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Chapter 227

"Okay, now that you're recovered, let's get out of here as soon as possible. I've already missed three days of classes!" Daisy reminded.

"No! I want to stay!" Stark unexpectedly refused. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Ms. Lorelai, and Dr. Daisy, you take this doctor out. I am an Avenger, and I have always been the one protecting others. How can I just walk away at this time?"

Lorelai curled her lips. "But you can't even withstand one move from her."

Stark's face turned dark. "That was before!"

"Before?" Captain America's eyes became determined. "You're right, we stay!"

A trace of shame flashed across his face—here was a wealthy man who relied on armor, understanding that greater abilities come with greater responsibility, but he was thinking about Bucky, which was entirely wrong!

"If that's the case, then I'll join in too." Strange said calmly, "I believe that the mysterious nun turned me into a magician not to let me run away."

Stark nodded and called softly, "Jarvis!"

"Mr. Stark, long time no see!"

The familiar voice sounded again.

"Although this place has become an opera house, it is still the Avengers Building in essence. Jarvis, check what other equipment is available."

"Sorry, sir, I have been asleep for too long and need some time…"

...

On the empty street, a group of mysterious people covered in cloaks walked slowly, exuding a cold aura.

From a distance, their attire seemed no different from the sage-like wizards of Kamar-Taj. However, their eye sockets were unusually dark, making them look like immortal cultivators who had been up all night, which was extremely eerie.

The residents around them went about their lives as usual, occasionally casting strange and fearful glances at them, as if they were observing exotic creatures.

"It really is magical power! Hahahaha, if I can use this power, then there's nothing to fear from that old fool!" The leader slowly raised his head and revealed a sinister smile.

If Thor were here, he would definitely recognize that this man is the traitor of Kamar-Taj—Casillas.

A hesitant follower said cautiously, "But the master's order was to kill the mortal who will threaten him in the future. If we…"

A golden magic whip suddenly appeared and wrapped around his neck. Casillas said coldly, "Why? Do you have any objections?"

"Uh… spare my life…"

"Thud…"

The magic whip disappeared, and the follower fell to the ground, terrified.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things. I'll spare your life this time, but you won't be so lucky next time!"

The followers nodded quickly, but their disagreement was clear.

They were more concerned about missing out on crucial matters. Who could stand up to Dormammu when he got angry? Why pretend to be so high and mighty? If you have the guts, go talk to the Ancient One…

"Sir, something's happening!" A female follower suddenly shouted.

At the same time, a dark magic item in her hand was emitting a faint light.

Casillas's eyes narrowed. "It seems that the target is nearby. Let's deal with him and then go find the witch!"

...

"Bang, bang, bang…"

There was a knock on the door, and Wanda opened it to find Agnes with a smile on her face.

"Oh my god, Agnes, I need you to save my life again!"

"What happened?"

Agnes glanced at the kitchen, now resembling an alchemy site, and understood immediately. Her contempt for Wanda deepened.

You're such an impressive witch, yet you spend all day on mundane tasks. It's a waste of such powerful magic!

However, she maintained a sincere smile. "Oh, I see, you're preparing dinner for your husband, right? Do you need my help?"

"No, no, no, I need to cook myself today!" Wanda said firmly. "I have strong learning abilities, but I need a teacher now! I'm really sorry, you're the only one I can think of…"

"Alright then…"

Agnes spread her hands helplessly. "As a professional housewife, of course, I'm always ready! By the way, we need a lot of ingredients. Come with me to my house; I have enough to last through the winter!"

Agnes said, pulling Wanda's hand and heading next door.

"Excuse me, kid. I'm going to find my recipe!" Agnes said as she walked away, leaving Wanda alone on the couch.

Wanda rested her chin on her hand, bored, and watched TV.

"Boom…"

With a strange sound, the 36-inch high-definition screen suddenly turned into an old-fashioned TV.

Wanda was startled and quickly waved her hand.

A red light flashed, and the old-fashioned TV turned back into a high-definition display.

"Huff…"

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Yeah, I'm… okay…"

Even so, her tone was filled with uncertainty.

...

"Agnes?"

"Agnes? Need help?"

"Strange, where are the others?"

Wanda left the couch, confused.

How could she have been looking for a recipe for so long with no sound? It had been almost half an hour.

She followed Agnes' direction to the inner room but found no one there.

In front of her was a door leading to the basement.

"Agnes? Are you down there?"

"Ah…Wanda! Quick, come and help me!"

A scream suddenly came from the other side of the door.

Not good!

Wanda reacted instantly and opened the door with a bang.

Facing the dark staircase, she had no time to think and rushed down quickly…