Marvel Magic Event Book

This is the best age in life, neither too naive nor too mature, with a slender figure that can hold up a stiff gray suit without looking too mature, and with well-defined muscles even after taking off the shirt.You can slick back your defiant mane, choose an indigo or crimson tie, and then drive your parents' old car to find the girl you love and take her to the prom.

For Salomon, this kind of thing seems simpler.First of all, he went to an all-boys school, there was no such thing as a dance partner, and his high school life was never distracted by a tall adolescent girl.Secondly, he has a car of his own, an Aston Martin with gentlemanly taste that can match his handmade suit. The waistline of this car is as narrow as the waistline of his suit, completely There is no bloated wealth of middle-aged people.

The only slight problem is that this car has a British license plate, and it is also a private license plate. This kind of license plate is not so standardized in the United States.If the traffic police don't quite understand, I mean, they basically don't understand how much a private license plate costs in the UK. The only consequence of driving such a car in the United States is to be asked to stop for inspection.At that time, please make sure that the driver's hands are within sight of the police, otherwise they may shoot you at will - of course, if you behave well enough, are polite enough, and are educated enough If so, you can even make a few small jokes with the American police.

why not?You are a young, wealthy taxpayer, and in a capitalist country, everyone has to be polite to you.

But in the UK, none of these problems exist. The only thing that bothers Salomon is the bad traffic.

Aliens come and go (I mean, they were shot away. That's the only good news, thankfully), but Londoners still have to live here.Everyone, even deaf old men, have caregivers tell them about alien invasions, and then they will happily tell others that they saw UFOs when they were young. The aliens at that time were a little bit kinder. It’s not like now when racism is rampant and the aliens have become vicious.As a decent London citizen (referring to the indigenous residents of London, not the wealthy people who later moved here), they will not believe in so-called superheroes. Who knows if a group of freaks flying around in the sky will notice? People underfoot.

Just yesterday, a house caught fire, and the culprit was a little lizard that was on fire.Then there were several children who claimed to have seen flower fairies, which pleased some elderly people. They thought that children today had lost their childhood and did not know fairy tales. They only knew rock music and big boys.Of course, there are some young Londoners with fascinating lifestyle habits, and that's exactly what Salomon is going to do.

The hot apple pie and a big scoop of sweet vanilla ice cream are paired with hot black tea with sugar but no milk. The owner here has one of the few commendable hospitality habits.Therefore, when Salomon opened the portal and drove the car from the highway into the courtyard, the butler's expression was still calm. He calmly took the car keys and helped Salomon park the car, with an expression that seemed to say Salomon is the irritable and impolite guy.

This is an invitation where Salomon must demonstrate the aristocratic qualities he has learned.

In fact, there are many such invitations, but he only accepted those from scholars rather than business tycoons (specifically Stark), and Salomon, the initiator of this invitation, must treat it with caution.This is not just because of her title, but because the promoter is destined to come into contact with the mysterious world, and Salomon must stop her from revealing the truth before everything happens.

As long as she is willing to sign the contract.Then Salomon would be able to stop worrying about her fuss.

This very boisterous subject was as nervous as an adolescent in front of Salomon, and the mystic believed that it was the power he had shown in the past that scared her.However, this is not the case. Lara Croft is just too excited because some historical answers are right in front of her.However, things did not go so smoothly.

"I have heard of Sir Richard Crawford's name. Even you are the subject of reports in various small newspapers in London." After Salomon sat down on the soft enough back chair, he thought about himself. He took out the contract and said, "I'm sorry, but this is a necessary procedure, Miss Crawford."

Fortunately, Lara Croft did not have the stupid ideas of the white left wing, and she accepted this not harsh contract very easily.As a price, Salomon must answer some historical mysteries for her, some things that are not recorded in historical materials.The most important thing is that she wants to get a reasonable explanation for the unsolved mysteries about King Arthur.Including the whereabouts of the Holy Sword and Salomon's identity, these requirements were also written into the contract. She promised not to tell anyone or leave any records.

Lara Croft also mentioned that she was about to participate in an adventure to the Dragon Triangle, and she asked Salomon about the situation there.This puts Salomon in a bit of a dilemma, because there is a cemetery of the Umbrella Witch there. Although there is nothing related to magic there, it is deadly enough for ordinary people.In the end, the mystic still did not tell her the truth about the Dragon Triangle, because this was a turning point in Lara Croft's life and he could not interfere at will.

This was just one of the lighter things Salomon had to do today. After saying goodbye, he drove to the Finnish countryside.There, he saw Frigga, the Queen of Heaven, and Odin, the Father of the Gods, who had changed into ordinary people's clothes and were walking on the stone road in the countryside that was about to be covered by green grass. In front of them were towering snow-capped mountains and piles of snow-capped peaks. Thick leaden gray clouds.

Salomon stopped the car far away and walked along the road they had taken.Odin is holding a seemingly ordinary cane, but anyone with special vision can see the dazzling magical aura on this cane.Odin was not very happy about Salomon's arrival. It seemed that after stepping down from the throne, the king's thoughts disappeared completely. Salomon heard Odin whispering dissatisfiedly cursing Salomon for disturbing his leisure time. Queen Frigga patted his shoulder and asked him to pay attention to his identity.

"What status do we have? We are just an old couple living in the country now."

"Really, but the neighbors all told me that you claim to be my grandfather."

"We have to find some excuse for mortals..." Odin pursed his lips and argued in a low voice.Queen Frigga smiled helplessly. She invited Salomon to walk with them. It would be best if she could keep an eye on Odin when she went to collect fungi and herbs, lest the old guy run into the snowy mountains again while she was not paying attention. Hunting at the top.

"Awesome, no wonder my neighbors would compliment me on how strong my 'grandfather' is, and you seem to have shared bear meat with them? You should be thankful that calling the police is less popular here, and the bear meat is also delicious." Salo Meng sighed, and in a rare persuasive tone he said to Odin, who turned his back to him, "If you want to hunt, it's best not to let ordinary people see you carrying a bear on your back, at least don't put the bear skin on your back. Hanging it outside is not something an ordinary elderly person can do."