Marvel Magic Event Book

"Who are you talking to?" Joan of Arc walked down the steps and glanced at Salomon, "You left midway. Did something happen to Kama Taj?"

"The creatures from the lower planes invaded, and someone died." Salomon covered the phone's microphone, "Other mystics can handle it. This call is from SHIELD and has nothing to do with the magical world."

"Hurry up then, dinner time is coming soon." Jeanne opened the smoker and looked at the fish and sausages inside.Salomon nodded, spoke a few more words to Nick Fury and hung up the phone. "I think we could see a superhero battle today," he said. "The plans for the show have just been finalized."

The last few words Salomon said were purely to help the centenarian Steve Rogers find a good opponent so that he could adapt to the modern environment after sleeping for 70 years. After all, Steve Rogers is an extremely kind man. Ghost Rider's judgment doesn't fall on him at all.Well, even today, 70 years later, aliens are not all over the streets, and creatures from upper planes and lower planes do not emerge from the ground at any time - there is nothing wrong with facing non-human enemies in advance. Okay, hitting sandbags every day is really boring.Moreover, Nick Fury, that picky guy, didn't even pay Captain America his pension and didn't allow others to find something to do. That's too much.

The Mystic Mage felt that he had done another good deed, and the camp pointer must have moved slightly toward the good camp.

"Come on, don't waste time, every second here is precious." Salomon blinked and showed a narrow smile, "It's not difficult at all to admit that you like to eat my food, Joan of Arc."

"That's because there's no pizza delivery here, little guy." Jeanne glared at Salomon and walked straight into the cabin.There was no way she would admit that she liked Salomon's food, never!It’s just a few bites, yes, that’s it!

After eating and drinking, Salomon turned on the TV and flipped through the magic book in his hand while watching the TV. Bayonetta and Joan of Arc were whispering to the side. Salomon knew where they were planning to go without even listening. Hunting angels - to be precise, they are the angels of Jubilus. There are far fewer of these guys now. Every time Salomon sends them there, they can only find a few who come to the main material plane to snatch souls. Little guy.

It was really life-threatening to escape those stupid neighborhood mutual aid committees in New York. Neither Bayonetta nor Joan of Arc were people who knew how to greet their neighbors. After Salomon showed up, he took care of all the procedures—— Including shooting at a few indifferent suitors, Salomon did it himself. After all, two beautiful single women will always meet suitors.Nick Fury has complained to him many times, and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't want anyone to be shot for this kind of thing - the mystic said that if those idiots don't move, sooner or later he will use an automatic rifle to kill them Their doors were torn down.

"The show has started, dear." Salomon looked at his phone and changed the TV channel to the news channel.He didn't expect Nick Fury to move so quickly. He picked up Captain America from Brooklyn and threw him in front of the Ghost Rider in just one meal.The TV station used aerial photography. Through the lens from the helicopter, news viewers could clearly see the flaming skull standing on the top of the building.

"After 70 years, Captain America appears again to fight against the devil." The Mystic Master waved his hand, "I have already thought of the title."

"Are you interested in Captain America?" Bayonetta glanced at the TV, "His butt is very perky."

"Honey, you know I'm not interested in men."

"But you went to Eton, and I hear you're still the teacher's whipping assistant."

"This is not the same as our previous interest." Salomon spread his hands helplessly, "This is a symbol of the United States - or, in other words, a symbol of the United States in the minds of Americans. This is a beautified image. The most visited museum in Washington is the Captain America Museum. Although I haven’t been in it, it’s quite interesting to see those red necks amusing themselves.”

Joan of Arc glared at Salomon. She didn't expect Bayonetta and Salomon to have progressed to this point.Seeing that her best friend of many years was about to be snatched away, Joan of Arc changed seats and inserted herself between Bayonetta and Salomon.

"Are you serious?" Salomon's eyes widened.Joan just glanced at him and refused to answer.

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If there is a chance that things will go bad, no matter how small the possibility, it will happen.This is Murphy's Law - the devil, like Murphy's Law, always appears in the worst circumstances, but for some people, the devil may appear at any time.Even if Salomon didn't go looking for traces of the devil, when he finished his weekend vacation, sent Bayonetta and Joan of Arc to hunt angels in eastern Europe, and returned to Eton alone, Mephisto still came to visit him. .

This was the day Salomon occupied the night chemistry laboratory alone, and he still had two alchemical orders to complete.Suddenly, a cold breath climbed into the laboratory from the bushes outside the window. The light tube above his head kept flashing, and the darkness continued from the end of the corridor until it stopped at the entrance of the laboratory.The mystic was aware of this strange vision. He put down the test tube filled with solution in his hand and was cautious.

"ell, our big shot is actually happy with a few bottles of alchemy potions." An old man in a black suit appeared in front of Salomon's alchemy console. He was holding a silver skull cane and had white hair. All slicked back, he looks like a polite old gentleman.

"Mephisto, do you still have the strength to run around?" Salomon instantly realized the true identity of the old man in front of him. Not long after the Supreme Mage told him the story of Mephisto, anyone They can all be reminded of his identity.

"Why should I run for my life?" The old devil raised his eyebrows, picked up the test tube and looked at it carefully, "I'm just a businessman."

"The most outstanding businessman in the world, Mr. Mephisto, is very good both in escaping and doing business." The Mystic Mage pulled up a chair nearby and sat down, "But it is a pity that the Supreme Mage did not give you the award. Business license."

"Import and export trade will always be oppressed by those in power. This kind of thing is normal to me, because I have never paid taxes." Mephisto also sat down on the chair, he didn't seem to care at all Will he be surrounded and suppressed by Karma Taj? "But it's just an incarnation, a powerless incarnation. If it's lost, it's lost. I can still afford this cost."

"Can I ask why you are here?" Salomon picked up the solution on the table and added the last ingredient.This is a potion for treating moderate injuries.When Mephisto discovered the positive energy in this bottle of potion, he looked at the mystic with an expression of "How dare you play shit?"

However, good upbringing still allowed Mephisto to quickly adjust his expression.

"Aren't you tired of it, Solomon?" he said, "Let that idiot Belial keep holding on to your contract. Thousands of years have passed, but don't say that you are still reluctant to let go of Belial. Or maybe Is it Lilith? That is indeed a charming succubus, but you are not a person obsessed with women. Don’t you also have the Queen of Sheba? That woman is not easy to mess with. My dear Lord of the Demonic Pillar, can it be said that you still Looking at the Seventh Throne? We all know it's not a good thing, and the one who thinks he can sit on it is a lunatic."

"What if I can help you take the contract away from Belial? What if I help you get into that position?"

"Let's make a deal."