Marvel Magic Event Book

In the long past, humans learned to train animals just like they learned to use tools.

Since the birth of farming and herding, cattle, horses, sheep, dogs and other livestock have also become an indispensable part of human production and life. They have replaced the flesh and blood obtained during hunting and provided human beings with animal protein and protein in a stable way. Plant proteins, even tools and even war materials.But there is only one creature whose purpose is not so clear-cut, and it is not even fully domesticated.It can neither provide sufficient protein for humans, but also loves to run rampant when humans are resting. Its only role is to eliminate some small rodents, although their enthusiasm for this only job cannot be called positive.But when this warm little thing lies snoring in human arms, any anger will dissipate.

The chubby Cheshire cat turned over, belly up, trying to distract its owner.

Hey, look at me!Don't look at that thing!puff!

Let me eat your hair!

"Sorry, dear Dinah, can you please help clean the Cheshire cat's litter box and the things outside the litter box?" Salomon asked the android maid, and then looked helplessly at the scene. A fat gray short-haired cat that just rolls around in its arms.The room they were in now was next door to the Witch's apartment, the house Salomon bought for Dinah to use as a dormitory.There are also several artificial beings responsible for security who live with her, but they are all participating in training at the moment (actually attending evening prayers), so Salomon uses this place as a temporary living room to receive guests.

It's more of an appointment than a reception.

"I think we have met." Although Matthew Murdock tried to remain calm, the scars on his face showed that the invitation for this interview did not go so smoothly.If it weren't for the tough tactics of the android in power armor, the blind lawyer would never have accepted this inexplicable invitation, because he has made many enemies recently, and many people want his life.

He was panting, a large gash was cut in his originally neat suit, and his strong body was covered with scars.Some are about to recover, while others have suffered recent injuries.This made Salomon a little curious about what supported this man to go to work every day.

His enemies did not include the man in front of him.

Even though he couldn't see it, he could tell there was no malice in the man's tone.

"I'm sorry to invite you here in this way. It's SHIELD who usually says this kind of thing, but I didn't expect that I would also say this one day. I hope you are not allergic to cat hair." Salomon chuckled.He petted the chubby cat and then placed the hot little guy on the table.He noticed Matthew Murdoch's sunglassed head turning subconsciously towards the Cheshire Cat. "Yes, we met, just a few years ago. At that time, you had just opened a law firm with your friend, Lawyer Murdoch."

Matthew Murdock thought for a while and finally remembered the boy he had seen in the alley.

To him, everyone's heartbeat sounds are completely different. He remembers some more special sounds, such as the person sitting in front of him.His heartbeat was so strong, so strong, just like he accidentally heard the pulse of the reactor when Iron Man passed over his head, which made Matthew Murdock have to wonder what was different about this man's body.

This happened a few years ago on Christmas Eve, a time when crime was high.

He had just graduated and soon wanted to open a law firm with his friends.Before that, he was wandering aimlessly in the alleys, trying to help some innocent people who fell into the hands of gangsters. This teenager was one of the targets he met that day.Originally he wanted to help, but what he didn't expect was that the boy actually killed those gun-wielding gangsters with his bare hands and took away the big guns they carried.

"Ha! It's you!" Lawyer Murdoch said, "Do you need legal aid?"

"Compared to legal aid, I think I need your ability more."

"My professional ability?" Matthew Murdoch said with a smile.Maybe it was because Salomon didn't kill the gangster that day that gave him the confidence to negotiate, or maybe it was the smell of book pages and expensive perfume on Salomon, or maybe it was the gentle sound made when the exquisite suit rubbed. , he looked a little more relaxed, anyway.The two of them were like the bull and the matador who kept circling in the bullring, both trying to seize the opportunity to stir up the red cloth, but he knew that what was behind the red cloth was not a sharp blade.

Matthew Murdoch is ready to explode.

"Are you Catholic, Attorney Murdoch?" Salomon changed the subject.

"Call me Matt. Yes, I'm Catholic."

"I was born in the parking lot of a Catholic church in New York. Maybe the church you often go to is the place where I was born. However, this cannot be the reason why I believe in Catholicism. My poor mother is an illegal immigrant. She believes in Judaism. She gave birth to me in poverty and illness. It's a bit ridiculous to say that some sick monks will think that this is a sign of the birth of the Messiah, and more than once." Matthew Murdoch raised his eyebrows , waiting for Salomon to continue, "Each of us has to bear responsibilities, whether this responsibility is born or given. Do you agree with this view?"

"Yes, I agree." The lawyer nodded, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's not a big deal. I know where her grave is, and I will go with her when I have time." Salomon took a deep breath, "Let's go back to the original question, Matt. Do you think Do you have responsibility for events that you can be involved in with your own abilities?"

The lawyer's body stiffened.He subconsciously reached for the blind stick placed aside, but he soon realized that it was a trap. "I have a responsibility to the poor people that my litigation ability can help, and Nelson Murdoch Law Firm will lend a helping hand to all people in the Clinton District who need help." He said, "I will try my best to help them maintain their legal rights. rights and interests."

"You are a qualified lawyer, but not a qualified private law enforcer." Salomon said with a smile.He ignored the lawyer's tense muscles, and Dinah, who was shoveling cat litter behind him, didn't react either. "I have heard about the recent news in Clinton District, that is, Hell's Kitchen. Police killers, bombing and killing of Russian gangsters." He said, "I know you did not do those things, but this does not prevent public opinion from placing these things at ease." On your head."

Matthew Murdoch's hair stood on end.He tried to reach for his blind stick, but the sudden paralysis prevented him from moving.

Salomon waved, the refrigerator door opened automatically, and two bottles of Abbey beer flew out on their own and landed in front of him and the lawyer.Due to the excellent alchemical body, it is difficult for artificial people to get drunk, so they have a special hobby for alcohol.To satisfy them, Salomon reached a long-term agreement with a well-connected craft beer supplier and purchased a large batch of Westvleteren 12 Abbey beer.

"I know there's something hidden in Hell's Kitchen. It's something supernatural," he said. "It's something from the Shadowlands. In technical terms, it's a creature from the Shadow Plane. In fact, you stop yourself. The Master did the right thing by killing the boy. If the boy died, the shadow creature called the 'Black Sky' would shift its target again. That thing was quite difficult to kill, and the 'Black Sky' had been quiet for the past thousand years, until recently ."

"Who are you?" the lawyer asked through gritted teeth.He didn't know why Salomon knew what happened last night, and he didn't know what the "hacker" Salomon was talking about was.But the intelligence and special abilities displayed by this man were enough to make Matthew Murdoch wary.

"A professional magician, affiliated with an organization that specializes in dealing with creatures like the 'Black Sky'." Salomon helped him open the lid of the beer and dispelled the magic at the same time. "Try it, this craft beer is better than what you used to drink. The industrial beer is much better.”