Chapter 216 May I ask your name, sir?

Jean, who had come for tutoring, had a hard time. Not only did she have to finish her studies, but she also had to proactively take on the nanny duties of taking care of Wanda’s daily life. After all, no matter how powerful a pregnant woman was, she still needed someone to look after her.

At this moment, an unexpected fellow appeared.

The Villa doorbell rang.

Lucas went over to open the door.

A woman wearing a retro dark long dress, still retaining her charm, stood at the doorway with a beaming smile, asking if they needed to hire an experienced senior nanny, claiming she was certified for the job.

Lucas stood there with both hands in his pockets and one leg slanted, feeling that the other person’s smile was a bit fake.

So he casually asked, "May I ask your esteemed name, aunty?"

The woman gracefully performed a retro bow, a trace of deeply hidden magical light flashing in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

Aunty?

This lady is over three hundred years old, right in the prime of her beauty like a blossoming flower!

Are you kidding me?

Call me aunty?

"Hello, sir, my name is Agatha Harkness."

Agatha had no temper at all.

After all, her target was not Lucas. This extremely ordinary man, other than having somewhat large muscles, looked seemingly fierce.

Agatha Harkness?

Wasn’t this a character from U.S. TV shows? It seemed she was someone from the Supreme Witch’s guild, who later betrayed the Wizards’ Association and was almost sentenced to death, only to end up sucking dry the magic of the Witch who judged her.

In the Wanda and Vision storyline, Agatha could even absorb Wanda’s Chaos Magic.

But in the end, she was sucked dry of her lifelong magical power by an awakened Wanda.

"Lucas, who is it?"

Hearing the sound, Wanda walked out of the living room, giving off a gentle feeling like a docile White middle-class housewife, except her beautiful eyes carried a trace of vigilance as she sized up the uninvited guest at the door.

"Oh, this auntie came over to apply as a nanny; she should be a Filipino maid."

What the hell kind of Filipino maid!

Agatha’s facial muscles twitched imperceptibly, and a few question marks slowly appeared on her forehead.

This lady is a dignified high-ranking Witch of several hundred years; looking across the entire U.S. Witch Association, she was an ancestor-level figure, yet in your mouth she became a Filipino maid?

What the heck!

Agatha forcefully swallowed a mouthful of old blood, quietly urging the magic within her body to probe toward Lucas.

However, under Lucas’s deliberate disguise, the information fed back to her was completely unreliable.

In her eyes, Lucas was just a pure mortal lucky to the extreme, who had stumbled upon winning the Scarlet Witch’s approval. But as long as she caused a little trouble and got rid of this man...

Or use him to exchange for the scarlet power... perhaps she could...

Hehehe!

Agatha was scheming in her heart, but the result was seen crystal clear by Lucas’s peeping.

Uh-oh!

Look at that, the verification code to activate Wanda’s ultimate form has arrived!

Wanda stepped forward and looked Agatha up and down twice.

Seeing that although this woman still retained her charm, in terms of appearance and figure, she was far inferior to herself and posed zero competitive threat in front of Lucas, her expression relaxed a bit.

Ever since she tied a man back home, Wanda’s mind was completely filled with food-guarding instincts. She had planted inner demons in all the women of the whole town; anyone who dared to give birth to some inappropriate thoughts about Lucas would have nightmares for several nights in a row.

This woman was simply not a threat.

Wanda then actively asked Agatha a few questions, all regarding pregnant women’s care and newborn care.

Agatha had lived for several centuries; various folk remedies and recuperation methods were already deeply ingrained in her heart. She answered fluently, even speaking logically and systematically.

Wanda listened and nodded repeatedly, already having some intention in her heart to keep her.

At this time, Jean, who was walking down from upstairs, glanced at Agatha as she passed through the front hall.

Jean herself was a telepath. She would always subconsciously sense the malicious thoughts of the people around her. After all, Mutants still held an inferior status in society, and her personality was naturally sensitive.

As a result of this perception, she sensed something was wrong with Agatha.

The other party naturally carried a layer of defense on a psychological level.

Ordinary people could not possibly resist a telepath’s prying eyes; this woman was definitely weird!

But when she turned her head to look at Lucas, she saw Lucas blinking at her.

Oh!

Understood!

Jean sensibly shut her mouth and did not intend to remind Wanda.

As for Wanda herself, as everyone knew, witches had an instinctive perception of hostility toward all things in the World, except when facing their own kind, where their perceptual radar was as good as blind.

In the original show, Agatha also relied on this trick to easily gain Wanda’s trust.

"Fine then, you stay today. One month probation period." Wanda made the final decision.

"Thank you, ma’am! I will definitely take good care of you!" Agatha smiled happily, like she had just gotten a high-paying job.

...

Night fell.

Inside the guest room on the first floor of the Villa, Agatha sat cross-legged on the bed, silently urging her magic, preparing to spy on Wanda in the master bedroom.

However, the moment her magic extended to the next room, a series of soul-stirring sounds came into her ears, sounding exceptionally lingering and melodious.

The intensity of the battle almost made Agatha’s eyeballs pop out!

"F*ck... Is this woman crazy? She’s pregnant! To actually toss about like this with that mortal!"

Agatha’s face turned flush red, and her magic was instantly interrupted.

Her mind was filled with those blood-pumping sounds.

With a Witch career spanning several centuries and being a widow for many years, jumping straight into this kind of thing, which Witch could withstand such a test?

This tossing and turning lasted for most of the night.

Agatha was tormented to the point of staying awake all night. Early the next morning, she walked out of the room with two dark circles under her eyes, her gaze resentful to the extreme.

Wanda’s magic had already reached the level of a high-ranking Witch; how could she be so shameless in front of a man?

You’ve completely lost all face for witches!

Bah!

Yet Wanda was refreshed and in high spirits, her complexion as rosy as if dipped in honey, completely failing to see Agatha’s resentful expression.

From Wanda’s perspective, everything at home had a pink filter added, as if living in a fairy tale World.

Jean still came to visit early. She had clearly slept well too; after all, this place was very secretive, with almost no sudden riots, nor any news of Mutants facing discrimination.

Lucas and Wanda were even exceptionally friendly toward Mutants.

To some extent, the two of them were even weirder than Mutants. One was a Chaos Witch controlling both the underworld and the righteous paths, and as for the other, it was hard to say—even the Professor held him in awe by three points.

She herself was unable to see through even the slightest bit of the other person’s thoughts.

It was around the clock!

This showed that Lucas’s mental defense capability completely surpassed her and the Professor.

They were not on the same level.

After the meal, Wanda on the second-floor balcony patiently taught Jean some mental calming incantations, beginning to pierce that wall bit by bit to let a trace of the Phoenix Force leak out, helping Jean accept this mighty power.

"Feel its essence, do not resist. This is a part of your body!"

Wanda sat cross-legged, the Phoenix Force acting like a river passing by her side, not causing a single bit of impact on her.

Looking at Jean, on the other hand.

As a telepath, she could only bitterly hold on under the scouring of the Phoenix Force, not daring to relax.

This power was far too violent.

And this was only the tip of the iceberg.

"Jean, you have too many concerns. What are you afraid of? Losing yourself? Or hurting the people around you? Or feeling inferior about your identity as a Mutant?"

Like an older sister, Wanda gently persuaded Jean.

In consciousness.

Jean felt Wanda’s spiritual power. Supported by this power, she seemed to have nothing to fear at all!

So warm! It felt like a mother’s embrace!

She wanted to drown in it forever!

Jean’s spirit seemed to be undergoing subtle changes.

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