Warlock of the Marvel Universe

Chapter 333 Melinda This is your destiny

While Claire was in shock, the contract magic pattern on the back of Melinda's right hand slowly appeared.

Originally, this was enough to dispel Claire's doubts and prove that the relationship between the two was not that kind of relationship, but after Claire saw this magic mark, her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Command Seal?!"

Then she looked surprised, and between Melinda, who was still a little confused, and Evanson, whose mouth was twitching, they looked back and forth several times, "The horse is dead, silly?"

"Well... magic terms, you don't have to worry about her..." Evanson said stiffly.He really didn't expect Claire to come out suddenly like this. This girl has been completely poisoned by Two-dimensional.

"Master and Servant." Melinda retracted her right hand and turned to look at Evanson. "She speaks English, I can understand it. What is going on? Will the relationship between us become subordinate?" "

Melinda instantly remembered those legends about wizards using powerful magic to turn others into slaves.But after hesitating for a moment, Melinda actually extended her hand again, with a risk-taking look, "It doesn't matter, I can accept it if the conditions are necessary."

Since Colson's death, Melinda has been trying to figure it out. She paranoidly believes that if she had awakened early, walked out of the shadow of Bahrain Island, and gained extraordinary power from Evanson, then she would be able to save her life. He killed him, so Coulson's death was all due to his own cowardice.

This kind of self-blame has been tormenting her, but now, she learned that Colson can be resurrected, which rekindled her fire of hope. She must gain strength as soon as possible and never let tragedy happen again. For this reason Even if it is controlled by Evanson, he will not hesitate.

Moreover, judging from Evanson's consistent performance, he will not use himself to do things that harm SHIELD, so nothing else matters.

"Put away your worries. Forced slavery is a pitiful method. I am not used to it." Evanson waved his hand and denied.

"What about this?" Melinda was startled and raised her right hand and asked.

"This is a magical contract of equality, alas..." Evanson covered his forehead and sighed, took the laptop over, picked out an episode of cartoons and sent it to Melinda. "As for the command spell, this one is fine. answer."

"Oh, oh, oh...has it been updated?" Listening to the familiar music playing on the computer, Claire ran all the way to the computer screen. "I was so busy some time ago that I forgot to catch up."

"Hey!" Claire looked at it and suddenly made a voice of dissatisfaction. She curled her lips and complained, "It's really as stable as a dog every Monday! This speed is compared to some online novels that are updated once a day. It's really It’s too far!”

"I probably understand what's going on..." Melinda said weakly after watching the cartoon for a while.Looking at Claire who is now concentrating and addicted to Two-dimensional. "I really didn't expect that the mysterious magician would have such a hobby?"

"Please, it's the 21st century now, okay? Magicians also need to keep pace with the times. The Supreme Mage has installed wifi on Karma Taj. Is it weird for me to watch a cartoon?" Claire's eyes He stared at the screen and muttered.

Melinda opened her mouth, but found that what the other person said made sense, and she couldn't refute it at all.Then he glanced at Evanson again, and he really agreed.

A warlock who pours out fake goods, a magician who is poisoned by Two-dimensional things, you guys are absolutely struck by lightning!

"What's wrong? What's wrong with us?"

Looking at Melinda's eyes, Evanson said matter-of-factly, "The great lich can transform into a cat slave. It's normal for us to have such a little hobby."

"Okay, let's just forget about it." Melinda gritted her teeth and said, "Can we get this matter over with right now! I don't want to wait any longer!"

"Okay, come with me." Evanson nodded and turned around and walked inside.

"Well, wait a minute..." Melinda suddenly shouted.

"What are you doing?" Evanson asked dissatisfiedly. It was you who asked him to stop because he couldn't wait. What do you mean?Did you know that this time it almost flashed my waist?

"Well... I think this matter is quite serious." Melinda frowned and said with some embarrassment, "Can you do something first? At least remove the hoof marks on your face? You should pay attention to it anyway. Image, right?”

Evanson was stunned for a moment, still impressive?I am lucky to be alive today.However, he still took out a piece of healing stone, and the minor flesh injury on his body healed immediately.Then he pulled off the torn clothes on his body, put on his corrosive robe and said, "Is this okay?"

Melinda nodded, and Evanson led her toward the basement.After Claire hesitated for a moment, she gritted her teeth, paused the animation, and followed.

There was actually nothing in the basement. Just like any other house, there were some miscellaneous things piled up. The most special thing was just the demonic circle painted in the corner of the room.

"I thought there would be jars filled with things soaked in formalin here." Claire said, looking at the somewhat ordinary basement. "Some of my seniors who have exterminated dark wizards always brag about how dangerous and disgusting their lairs are. I have never had the chance to see it with my own eyes. I originally wanted to open my eyes..."

"Please don't let me have a relationship with those low-level existences, okay?" Evanson shrugged his shoulders, rummaged through a pile of debris, then came back with a pressure cooker, and then he brought it up again A bucket of pure water was poured in.

"That's about it." Evanson, holding a disposable water cup, nodded and said.

"Almost? What is almost the same?" Melinda was stunned for a while before asking.

"Get ready," Evanson said.

As soon as these words came out, Melinda held her chest and took a step back as if she had been injured internally. "Are you going to use a pressure cooker to cast spells?"

"Don't worry about the details..." Evanson waved his hand, "The pressure cooker is just an external container, the important thing is the spell itself."

"Then can you change it to something upscale?" Melinda asked, this is the most important moment in her life, can you give me some advice?

"If you bring your own gold basin, that's no problem. The key is that this pressure cooker is my most valuable container." Evanson said while putting his hand on the pressure cooker, slowly condensing water in his palm. Green smoke sprays into the water in the pressure cooker.

In about a few seconds, all the water turned light green.It's like...like a pot of vegetable soup.

Then Evanson took a step back, holding the staff in his left hand, and deliberately bent his waist so that his head was only a little higher than the pressure cooker.

He picked up the water glass, scooped out a cup of green water, handed it to Melinda, and said in a hoarse voice, "Drink, Melinda, this is your destiny."