The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Just hide it.

This time, Master Ancient One went straight to the point and helped her find the weak point. Although according to Ms. Yao, she could not be so accurate every time, Miss Watson's task now became much simpler anyway - don't let anything touch this place.

Actually, it doesn’t matter if you touch something, because Ms. Yao is waiting there.

But it's just a matter of catching a few more little bad guys.

The main issue was that if little scoundrels kept slipping through, it would be too much of a drain on the Supreme Mage's energy. He didn't have the time to guard this gap alone. Especially since this weak point wasn't accessible to everyone, and only creatures with a certain level of combat power and danger could trigger it, which was quite a headache.

Miss Watson turned around. The weak spot behind her showed no sign of light distortion, and nothing out of the ordinary appeared. It looked like a plain, empty space. Several stone tablets stood around it, and Miss Watson glanced around and found herself in a remote cemetery.

A hundred meters away, a weathered city stood. While there were a few tall buildings, their surfaces were mostly covered in visible scars, clearly marked by the ravages of war. Snowflakes fell steadily from the gloomy sky, but precisely because of the devastation, it was impossible to tell whether it was morning or afternoon.

Miss Watson, however, had no intention of leaving.

More concerned with her own inexplicable mental state, she removed her helmet and sat down on a heavy tombstone, continuing to stare silently into the goggles. A moment later, Miss Watson realized belatedly that the Cossack cavalry swords were being pulled by magnetism and floating beside her.

clang--

The metal handle hit the stone tablet, making a crisp sound.

As Miss Watson regained her focus, the magnetic beam stabilized, and the Cossack cavalry sword settled into a fixed trajectory, circling her like a satellite. But this little performance didn't last long. She quickly sheathed all her weapons as a figure approached from the falling snow.

It was an old man carrying a shovel, wearing a shabby dark brown windbreaker and a graying beard, his mouth almost invisible. As the distance between them closed, he finally saw Miss Watson's face. The wrinkles on her gaunt face were almost twisted together. "(Russian) Child, are you lost?"

"Is this Russia?"

"No."

"Then why do you speak Russian?"

"This is my mother tongue." The old man continued to limp over. "Most people here don't speak Russian. Only the older generation of residents and us Soviet veterans can speak it. Oh, I'm so happy! I didn't expect to meet a beautiful girl who can understand Russian today. So why are you here?"

"I want to find a quiet place." Miss Watson picked up the snow on her legs. "It's quite quiet here. What is this place?"

"Sokovia."

The old man planted his shovel on the ground and carefully examined the pretty girl's outfit. "Did you make this dress yourself?"

"Someone else did it."

Miss Watson sighed. "Leave me alone for a moment. I don't feel like talking right now. I don't need any help from you. I'm not injured, and I'm not lost, okay? Thank you for your concern."

"Of course." The old man chuckled and pointed to the road he had come from. "But you don't look well. If you need help later, you can go down this slope. I live in that black wooden house. But I still suggest you don't stay too long. It's getting dark soon, and there are wolves nearby."

He hesitated for a moment, then came over and placed his oil lamp next to Miss Watson. "I'll keep it for you, little girl. Remember to return it to me when you leave."

"Well, thank you."

Hanging the helmet on the oil lamp, Miss Watson fell into a daze.

She sat there for an unknown amount of time, snow gradually piling up on her. Footsteps approached again, but Miss Watson didn't even turn, motionless like a statue. A moment later, a bald woman approached her, her hands behind her back, a familiar smile playing on her lips. "You don't look very happy."

"I'm wondering why I need to come here, when you are still alive." Miss Watson looked at the Ancient One in this world. The other party was indeed the classic look of Tilda Swinton in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, even the Kamar-Taj monk robe he wore was exactly the same.

"You are not from this world. Did you come here by yourself?"

The stone tablet was wide enough. Master Ancient One sat down next to Miss Watson and enthusiastically helped her clean the snow off her body with his hands. "Why did you say you needed to come here?"

"There is also a you in my world. She sent me here."

Miss Watson didn't try to hide from Old Lady Gu Yi's hand, and she didn't even look at her anymore. "You should understand that weak spots in the barrier need to be buried, but since you're still alive, why not just bury this place? I don't understand why she sent me here... Oh, I forgot, my name is Watson."

"Okay, Watson, can you show me that ring you're wearing?"

"Are you talking about this double ring?"

"Yes, this is the Ring of Seraphim. I didn't expect her to give it to you." Master Ancient One took the double ring from Miss Watson, held it up to his eyes and examined it for a while. He then gently patted the red and white armband on Miss Watson's left arm. "Oh, and... this little rascal, I almost got tricked by him. He hid it quite well."

With a swish, the red and white armband left Miss Watson's body and quickly turned into a floating cloak, swaying back and forth in a slightly funny way.

"And a ring?"

Glancing at Miss Watson's body, Old Lady Ancient One couldn't help but reveal a hint of curiosity. "You have a very good relationship with the Supreme Sorcerer of your world. I've never treated anyone like that myself. It's really... I want to know the reason. Are you mother and son?"

"Hey!" Miss Watson shuddered and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Are you afraid of her?"

He spanks me for every word we disagree, and I can't even beat him back. How can I not be afraid?

"I'm not afraid. What is there to be afraid of? She's not an unreasonable person. But, you suddenly say such things. Anyway, don't say such things anymore. She and I have no blood relationship at all." Miss Watson almost got stuck while speaking. She simply stared with her eyes wide open, and her light purple eyes, which were originally as lifeless as a dead person, revealed complaints.

"You are indeed very likable." Old Lady Gu Yi smiled and reached out to ruffle Miss Watson's hair. Her expression was as kind and gentle as a real old lady. "She must have sent you here for a reason. I think I probably know why. She wanted you to relax and help me."

"How can I help you?"

Miss Watson's mental state has completely returned to normal, and her eyes are half closed.

Master Ancient One smiled but said nothing.

The next second, Miss Watson jumped up, took a step back, and made a Taekwondo starting stance towards her.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

"Uh... no, it was a reflex." Miss Watson was a little embarrassed and unclenched her fists before sitting back down. "What do you want me to do for you? I guess you want me to do the hard work before you help me hide this weak spot? Why are all of you Supreme Sorcerers like this? You're all black-hearted bosses..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly jumped up again, looking warily at Master Ancient One, which made the old lady laugh out loud. Then, she sat back down on the stone tablet with an embarrassed look on her face. But Miss Watson tried her best to keep a straight face and said nothing more. She rolled her eyes and began to withdraw.

"There must have been a lot of interesting stories between you two."

"It's not fun. I get beaten all the time!"

"Then why were you beaten?"

"Because I always can't help wanting to tease her, just like this, look, look~~~" A strange voice came out of Miss Watson's mouth. Master Ancient One blinked and saw Miss Watson take off and hit her head on the stone tablet in front. Then she punched herself and sat back down with her hand covering her forehead: "Sorry."

"You really are an interesting child, Watson. I understand why my other self likes you." Old Lady Ancient One smiled and ruffled Miss Watson's long, light golden hair. "Perhaps this body of yours holds more secrets than you imagine."

"Then tell me?"

Miss Watson clasped one of her hands. "Please."

"I think I should respect the opinion of your Supreme Mage."

"Tsk." Miss Watson rolled her eyes and let go of Master Ancient One's arm: "You two both like to be Riddlers, forget it, then what do you want me to help you with..."

She turned around and saw that there was no one on the stone tablet.

"...You still love to disappear suddenly." Miss Watson raised her hand, and the levitation cloak transformed back into a red and white armband on her left arm. Looking at the familiar design, Miss Watson couldn't help but sigh. "You know, with your transformation, I'm almost going from being a Soviet Red Army soldier to a German SS soldier."

【Wronged】

"never mind."

Picking up the oil lamp, Miss Watson walked down the slope to the shabby little dark house and knocked on the door. After a while, the white-haired old man slowly opened the door a crack, and when he saw Miss Watson's face, he relaxed a little. "Oh, it's you. Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"No need. I'll give you the lamp back." Miss Watson handed over the lamp and suddenly felt the ground begin to shake. She pushed open the door and pulled out the old man in pajamas. "Is your house earthquake-proof? It looks like there was an earthquake."

"How could it not be earthquake-resistant? This old guy can even withstand explosions! It's helped me dodge many artillery shells before!" The old man said, pulling out a PPSh submachine gun. "And this! Anyone who dares to mess with me will take a volley of bullets from me!"

Miss Watson had no time to pay attention to the old man.

She stared intently at Sokovia, shrouded in twilight. As the earthquakes grew more intense, thick smoke and dust billowed from the edges of most of the city. As Miss Watson watched, the city slowly lifted off the ground and began to rise into the night sky.