Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1459 Following Doctor's Orders (First Update)

When Laura Crawford finally arrived at the breakfast party in what she considered an outfit that was neither too casual nor too formal, the witches had already left the manor lord and Milia at the table, taking the red-haired witch and the mentally ill woman to the third drawing room for their usual morning wine. Soon they would depart to meet Athena from New York at the art museum in the afternoon, and then together visit the exhibition of the famous postmodern painter Vanessa. Laura Crawford watched as the manor lord, forking food into the girl's mouth, described in a calm, precise tone something she seemed to have heard of. "A living chocolate amphibian, Milia," the manor lord asked, "What should you do?"

Milia swallowed the excessively large piece of beef with difficulty. She thought about it seriously for a moment, "Shoot it! Or cut it with a knife!"

"That's my good girl. Don't forget that people who put this kind of stuff in their mouths should also be given a bullet."

"No parent in the world has ever encouraged their child to shoot a gun while reading the Harry Potter series!" Laura Crawford couldn't help but scoff. This interpretation was so absurd, it was almost comical. "It's a story about love, isn't it?"

"I think in Texas, children under 10 years old generally read this story with .22 caliber ammunition, those over 10 years old use 9mm caliber, and older children use .40 and .45 caliber ammunition. The caliber should be gradually increased, only in this way can we avoid wrist weakness and protect the bones and ligaments that are not yet fully developed."

"No, I meant... never mind." Laura Crawford waited for the maid to bring the food to the table while secretly glancing at the tall man seated at the head of the table. For some reason, she felt he seemed more approachable today, perhaps because his face held some human expressions. "You yourself possess magic, so why are you reminding Milia to be careful of magic? Are you going to shoot the fairy godmother when you're telling Cinderella's story?"

"If the Fairy Godmother is a bald black man with purple eyeshadow, then shooting a bed sheet stained with the vomit of a hangover from the Milky Way wouldn't do any harm to her health."

"This kind of joke is not suitable for a child like Milia," Laura Crawford pointed out. "It will make her a person full of hatred and discrimination."

"Trust me, this is appropriate." He looked at Laura with some curiosity. "You don't think Milia is my child, do you? She's special, which is why I adopted her. She's the child of her grandfather, who possessed a woman's body, and her father. She's destined for a bloody future, and I want her to be prepared before that happens."

Laura Crawford was stunned for a moment; she couldn't understand the sentence in such a short time.

"ha?"

“The reason I guided her to do this is because witchcraft is far more dangerous than firearms. Milia’s talent far surpasses that of most sorcerers in Kamar-Taj, second only to me, Bayonetta, Joan of Arc, and Wanda. Even I wouldn’t misuse extradimensional energy. No one should misuse this energy, and no one should delve into this dangerous knowledge. Some simple knowledge will help Milia develop a way to deal with the misuse of witchcraft.” He casually pulled a business card from his wallet, instead of having it float out of the open wallet like in novels. “This is from an antique dealer and appraisal expert I know. If you’re interested in going to Boston, you can meet her, and then you’ll know everything about this child.”

"Are you setting a riddle for me?" Laura Crawford, under Winston's disapproving gaze, took the business card with her bacon-smeared fingers. "Anna Hellstrom? What a strange surname. What kind of irresponsible hippie parents would name their child Hellstrom?"

"This is her blood relative, Anna Helstrom. They share the same blood; the genes of murderers and the mentally ill shaped their flesh and blood, and the nightmares of the devil molded their souls." He pointed at Milia, revealing part of the mystery without hesitation. His words were so merciless that the archaeologist looked at the girl in horror, fearing she might react to such a terrible assessment.

"This expert shares the same dilemma as Milia. Magical talent is not something to be envied; it's a complete curse. Talent develops from the most basic senses and pushes them to their limits, so the more powerful a person's talent, the more sensitive they are, and the more fragile their nerves, until their talent exceeds a certain threshold or they learn how to control it."

Laura Crawford looked at the little girl sitting quietly on his lap. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The manor owner wasn't as kind as her father, Richard Crawford. Although he showered her with affection, she could see the effects of the harsh training and dogma that didn't belong to her age. Fortunately, Milia didn't seem to be the kind of person he described as having neurotic symptoms, but this made Laura Crawford start to worry about the girl's intelligence and brain development.

"It sounds like superpowers. Does she have superpowers?"

"Superpowers are actually specific manifestations of the use of extradimensional energy, and all the supernatural phenomena you see are related to them. If you see heat vision emanating from my eyes, it's just because I'm demonstrating this ability to you, not because this is the only ability I possess." He laughed. "Milia will become a new generation of witches in the future. Her bloodline allows her to make contracts and control extradimensional spirits. She has this talent."

"You want to use this child?"

"She only has this one path to take, Laura. Otherwise, she'll face a future worse than death. Not everyone has the freedom to choose their own future; everyone must bear their own responsibilities. So-called choices are just choosing between something bad and something worse." He tapped the table. "Today you can choose to go to the London art exhibition with the witches and then talk to my foster mother about history. I mentioned your name to her; she appreciates your work. Believe me, you'll gain a lot if you make this choice. Of course, you can also keep pestering me until I'm willing to tell you everything about Milia, but you know I won't open my mouth; you'll just be wasting your time."

"Your foster mother must have been someone special, too?" Laura Crawford seemed to have some ideas. She figured that if the man before her had a foster mother, then the way he raised Milia must have come from that foster mother. "No one I know in this manor is ordinary. They're either witches who have lived for hundreds of years or mad prophets, and now even this seemingly ordinary child is exceptionally talented. Do you have any ordinary people around you?"

"The last time someone asked me who my foster mother was, I told them that I had just fed her a bundle of hay that morning, and that she had a beard... Yes, she's no ordinary person. You can get answers to many of the secrets of this world from her, provided she's willing to tell you. I think that's quite possible; she's always been fond of adventurers with a heroic spirit."

"And what about you?" She had barely finished asking when she saw the man beckon a maid to hand Milia, who was on his lap, to Dinah. Laura Crawford had expected to meet an old woman with a full head of white hair, but after following the witch off the plane and into the luxury limousine to the hotel, she realized she was completely wrong.

(End of this chapter)