Chapter 727

"We went to buy Christmas presents. I know it's still a while before Christmas, but it's a good habit to prepare in advance, isn't it?" No one knew why the witch didn't like to wear a shirt when she was wearing a women's suit. The large smooth skin exposed outside really caught the eye. Salomon's eyes slipped from her perfect collarbone to the charming waistcoat line, all the way unimpeded. Joan of Arc prefers red, Bayonetta prefers black. To be honest, the colors they picked were pretty good, matching their eyeshadow and lipstick shades.

Given that a few years ago, witches still had a fashion concept that was five hundred years ago, it’s amazing that they can do this now. Salomon thought that he would never understand the delicate balance between women’s makeup and collocation in his life, let alone learn as fast as a witch in the fashion field. But this does not prevent him from using black and red as the main colors of the sisterhood, and using roses and lilies as design elements for power armor decoration. The original vision of the Sisterhood was to continue the knowledge of the Witches and continue the missions of Belleunetta and Joan of Arc. It's just that as time went by and the plan continued to evolve and improve, the Sisterhood eventually became the strike force of the Immortal City in the real plane, a team capable of precise delivery and strikes.

"Lovers need to be honest, this is an eternal way of getting along." Bayonetta's tone suddenly became a little gloomy. She pushed up her glasses, her pale gray eyes fixed on the gauze on the mystic's arm, as serious as a teacher who sees a naughty student. "So after I finished talking about my itinerary, shouldn't you tell me what's going on with your injury?" Her tone was very similar to that of a stern teacher waving a pointer. Originally, this role was supposed to be played by Joan of Arc, but this time Beunita was too impatient, so that she didn't properly allocate the role with Joan of Arc. The witch carefully inspected the wound with her fingers, "What else can Kama Taj do to hurt you? Look into my eyes, boy, not my chest."

Salomon unwrapped the bandage.

Dinah immediately took it by surprise, and carried out the confidentiality procedure on the bandage. The Mystic's DNA is the top secret of the Immortal City, and one of Dinah's main responsibilities is to make sure his genetic information remains private, so she takes care of all the housekeeping and fulfills that duty faithfully.

"It's just a sword fighting practice. I didn't use supernatural power, so I didn't undo the stigmata." The mystic felt the tingling sensation brought by the witch's fingertips. This was the prelude to flirting between the two, but this time the witch stopped him from reacting to this action with her eyes.

"I'm checking the wound."

"It's just a minor injury. If you guys come back a few hours late, my injury might heal."

As Salomon said, in a few hours, Hela's wound will heal. Frigga used the Vanaheim magic herb cultivated in the greenhouse, the alchemy potion of Karma Taj, and the self-healing ability of the stigmata. No matter how powerful Hela's "night sky" was, it couldn't stop the wound from healing.

"Don't try to lie to me, I can see how serious the injury is! How many hours? So that you can enjoy the women's high jump show? Or do you want to tell me that the magic power on the arm is not supernatural power?" Beunita crossed her arm and said angrily. As soon as she returned to the manor, Salomon switched the TV channel to a children's program, pretending to watch the glove puppet chatting on TV while pinching its throat. However, all of this can't be hidden from the witch, because she ordered the manor's TV channel, and specially prepared children's programs for children who might be pregnant in the future. She was, as she said herself, a family woman.

Even if not now, she is still studying hard.

"I've smelled this magical smell on you since the dark elves invaded. Tell me, is it that woman named Hela?"

Salomon glanced at the maid standing aside. Dinah stared at the burning fireplace, pretending not to hear anything with a deadpan face, as if the burnt bandages were worth taking time to pay attention to. The mystic did not expose his maid's cunning, as long as it didn't involve work, he was always easy to talk to. "Yes, the Venerable and I have arrangements for her." The mystic had no choice but to confess part of the truth, "It's just that the woman has been imprisoned on a planet for too long, and she is the only living creature on that planet, so she has become a little crazy now. Her spirit will return to normal only when she is fighting... The Venerable and I need her to return to normal, even if it is temporary."

"Then how long is this stupid sword fighting game going to go on?"

"Didn't we say we'd better not talk about Karma Taj's work?"

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

"We are not an ordinary family. After all, we are people fighting in iron and blood." The mystic smiled. Although the matter of Hella is important, it is a variable rather than a constant in Salomon's plan. If Hela was a very critical node, Salomon would not be so gentle with her. "I promise you, I won't give her another chance to hurt me next time. There won't be a next time, my dear, there shouldn't be blood in the safe haven."

The Immortal City is built under a thick rock formation, which isolates electromagnetic waves and sunlight. And in this heavily guarded city, the security level of the biological laboratory is even more strict. Praetorian Zero carried a suitcase and passed through more than a dozen layers of airtight steel doors. It wasn't until he got tired of the pale lights overhead, the winding passages, the monotonous concrete ceiling, and the never-ending identification checks that he reached the head of the biology lab. Instead of entering the laboratory, he met the biologist who had taken off his sterile lab coat in the living room outside the laboratory.

"This is the DNA sample of the Asgardians brought back by the monarch. It needs to be compared with Thor's DNA sample." The Praetorian Guard Zero handed the suitcase to Maya Hansen. "It needs to be recorded and cloned as a sample."

"Where do these things come from?" Maya Hansen was a little curious. Genetic information samples of 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 identity of the owner of this sample is not simple. It can definitely be called a member of the royal family.

"Could it be Loki's?" she asked. "Isn't Loki a frost giant?"

"This is the genetic information of the Asgardians, don't make a mistake. As for other information, I have no comment."

"Son, I know your genetic information very well. You were born by me and Salomon. You have no secrets from me." Maya Hansen said with a smile, "What's more, my authority allows me to pursue this matter. If I find our boss in person, do you think he will tell me something? Don't waste time, 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. She is far less interested in the sample than the boy in front of her, because Salomon's genetic information is far more peculiar than that of the Asgardians. It is like a huge treasure house, and it will be difficult to dig out thoroughly in a short while. "You used to come and go here frequently. Do you still remember the memory before the transformation? Please answer truthfully, I need a complete record. Only in this way can we create more qualified guards."

No. 0 of the Praetorian Guard had no expression on his face, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

"Please also conduct research as soon as possible, this involves another project."

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