Chapter 849: The witch's wooden stake training, my daughter is born to chop peopleHearing Zatanna say this, Mark came over curiously and cast his gaze towards the red-eyed rabbit in the cage.

"Since this is an alien species, what abilities does it have?"

Mark thought of Raven's "Fukin", "Can it listen to any words in this world like Fukin, fly to the human world at dawn every morning, come back to report to Raven at night, perch on Raven's shoulder, and whisper to her?"

"No it can't, it's just a little special rabbit."

After Zatanna said something to Mark, she turned her gaze to Peter.

"I heard that, Zatanna."

Peter didn't wait for Zatanna to speak, and said to her directly: "I heard about your recent deeds. I heard that you turned all the girls at a party into pigeons."

This news was also reported in the previous newspaper.

A famous gossip weekly newspaper made a detailed report on a group of girls turning into pigeons and falling from the sky.

As soon as Peter saw they were in Las Vegas, he guessed that it was Zatanna who did it.

After all, whether on stage or off stage, this magical girl’s favorite thing to do is to transform into a pigeon.

"That's none of my business. They were the ones who provoked me first."

Zatanna shrugged her shoulders, sat on the sofa, took the coffee handed to her by Persephone, and thanked her: "Thank you, Persephone, you have become much more beautiful recently, and you almost fascinated me."

Persephone thanked him politely: "Thank you for the compliment, Xiaoza."

"You're welcome. Okay, back to the pigeon thing. It wasn't my fault. Zack (Zatanna's magic assistant) invited those girls to my place and messed up the room."

Peter asked curiously, "And then?"

“Then they become doves and migrate south for the winter.”

"cool!"

Mark next to him couldn't help but interrupt, "That's so cool! Zatanna, please teach me this magic, so I can save myself a lot of unbearable 'revenge' conversations."

Zatanna immediately refused without hesitation, "No, you have to understand, Mark, there is a difference between using our abilities to restore the balance of the world and showing off everywhere."

"Magic is only for defense, Mark, didn't your teacher at Hogwarts teach you that?"

Listening to Zatanna's words, Mark looked at Peter next to him somewhat awkwardly.

Seeing that Peter ignored him, Mark coughed and picked up the pizza next to him to hide his embarrassment.

Zatanna continued in all seriousness, "If a person brings tragedy to innocent people, it is understandable to use magic on him. Magic is applicable to these villains, or other criminals I have fought against."

Mark looked at Zatanna, who was teaching him a lesson with a serious expression, and asked her quietly, "So, what balance of the world did those girls who were soaked all over break?"

Zatanna: “.”

She was silenced by Mark.

Glancing at Peter who was watching from the side, Zatanna glared at Mark with some annoyance, "Because they pissed me off."

"Okay, I just want to take a shower now, sir, I'd like to use the bathroom."

She glared at Mark and quickly walked towards the bathroom.

After Zatanna slammed the door shut, Peter looked at Mark.

"If you want to be popular with girls, Mark, you have to take girls' emotions into consideration and not be a straight guy."

Peter said to the straight man Mark earnestly.

"I know, Dad, but I think those rules of Zatanna's might be made up."

As Mark was talking, Shirley walked in.

Ciri, dressed in sportswear, had just finished tennis practice with Riven in the backyard.

Ciri, who loves playing ball, installed a tennis court near the barn in Peter's backyard, and would play tennis with Raven whenever she had time.

Ciri, who used to play Gwent with Peter every day and was often defeated, has now been successfully helped by Peter to help her quit playing cards and has switched to playing tennis.

"Good morning, Peter, and little Mark."

Ciri changed the silver sword she was carrying into a tennis racket, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sparkling in the sun.

Wiping the sweat off her head, she greeted Peter and Mark.

"It's a nice day today, Peter, do you want to go shopping?"

After playing ball, Shirley thought about going shopping again.

"No, we have work to do, Ciri."

Peter rejected Shirley's request to go shopping and said to her, "That's great. You can accompany me to the monastery in the afternoon and we will bring Theresa over."

Theresa has been going to the monastery frequently recently, which makes Peter a little depressed.

Could it be that this daughter likes God more than she likes herself?"Ok."

Ciri happened to be free, so she nodded in agreement.

In the afternoon, Peter drove Ciri and Zatanna to the monastery.

Zatanna heard that Peter had a new daughter, and out of curiosity she decided to go and see the new girl.

"Her name is Bayonetta?"

Zatanna asked Peter curiously, "And she's a girl with a talent for magic?"

"Well, she is a little witch. If you have time, you can teach her how to use her magical powers and talents."

Peter asks Zatanna to teach Theresa some magic.

"Of course. After all, I was the one who taught Riven a lot of magic. I can be considered half her teacher."

Zatanna said this, puffing out her chest with pride.

Sitting in the back seat, Ciri asked Zatanna, "So who of you two has better magic now?"

Zatanna was immediately stunned by the question. "You should ask Peter."

Zatanna passed the ball to Peter.

Facing the gazes of the two women, Peter looked straight ahead, pretending not to see their expressions.

Seeing that Peter was playing dumb, Zatanna and Ciri could only let him go for the time being.

In fact, Zatanna herself doesn't care much about this issue.

As for whether Riven's strength is now greater than his ownNo matter whether she has surpassed me or is stronger than me, it cannot change the fact that I am her teacher.

After half an hour.

The car stopped outside the monastery.

Peter, Zatanna, and Ciri had just entered the monastery when they heard a "Hey Ha" sound.

The crisp sound of wooden swords colliding with wooden stakes echoed in the courtyard of the monastery.

Zatanna and Ciri looked at each other.

Peter led the two of them in, and what they saw was Theresa holding a wooden sword, standing on a wooden stake and swinging the sword to chop at the shaking wooden stake.

Next to her was Elaine, who was standing and watching her performance.

Theresa stood on one foot on the top of a rickety log, her muddy boots slipping on the log, but she spun around as if she were on flat ground.

"Turn around!"

She imitated Ciri's tone, tapped the raised part of the wooden stake with her toes, and did a vertical somersault to jump onto another stake.

The hem of her blue skirt fluttered, revealing two pistols fixed on her waist.

As soon as Peter's figure emerged from the archway, Theresa's tense calf muscles trembled imperceptibly.

She forcibly reversed the movement that was originally intended to land on the east side wooden stake and changed it to a more difficult reverse pedaling.

The slippery surface of the wooden stake caused Theresa's boots to slip suddenly.

Then Theresa lost her balance and was about to fall off the stake.

Seeing her new friend about to fall off the stake, Elaine exclaimed:"careful!"

As she said this, Elaine subconsciously ran over to catch her.

Peter, who had just walked in, was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

Isn’t this Ciri’s “unique skill” when she was a child?

He remembered the beginning of The Witcher 3, which was the scene where little Ciri was doing balance training on the plum blossom pile formation in Kaer Morhen.

Could it be that this move was taught by Ciri? !

Seeing Peter's peripheral vision, Ciri coughed guiltily.

This unique training method was indeed taught to Theresa by her.

I didn't expect that this naughty kid not only learned the body movements and the modified cat-school steps that I taught her, but also learned how to fall from a wooden stake from me.

It seemed that Theresa was about to fall off the stake.

"Ho!"

Peter's low roar and the sound of the wooden sword breaking through the air rang out at the same time.

Theresa instinctively swung out a spinning slash the moment she fell - this sword technique, which was taught to her by Ciri and should have been performed on the ground, was now used by her while hanging upside down.

When the sword blade brushed past the wooden stake on the west side, a few strands of black hair were cut off by herself.

"Oh!"

A cool breeze with the scent of grass blew past my ears, but the expected pain did not come.

Theresa opened her eyes in surprise and saw that she was already in Peter's arms.

Peter's steel arm was around her waist, and his other hand was firmly grasping the wooden sword that was about to slip out of her hand.

"Daddy?!"

Theresa could clearly smell the scent of farm daisies lingering on Peter's clothes, mixed with the scent of pine resin from the monastery.

"Balance training is not a circus act, Bayonetta."

Peter shook his head, placed the stunned Theresa on the edge of the stake formation, and brushed his fingertips over the fresh sword marks on the wooden stakes on the west side.

Although this little Loli is small, she has mastered the sword skills and her steps are also vigorous and agile.

She is indeed a witch born to kill people!"Sorry, Dad. I will be more careful next time. It was just an accident."

Theresa came to her senses and apologized to Peter embarrassedly.

The embrace that brought her a feeling of warmth and security made her reluctant to leave.

After helping her adjust her crooked glasses, Peter put her down.

"Next time there's an accident and dad isn't by your side, you'll be hurt pretty badly, so you must have an adult by your side when you practice like this."

Peter scratched her nose.

Holding Peter's hand, Theresa wanted to say something else, but quickly remembered that she had not introduced her good friend to her father yet.

So she took Peter's hand, walked up to Elaine who was a little uneasy, and said to Peter: "Dad, this is my new friend, her name is Joan of Arc."

"Joan of Arc?"

When Peter heard that the little girl with shoulder-length black hair in front of him was called Joan of Arc, he was stunned.

Which Joan of Arc? !(End of this chapter)