Marvel Magic Event Book

Everyone in the Doorless Bar, a famous witch gathering place in New York, frowned and glanced at every customer who had just entered the door from the corner of their eyes.Unlike Stephen Strange who lost control of the magical world after taking office as the Supreme Mage, the current Supreme Mage has an extremely shocking power to intimidate the magical world. Since that order was issued, the Doorless Bar has been in a gray area. The gathering place has at least reduced its customer flow by half, and most of the remaining wild spellcasters who dare to come to the bar have already registered.

Although these customers were not all highly skilled wizards, they also sensed the prelude to the coming turmoil in the magical world. Therefore, when Salomon walked into the Doorless Bar, he encountered several wild spellcasters he had seen and known. They immediately gathered around, trying to get the news - Siberian Earl Kooz squeezed in front with his strong body odor and strong physique. "This is a manly young man." He pointed to Salomon and said to the others. "You must not think that I watched him grow up. At that time, he was still so small, only as high as a finger. Now he is He is taller than me, it must be because he has learned my exercise methods, winter outings, wrestling with wild boars, pulling up trees with your bare hands... You sissies definitely can't do that."

"Merlin's beard! Count Keoz, we are not interested in why you are so strong. Let's get down to business!"

"Okay, okay." Count Keoz nodded bitterly, "Little guy, we big guys want to ask what the Supreme Mage's order is about! It's not that we all are unwilling to obey the Supreme Mage's order, it's this order It came out of nowhere. Did His Holiness predict some great disaster? Don’t look at me like that. Although the locals call me a prophet, I can’t predict anything at all.”

"We all know." The British wizard from before squeezed out a weak voice, "You are a barbarian."

The Wumen Bar was as lively as ever.

Magic is not allowed in fights, and Count Cooz quickly gained the upper hand, crushing the British wizard and an American wizard until the bar owner waved a stick to separate the crowd. Salomon was Only then did he take a breath from Count Keoz's strong body odor.He didn't see what was going on just now and thought a talking brown bear had squeezed into the bar. After all, Count Keozzi smelled no different from a bear. "I'm just here to put up a notice." He said to the bar owner. "His Holiness has given everyone plenty of time. As long as it does not violate the laws of Kama Taj, there will be no problem."

"The Doorless Bar also welcomes the mystics of Kama Taj." The bar owner raised his head and glanced at Salomon cautiously, "But now people are panicked, and more than half of the guests are missing. Those people have gone to the black market port in the New York sewers. , you and any Kama Taj mystics are not very welcome there.”

"I know."

Salomon used a little magic to stick the parchment covered with the coat of arms of Kama Taj on the moldy and damp wall next to the advertisements for aphrodisiac potions, wanted posters, and love potions. If anyone wanted to tear off the parchment, , then you can only tear off the wall covering together with the wall body.After he finished all this, he shook a stack of parchment in his hand toward the crowd. The content on it was exactly the same as the notice on the wall. "I'm going to go there and take a look later." He showed a very evil smile, "Anyway, that place will have to be cleaned up sooner or later, and I don't mind if someone takes action immediately."

"The will of the Lord." Earl Keoz asked in a rough voice, "Boy, do you need help?"

The Siberian prophet was keenly aware of Salomon's purpose in going to the magical black market.Any spellcaster can see how luxurious Salomon's equipment is - the iron-black gloves, the blood-red holy cloth, and the various bits and pieces of magic items stimulate every spellcaster with magic vision. The person burst into tears.The magical black market in the New York sewers is a notoriously gray area. For those extremely poor guys, this piece of equipment is the best thing they have ever seen in their lives.Although the mystics of Karma Taj have been in and out of the magical black market on more than one occasion, none have ever been so solemnly dressed.

Not to mention the long and short knives hanging on his waist and the large-caliber pistol hanging on the holster on his thigh. It was obvious that Salomon did this on purpose because he wanted someone to cause trouble. "I don't think so," he said. "There's bound to be some blood there today, but it's definitely not mine."

The Mage Supreme's reputation rests on everything from fists to swords, but not everyone obeys his discipline.

When the notice was posted, Salomon still had to finish a previous task.After all, he had already received Kunlun's reward and could not drag it out any longer. Today he had to kill all the Hand who were spying on the dragon's bones.This day was the last day of the Christmas holiday, and later became known to New Yorkers as "Hell's Kitchen Bleeding Night."But in fact, the level of blood in Hell's Kitchen is nothing compared to the black market ports in the sewers of New York.The previous Battle of Finbowente was not well known under the blockade of Karma Taj, but this time it was Salomon who made his name openly and openly - it was a demiplane hidden in the gap between dimensions. , the entrance is located in a very old sewer. Anyone who wants to go there must take a boat from the ferryman to enter that demiplane in the correct way, otherwise they can only step into the sewage.No one knows when this place arose, and no one knows who discovered and established this small demiplane. It has naturally become a place for some mystics trying to escape Kama Taj, or to carry out some dirty work. A place for dirty deals.

This is a small shadow under the authority of the Supreme Mage.

Kamal Taj is usually reluctant to manage such a place. Of course, it is not because Kamal Taj respects freedom and other messy reasons, but because His Holiness has no interest in managing these trivial matters.But when the Lord's order is given, even these shadowy corners that are usually unruly must obey.The purpose of Salomon coming here is to re-establish the authority of Kamal Taj and to shine the glory of His Holiness on this place again.He was the last one to set out. Other mystics of Karma Taj, such as Cassilios, had already taken over the task of cleaning up the Nordic magic black market.

His Holiness was considerate of Salomon and asked him to go home early for dinner, so he left the task of New York to him.

The so-called ferryman is actually a voodoo living corpse shrouded in tattered black robes. This living corpse has existed since the establishment of the black market and is still following the last orders to this day.Salomon had no coins for passage, and the patrons in the doorless bar did not dare to say where they had been, so no one gave him the coins - although everyone knew they had been to the black market. But saying it openly is another matter.

"Take me there." Salomon stepped onto the boat with the angry wind lantern. Even though he had no coins, the ferryman still set sail.

The warm yellow light accompanied the swaying of the creaking bones of the ferryman as he rowed, and found grotesque black shadows on the red brick vaults.The boat was traveling fast on the fetid slow water. On both sides of the sewer, in the corners that the light could not find, there were those terrifying bed monsters from fairy tales. Their shadows gradually appeared from the cracks in the wall, from the rusty grates, and from The dirty, dark water emerged from the sewage, with a slight rustling sound that gradually merged with the sound of water flow.As the boat continued to sail, the traces of modernization became less and less as it went forward, until the vaults of the sewer were replaced by rough stones and the grates became rotten wood.Groups of jet-black poisonous snakes clung to the boat, their small reflective heads protruding from the edge of the boat. The putrid smell became heavier and heavier, making it almost impossible to breathe.

It was like a boat sailing through a nightmare, but Salomon didn't care.