Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon went to the Master's monastery, but was soon kicked out.

His Holiness believed that Salomon should know that Modo had a stubborn temperament and did not know how to adapt, so there was no need to take those words to heart. Moreover, Modo was also thinking about the stability of Kama Taj, and there was really nothing to blame.And what Salomon did was indeed within His Majesty’s expectation. Capturing the incarnations of Mephisto in the human world is a long-term task, and these incarnations are no different from ordinary people. It takes some chance to discover them. coincide.

Obviously, Salomon is the one who is destined, and his connection with the lower planes allows him to always find the devil.

Therefore, the Supreme Master did not mean to blame Salomon for using the magic weapon without permission. On the contrary, the Supreme Mage also wanted to praise the disciple's creativity in magic.The Venerable was referring to the note that took the portal from the New York Temple back to the headquarters of Karma Taj. It was a spell from the creation sub-school of the conjuration system, plus a transformation spell, and the combined spell was full of creativity.

Salomon looked at the note twisting in his hand, shrugged, and threw it into the fireplace without regret.This is just a small experiment for him. Next time he wants to attach the "Magic Mouth Magic" to an envelope and try to create an envelope that can read the contents of the letter, which is a real-life version of the "Howler Letter."It's just that he doesn't have a letter he wants to send now. The Ghost Rider matter has been taken over by Mordo. He has nothing to do now and there is only one day left for the vacation - now he just wants to stay in Bayoney. In Tower's apartment, lazily lying on the sofa musty.

There is nothing in the world that is more pleasant than doing nothing.

In line with the principle of "make yourself look busy before you fish", Salomon pretended to walk around the empty hall of Kama Taj headquarters for several times, ready to cast a spell and slip away at any time.But what he didn't expect was that a sudden phone call interrupted Salomon's spell casting preparations.

This was Athena's call, and Salomon had to answer it.

"Lorna likes the jelly you brought." Athena seemed to be suppressing a smile. When she spoke, Salomon could still hear Lorna's complaining voice coming from the distance. "Little Lorna wants to apologize, but she is too embarrassed to say it." She said in a cheerful tone, "When can you take her for a walk? I think ice cream can make this little guy less nervous. It's time for her to enter puberty. Woolen cloth."

Lorna complained louder.

"Next time, Athena, next time." Salomon raised his eyebrows. He really didn't notice the sensitive mentality of adolescent girls. "I have to take a bath later. You definitely don't want to see a slimy girl." It stinks to me."

When Salomon hung up the phone and looked around, ready to slip away again, his cell phone rang again.

This is a call from Joan of Arc.After Salomon answered the phone, he heard Joan of Arc telling Ming about the groceries she wanted to buy tonight at a very fast speed, what Bayonetta wanted to eat, and what spices were missing at home, without any thought. Did Salomon hear it clearly?The mystic mage could only take out a piece of paper and record Joan of Arc's request - the dishes cooked by the invisible servant were really unpalatable. Either they were easily burnt, or the proportion of seasonings and ingredients was wrong.Joan of Arc asked Salomon repeatedly, and then she felt relieved after confirming that the invisible servant was not cooking today.

"Bayonetta would like to try some dessert tonight, something with alcohol." Joan of Arc said, "I don't mind eating some either."

"Then let's make some red wine jelly." Salomon put the note into his pocket, "Or maybe you want some Asian flavor today? How about plum wine chiffon cake? To be honest, you really don't want to eat it? ?”

"To shut up!"

After Joan hung up the phone in anger, Salomon decided to set the phone to vibrate mode to prevent the sudden call from attracting other people's attention and interrupting his fishing plan.His caution always worked. Salomon took out the vibrating cell phone in his pocket and took a look.

Well, Tony Stark is an annoyance, not SHIELD, and can be hung up on.

When the Mystic Mage traveled through the portal to New York, his cell phone finally went silent.He has to go to the supermarket next to buy the ingredients needed for today's dinner. It's not just the supermarket in New York. In order to make the plum wine chiffon cake, he also needs to go to Japan.This was no problem for Salomon, who was wearing a hanging ring.

The United States is a country that values ​​freedom. Salomon, wearing a black esoteric robe, is not noticeable when walking on the street. Pedestrians have already classified him with those punk youths.It is also because the United States is a country that values ​​freedom, and it is an individual's freedom to carry a gun on the streets. Therefore, when Salomon took a shortcut to the supermarket, there were already four or five gangsters lying in the alley behind him—— When they saw the ring on Salomon's hand and the necklace around his neck, they wanted to make a lot of money, so Salomon had more than ten dollars in bills, an unregistered pistol and a small bag of gunpowder.

It seems like this is what the gangsters are planning to do tonight.

Salomon looked at it and put it into his dimensional bag. These things were necessary for making certain potions. He was still underage, so no one would sell him these things.

"You shouldn't touch these things." Salomon turned around and saw a man in a suit standing behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.The Mystic Master looked up and down at the guy wearing sunglasses and the long staff in his hand - is this a blind man?

"Yes, I am a blind man." He seemed to see what Salomon was thinking. "Now, kid, put down the pistol and the drugs. Those are not things you should touch. You are even incompatible with this neighborhood. Why are you here?" this?"

"I'm just here to buy some seasonings." Salomon simply threw the pistol and the boss out of the dimensional bag. He didn't feel it was a pity, it was just an unexpected gain. "I'm too lazy to go to Japan just for a bottle of plum wine, so I came here to take a look first." He said, "Is there any problem?"

The blind man was silent for a while. "You're not lying." He nodded, "But defeating a few gangsters is not something to be proud of. You'd better go home now, pretend that nothing happened, and get out of here before those guys go back to find someone. Your clothes suggest you are rich, but this is no rich man's playground, Englishman."

"Are you blind?"

"It's true that I can't see, but I have other abilities."

Salomon looked carefully at the blind man in front of him.This guy does have some skills. Salomon didn't even know when he touched his back. Of course, it might also be because Salomon didn't wear the holy robe today and was too lazy to open the stigmata.

"Who are you?" the mystic asked.There are many capable blind people in the world, but there should be only one in New York. He has already guessed the answer.

"Matt Murdock," said the blind man, "a trainee solicitor at Langley Law Firm, where I live."

"Okay, trainee lawyer." Salomon shook his head, turned around and left, "I wish you have your own law firm."

"Aren't you going to leave here?"

"I haven't bought anything yet." The Mystic Mage doesn't want to have much interaction with these street heroes. This is not arrogance, but because the two parties are in different fields and have different ideas, making it difficult to be friends.Of course, he couldn't tell whether he would be slapped in the face in the future, because he didn't know what the so-called "black sky" was. If that thing was an extradimensional creature, Kamathaj would still have to take care of it.

"You should..." Matt Murdock stopped mid-sentence. He listened carefully in disbelief because he encountered the strangest thing in his life.The person standing in front of him suddenly disappeared, as if he were a breath of air. The sound of his heartbeat and footsteps disappeared, and even the faint smell of sweat disappeared.

"It's really weird." After a moment, he shrugged and said helplessly, "There are so many weirdos in New York."