Marvel Magic Event Book

Just like this man, under the ice on the streets of Norway in January, the warm spring breeze spreads from the ocean to the land.In the days to come, the long winter like a doomsday catastrophe will be slowly driven out of the southern land. The forest god Vidal and the nature god Vali will plant seeds on this land that are greener and greener than ever before. With more lush plants, life will once again sing in this land.But in Oslo in the north, the slender tentacles of spring have not arrived so soon. The pale sun overhead is weakly throwing away scant heat, and the vitality is still hidden under the ice.

Just like the man walking on the sidewalk, his short gray-white hair was combed back, and a few strands of lifeless hair hung on his broad forehead.His eyes had a cheerful expression, and neither the gray-white stubble that he had deliberately grown nor the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes made him look too old. The cold air boosted his spirit, making his eyes look even more youthful. bright.There was a light snowfall last night, and by morning the melted snowflakes had turned into nasty, slippery ice.

He had a spring in his step and long strides across the ice on the sidewalk.From the stiff black leather shoe heels to the gray-white hair that was a little messy in the wind, it was exactly 180 centimeters. The arms hidden by the gray woolen coat were as powerful as the coming warm ocean breeze.Good taste in dark clothes not only keeps him warm, but also gives him a mature masculine charm. It must be said that he is very attractive to women with an Electra complex.

Casilios is looking forward to the people he is about to meet.He walked to the cafe on the street. The awning kept the ground a little dry, and the person waiting was standing there. He looked slimmer than him, with the same tall figure casually draped over his shoulders. Covered by black coat.This man was the complete opposite of him. He exuded a youthful aura uncontrollably. Not only did the three huge gemstone rings of different colors not make him look vulgar and gorgeous, nor did the bulging muscles under his white shirt make him rude. On the contrary, together with the dark black suit and tie, it brings out his unique temperament.

His long, slightly curly black hair was tied back, with a few naughty curls dancing on his forehead in the breeze, and a charming smile always hung on his face.It was vaguely visible that there was something long and long tied to his waist with a belt inlaid with a silver buckle. He could pull it out at any time as long as he stretched out his right hand.

"My child." Casilios opened his arms and hugged the young man hard.At one point, the two did look a lot like father and son.This child was his spiritual sustenance on the lonely snowy mountain. He watched this child grow up, go to college, and have one or two girlfriends.He watched him learn magic, learn to drive, and learn scientific knowledge that was difficult for normal people to understand.

Salomon also smiled and patted Casilios on the back. He did not object to Casilios calling him this name.

"You have a belly now, Cassilios." After they separated, Salomon raised his eyebrows at him.Casilios's American English accent seemed to have changed a bit, taking on the fresh air of glaciers and pastures, "It's only been a few months, how come you've become like this?"

"The father of the gods is a good hunter, and Frigga is too hospitable." Cassilios said with a smile.He pulled out the wooden seat of the coffee stall.This chair creaks and has done the same job for over 100 years, and today is no exception.Salomon sat down like him. Under his dark black woolen coat was a silver-plated black slender scabbard, and on the other side was a smaller scabbard.The same artistic style, just hidden by a large coat.

Casilios hung his coat on the back of the seat. "If you eat venison, bear meat and salmon every day and don't exercise because of the cold, you will be like me." He said, "You can't blame me alone, the father of the gods also has a belly, That doesn’t mean anything.”

"Asgardians just can't sit still, but that's not why you refuse to exercise." When the waiter brought the coffee, Salomon had no intention of talking about the mission immediately.Previously, because Salomon was busy with his studies at Oxford, His Holiness could only assign one other person to accompany the Father of the Gods. As one of the most outstanding mystics of Karma Taj, Cassilios did his part and received this easy task. of assignment.

Whether it's Christmas or New Year, Casilios spends his time in the snow and ice of Northern Europe.This kind of mission, which was similar to a vacation, allowed him to have a good rest for a while, and the vast and magnificent scenery made him feel happy even more.Salomon pushed the coffee aside.He didn't like coffee, very much, and especially the Norwegian Ferry coffee was as bad as the Americano.But he already wanted to spend time with Casilios before he came here, and the money he paid was enough for the store to provide some help.

The older mystic raised his eyebrows and watched as Salomon used exaggerated gestures to conjure a bottle of clear and transparent wine.The waiter brought four wine glasses and a large bottle of soda water. The two large glasses were filled with ice cubes, and the two small glasses could only hold a little liquid.In this country, drinking alcohol is a very normal thing, and even hard liquor is welcomed by most people.

When Salomon poured the almost viscous transparent liquid from the bottle into two small glasses, Casilios raised the glass without hesitation and drank the vodka, which was as pure as ice cubes in one gulp. .Under his gaze, Salomon also raised his glass and drank the frozen wine.The vodka hit the stomach like an ice cube, making the intestines tremble with cold.Within a few seconds, the alcohol began to take effect, and the mystic felt like a pot of charcoal fire with a suitable temperature was stuffed into his stomach.

He let out a long breath.

"For Odin!" he toasted happily and casually. "The next drink is for Frigga."

Casilios nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Salomon looked like a man.

Maybe one cup, maybe five cups, no one knows.Perhaps it was the cold wind in the north that urged them to drink every drop of wine, but Salomon and Casilios did not intend to stop this time.The vodka was poured into a glass filled with ice cubes, and soda water was poured into it. No one knew how much they drank.Among the smoked fish and sausages, the chocolate and the cheese balls, there were glasses of liquor and countless topics, including the joint exam Salomon had taken not long ago.When the two finally planned to get up and leave, Salomon was still not drunk at all. Only Casilios was still talking about the stupid things Salomon had done with him when he was a child.

The young man listened with a smile on his face and did not interrupt the older mystic.

The alcohol concentration in the blood vessels is just right, very warm, and very suitable for chatting.

It is undeniable that Casilios did play a part-father role in Salomon's childhood.For example, taking the boy to drink secretly, building a snowman, and throwing snowballs at the boring and rigid Mordo.Salomon was very grateful to him because he really played a good father, even though the two were not related by blood - part of the reason was that Salomon was quite reassuring and looked completely different from a normal teenager. , not interested at all in the concept of second-hand and death, noise and noise.

"What are we going to do?" Casilios waited until the paper cup filled with a mixture of orange juice and vodka was empty before asking about the destination of the mission.Salomon shook his head and repeated the Venerable's words nonchalantly.Kaecilios glanced at the young mystic, a little curious.

"This is just a task of picking up garbage." It is not unreasonable for him to call the search for props left by the gods in the past as picking up garbage, because when all the gods left the earth, they often missed some less important things.For example, Aphrodite's clothes are always undressed, or she has to take off her clothes immediately after wearing them. These items have some magical effects, but are actually very useless and are not even qualified to be included in the Temple Museum.

It is said that Aphrodite's clothes were burned by Athena, but Salomon did not dare to ask what the specific situation was.

Of course, these things will still cause some trouble after being picked up by ordinary people, and Kama Taj will definitely solve those troubles.