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

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 pattern, her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Spell?!"

Then she looked back and forth several times with a surprised expression, between Melinda, who was still a little unclear, and Ewenson, whose mouth twitched vigorously, "Horse stomp, silly Wat?"

"Hmm... Magical terms, you don't have to worry about her...", Evenson said a little stiffly. He really didn't expect Claire to come out of nowhere, this girl has been completely poisoned by the second dimension.

"Master and Servant. Melinda withdrew her right hand and turned her head to look at Evenson, "She's in English, I understand." What's going on? Are we going to become subordinate to each other?"

Melinda instantly remembered the legend of a wizard using powerful magic to turn others into slaves. But after hesitating for a moment, Melinda actually stretched out her hand again, looking open, "It's okay, if those necessary conditions, I can accept them." ”

Melinda has been on the tip of the bull's horns since Coulson's death, and she is paranoid that if she had come to her senses early, walked out of the shadows of Bahrain, and obtained extraordinary power from Evenson, then she would have been able to save him, so Coulson's death was all due to her cowardice.

This self-blame has been tormenting her, but now that she learns that Coulson can be resurrected, she has rekindled the flame of hope, and she must gain strength as soon as possible and never let the tragedy happen again, even if it is controlled by Evenson.

Besides, judging from Evenson's consistent performance, he won't use himself to do anything harmful to S.H.I.E.L.D., so the rest doesn't matter.

"Put away your worries, forced slavery is a pitiful method, and I am not used to it. Evenson waved his hand in denial.

"What about this?" Melinda asked, raising her right hand for a moment.

"It's an equal magic contract, alas," Evenson sighed as he covered his forehead, took his laptop, picked out an episode of cartoon and sent it to Melinda, "As for the spell or something, this can be answered." ”

"Alas, alas, alas... Has it been updated?" Listening to the familiar music playing on the computer, Claire trotted all the way to the screen of the computer, "I was so busy some time ago that I forgot to chase it. ”

"Wow!" Claire looked at it, and suddenly let out a dissatisfied voice, pouting and complaining, "It's really as stable as a dog every week!

"I probably know what's going on...", Melinda said weakly after watching the cartoon for a while. Looking at Claire, who is now concentrating and indulging in the second dimension. "I really didn't expect that a mysterious magician would have such a hobby?"

"Please, it's the 21st century now, okay? Magicians also have to keep up with the times, and the Supreme Mages have all put ifi on Kama Taj, is it weird for me to watch a cartoon?" Claire muttered as she stared at the screen.

Melinda opened her mouth, but found that what the other party said made sense, and she couldn't refute it at all. Then he glanced at Evenson again, and really answered the words that the family didn't enter the door.

A warlock who tosses fakes, a magician who is poisoned by two dimensions, you are really thunderous!

"What's wrong? what's wrong with us?" Looking at Melinda's gaze, Evenson said as a matter of course, "The big lich can turn into a cat slave, it's normal for us to have such a little hobby." ”

"Okay, I'm rare and weird, okay?" Melinda said through gritted teeth, "Can we get the matter done now!

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

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

"What are you doing?" Evenson asked dissatisfiedly, whether it was you who stopped or you, what do you mean?

"That's... I think it's still a big deal. Melinda frowned, and said with some embarrassment, "Can you take a look at it first, at least remove the hoof prints on your face first?"

Evenson was stunned, and I was lucky to have survived today. However, he still took out a handful of healing stones, and the small flesh injury on his body recovered immediately. Then he tore the torn clothes on his body, put on his corrosive robes and said, "Is this okay?"

Melinda nodded, and Evenson led her towards the basement. After hesitating for a moment, Claire gritted her teeth and paused the animation and followed.

There wasn't actually much in the basement, just like ordinary people, there were a few miscellaneous things, and the most special thing was just the demon circle painted in the corner of the room.

"I thought there would be jars full of formalin-soaked stuff. Claire said, looking at the somewhat ordinary basement. "Some of my predecessors who have exterminated dark wizards always boast about how dangerous and disgusting their lair is, and I have never had a chance to see it with my own eyes, and I would have liked to open my eyes..."

"Please don't talk about me and the low-level beings, okay?" Evenson shrugged his shoulders and rummaged through a pile of clutter before returning with a pressure cooker in his arms, and he brought another bucket of pure water and poured it in.

"That's pretty much it. Holding one, Evenson nodded and said.

"Almost, what, almost?" Melinda asked after a moment's pause.

"Preparation. Evenson said.

As soon as these words came out, Melinda clutched 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," Evenson waved his hand, "The pressure cooker is nothing more than an external container, what matters is the spell itself. ”

"Can you change something up to the next level?" Melinda asked, this was the most important moment in her life, could you give me some music.

"If you bring your own gold basin, that's fine, the point is that this pressure cooker is my most valuable container. Evenson said as he placed his hand on the pressure cooker, and green smoke slowly condensed from his palm and sprayed into the pressure cooker's water.

In a matter of seconds, the water turned pale green. It's like... It's like a pot of vegetable soup.

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

He picked up the glass and scooped out a glass of green water, handed it to Melinda, and said in a hoarse voice, "Drink, Melinda, it's your fate." ”

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