Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 646 The Female Spy's Teachings (First Update)

"I know what you're thinking." Natasha Romanoff placed a carton of eggs into the cart, next to Wanda's breakfast cereal, milk, and bacon rolls. Compared to high-end ingredients delivered to her door, Wanda preferred these more down-to-earth things. With Natasha's help, the little witch was gradually getting used to life in New York and was even preparing afternoon tea and breakfast for the next morning. The sorceress didn't know which shampoo was suitable for which hair type, what kind of cosmetics and skincare products were suitable for Wanda, and even less about how girls should do their makeup. These were things Natasha needed to teach her; she was the most suitable person.

"You're thinking, 'Should I accept his rules? If I don't, will he hate me?'" Wanda pretended to look at the gummy bears on the shelf, but Natasha knew she was listening, because the witch's ears were already bright red. Clearly, being caught in her little scheme made her very shy. Compared to the interrogators she had faced before, Wanda had absolutely no experience in feigning emotions. Ever since Jia Ying was captured, Wanda's mood had been terrible, and Natasha had taken the opportunity of acting as the interrogator to have more interaction with Wanda.

"Wanda, you don't need to be so afraid." The agent smiled as he approached the witch. "I think if you can access the internet, you'll find a bunch of articles about 'women not needing to blindly follow men.' Just do as they say. Salomon doesn't want to raise a puppet."

How did you know what I was thinking?

“I’m S.H.I.E.L.D.’s best spy. I can read minds without magic. I can even read things from your expressions.” Natasha blinked. She took the gummy from Wanda’s hand. “Sweetie, you don’t need these supplements yet. Your skin is great, you don’t need too much right now. He is indeed very charming, but did you know he’s married… even without the ring, he’s always said so, ever since I met him. So if you have any other ulterior motives, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

Wanda's face turned deathly pale.

At the same time, a terrible emotion quickly welled up within her, like a mosquito larva in stagnant, dirty water. The dark whispers returned, and she felt her fingers grow cold, a jolt of pain shooting from her forehead to the back of her head like an electric current. Her teeth clenched involuntarily. Calm down, calm down, Wanda controlled her breathing, trying to banish this force that was disturbing her mind—a technique Salomon had taught her to maintain focus while casting spells and avoid magical backlash. If she let her emotions run wild, she would be no different from those country prophets whose brains had been fried by magic.

"Who is it? Can I know who that person is?"

“The witch, I’ve seen her a few times.” Natasha recalled Bayonetta’s astonishing performance during that demonic mission, and the gigantic female demon that appeared on the horizon—a sight enough to trigger megalophobia. Wanda’s emotional shifts didn’t escape her notice, and Natasha gave her an encouraging squeeze of her hand. “To be honest, the first meeting wasn’t a pleasant memory. The aftershocks of the battle alone destroyed a S.H.I.E.L.D. airborne command transport,” she said. “Even their enemies, those gigantic demons, are beyond human capabilities.”

"Is it beautiful?" That wasn't what Wanda was interested in.

"I hate to admit it... yes, both men and women are captivated by her. Just like Salomon, she's an extremely charismatic sorceress." Natasha sighed. "It's said that sorcerers like them can live for many years and maintain their youth. But I'm still a little unsure which one is Salomon's wife, the white-haired one or the black-haired one?"

"Anyway, I'm just a country girl..." A stocker passed by on the other side of the shelf, and Natasha and Wanda both paused their conversation. Only after the slow-moving old man in the blue supermarket jacket had gone far away did the witch voice her question to the agent. "Wait, two witches? You mean, he has two wives?"

"This is a very serious accusation, so I think there should only be one. But both witches present were behaving intimately with her. Damn it, I shouldn't have told you this! Don't do anything foolish, Salomon's emotions are beyond our comprehension. Don't do this, you'll only hurt yourself..." Wanda ignored Natasha's advice. She put the VITAFUSION Lady nutritional supplement gummies back into the cart, a certain excitement driving the whispers from her mind.

She proudly raised her head: I am a witch too! I will live for many years! I will have a family, and I will achieve my dreams!

Seeing that she couldn't stop Wanda, Natasha sighed again.

Do you really want my advice?

"certainly!"

"You have no idea what trouble you've gotten yourself into, Wanda. Following Salomon means going against the whole world and dying with his ambitions. You have no idea how many people in this world want to kill him. To protect you, he's already arranged for several agents to follow you whenever you go out. They can silently eliminate almost anyone who might disturb your life, and they've already done it. If you can tolerate this kind of life... you can seduce him, sleep with him, but whatever you do, don't fall in love with him," Agent Romanov said earnestly. "I don't know if you can control yourself, but you need to know that Salomon has very little personal emotion left; all that's left is idealistic fuel. Getting too close will burn you. You hesitate even to kill, let alone stay by his side. I've also said that you don't need to change your principles."

Wanda looked at her suspiciously. Left with no other choice, Natasha lowered her voice again.

"Just go to bed with him. I believe he can give you a great experience. If he hadn't been a minor when I first met him, I would have done it already! Dark eyes, soft, long, curly black hair. Oh boy! You can't imagine how cute he was back then!"

"Do you have a photograph?" The witch's eyes lit up.

"Of course, I secretly saved this." Natasha took out her phone and smiled slightly.

"Why is he dressed in such traditional wizarding attire, with a pointed hat?"

"It's Salem's Witch Festival, and he sneaked in dressed like this."

"And this one? Why are you wearing a swimsuit?"

“This is a three-deck yacht he bought. Sometimes he invites me to sunbathe.” Natasha blinked, looking a little blushing. “That yacht chases the summer and the right temperature; it’s always girls’ time on board, no men allowed. We can go there sometime; the bar is great, but you’ll need a swimsuit first. We can go pick one out now—no online shopping, Wanda, don’t let the New York postal system bother you. Your swimsuit won’t arrive until summer is over. We’ll go to the department store and have those agents deliver what we just bought home—the participants are the sorority’s android girls, the two witches, and their friends. You can chat with them if you don’t mind; they’re actually quite friendly.”

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)