance, so you don't have to worry about evil spirits coming into your dreams."

"Ghost, are you sure I'm afraid of this kind of thing? Shouldn't you be worried about this kind of thing? Oh...you're a witch!"

"I'm a witch, we're still brothers and sisters, of course I know what you're thinking." The witch snorted, "Retract your hands from the snake meat and don't disturb my cooking, I promise you won't die after eating it. If you touch my pot again, I will turn you into a mouse, and then there will be a mouse with super powers in this world."

Pietro is full of despair for the future.

[Note 1] From "Emeria the Wisdom and Fool"

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