"I refuse!"
Bayonetta had no time to deal with any investment products, and besides, Salomon's suggestions had never been reliable. Rather than suggestions, they were jokes. Perhaps when everyone believed products grew from store shelves, his absurd investment advice to buy Dutch cheese in bulk would finally come in handy. In response, she gave Salomon, who was hugging her from behind, a firm pat. Then, seeming to sense something, she turned and secretly smiled at Jeanne. Resting her head on the Arcanist's shoulder, she whispered something into his ear through the loose strands of her hair.
Jeanne paid no attention to any of this, because a fish had taken her bait.
Today, Bayonetta had driven with Jeanne to the London Sanctum of Kamar-Taj to pick Salomon up and bring him back to Oxfordshire Manor. The Praetorian Guard had taken the portal; he wanted some time alone with the Witch. While there, they also collected Kamar-Taj London Sanctum's extra-dimensional being extermination orders from recent days, along with bounties that had been outstanding for a long time, greatly replenishing their wallets. Most of Kamar-Taj's mundane holdings were real estate, and the venture capital managers always delivered respectable earnings reports. Therefore, when Bayonetta collected the bounty, she had requested mundane currency rather than gold, totaling nearly two million dollars.
Though that amount was nothing compared with the Sorcerer Supreme's account under Salomon's control, the Witch loved the feeling of earning money by hunting Extra-dimensional Beings.
After returning to Oxfordshire Manor, Salomon began slacking off. First, he lay on the sofa watching television. It was not until after lunch, when Milia came hurtling through the living room with a sponge sword and slammed into his stomach like a cannonball, that he remembered there was still a child at home for him to look after.