"I refuse!"

Beyonita didn't have any time to deal with financial products, not to mention that Salomon's advice was never reliable. Rather than a suggestion, it was a joke. When everyone thought the product was grown from the shelves, absurd investment advice such as buying Dutch cheese in large quantities might come in handy. In response, she patted Salomon who was holding her from behind, and then she seemed to feel something, turned around and looked at Joan of Arc and laughed secretly. She laid her head on the shoulders of the secret wizard and said something in his ear through the strands of hair.

Joan of Arc did not notice this at this moment because her fish had bitten the hook.

Beyonetta drove to the London Temple of Cama Taj and Joan of Arc today, and took Salomon back to Oxfordshire Manor (the guards walked through the portal, and he wanted to be alone with the witch for a while). By the way, he also received the order of hunting creatures outside the British Isles and the bounty that was long ago issued by the Cama Taj London Temple, which greatly filled his wallet - most of the secular industries of Kama Taj, most of the real estate industries, and venture capital managers can give good returns reports every time. Therefore, when Beyonetta chose to receive the bounty, he asked for secular currency rather than gold, with a total amount of about two million US dollars.

Although this amount of money is nothing compared to the Supreme Mage account on Salomon, the witch likes this kind of hunting creatures in external dimensions and making money.

After returning to Oxfordshire Manor, Salomon began to be lazy. He first lay on the sofa and watched TV. It was not until after lunch that Milia whizzed past the living room with a sponge sword, like a shell hitting his stomach. Only then did he remember that there was a child at home to take care of him.

So he took Milia to the horse's hut, where he repaired horses' hooves and bristled them. The work ended until the afternoon tea time. Finally, under the gaze of Pergasus, he chose a dark brown Arabian horse and rode up, picked up Milia and placed it in front of him, and walked swaying towards the dock of the manor. Sometimes, when the artificial maids under Dinah finished their work or took a fishing rod and bucket to fish near the dock - this was a kind of entertainment activity rather than fishing - this time Salomon took Milia to participate in the activity, and he taught her how to choose bait, identify the species of fish, and judge the waters of fish gathering. But after a while, even the witch was led by the Cheshire Cat to the dock, and the maids also brought a soft couch for Salomon and the witch to rest.

Although in a legal sense, this entire area of ​​several kilometers of water is not all private territory, since there is no manor built next to the Thames River nearby and it is not a traffic water area, in fact, this tributary is no different from a private territory. Of course, this is not the main reason why the Imperial Guards and artificial human maids place anti-frogman mines upstream and downstream. Even if this is a traffic water area, as the emperor's security department, they will try their best to maintain the safety of this manor, sink various detection instruments into the water, and even install automatic weapon stations on the dock.

Fishing requires a lot of patience. Milia is now at her age and can't have such patience. She runs around the river, either to harass the Cheshire cat waiting for the fish to bite the hook or to fiddle with the Arabian horses gnawing on the grass. Fortunately, the maids followed her closely, otherwise she would definitely break her neck by the river or be kicked by the irritating tall horse.

Luckily, after a while, Milia fell asleep on the sofa.

She escaped her nap time, but not her biological clock. After enjoying the grilled fish and picnic sandwich by the river, she had been playing for a whole day and finally fell exhausted in Salomon's arms. After a few seconds, she fell into a deep dream. Dinah also put a small blanket on her. Salomon carefully put her aside, and blessed her dream with a brief spell, keeping her soul away from the storm and whispers. Her fate is destined to be very ill-fated, and the energy flowing in her blood vessels is enough to make a crappy spellcaster summon the demons and use sorrow, anger, cunning, rot, and joy as her internal organs. All Salomon can do now is protect her soul and make the ghosts and monsters stay away until the day she has the ability to face it alone.

This little spell also allows Milia to go deeper sleep, ensuring she doesn't wake up suddenly before dinner.

"We have to want a few children of our own." Beyonetta looked at Milia who was trapped in a sweet dream, and felt itchy. She finally finished her extremely hot kiss and quietly said to Salomon, "For example, now, we can start."

"I suggest in the bedroom." Salomon was reluctant to leave the witch's lips, and seemed to be unable to satisfy him. The softness and sweetness were what he wanted. Berenita's hot body was squeezed into his arms, and his slender and perfect body was wrapped in a thick black bear's skin cloak. Even he could not be moved by the scene in front of him. Kama Taj was concerned about being born, but this did not mean that Salomon had to be a ascetic monk for the rest of his life. "If you can't fill it up, I will lose." His playful words made Berenita's face flushed. This situation is rare. Only when he achieved a clear victory would the witch throw away the other side of force,

Beyonetta glanced at Joan of Arc who was completely immersed in the fishing activities. This witch colleague seemed to be very concerned about all the fun, whether it was cards, darts, horse racing or fishing. She wanted to mix it with any game where she could decide the winner with others. Now she kept hoping that the fish in the bucket at her feet could surpass Salomon's harvest.

"Joan of Arc is not willing to put down the fishing rod now." Bernita could fully feel the enthusiasm of her colleagues, but this enthusiasm was not concentrated under the water, but the bucket at her feet. So far, there are only two small fish that are so thin that they can hardly see clearly. Salomon's fish bucket has long been poured back into the river, but Joan of Arc is still unwilling to give up. To be precise, Joan of Arc just wanted to beat Salomon, that's all, but this kind of small wish is hard to satisfy, or her competitive spirit is just not going to let herself go. "Maybe it's because her performance last night was too embarrassing, and now she wants to get back her face here." Bernita said with a smile, "You were too rough to her last night."

"She likes it too, right?" Salomon shrugged and wrapped the witch in his arms tightly with a bearskin cloak, just like Cleopatra hiding in a blanket. He picked up Beyonetta and walked towards the manor, with light movements and almost no one noticed them, "It's enough for both of us. Are you worried that you can't catch up with dinner?"
Chapter completed!