Marvel Magic Event Book

"Huh..." He blinked and his body fell downwards.

He felt like he was falling into a cloud, and the blurred light seemed to be spreading inward from the corner of his eye along some unknown vein, just like the sfumato technique he learned when he was studying watercolor painting.He subconsciously thought that this was some kind of revelation, like a shell on the shoal, a small echo set off by the endless waves of the sea of ​​souls.The light and shadow gradually formed a blurry figure, and he knew whose back it was without thinking too much - it was his wife.The long-forgotten past crashed into his dream like a roaring locomotive spewing soot. He felt his hands and feet were cold, as if he had returned to a very bad moment, panic, nervousness, grief and anger. came up together.

But he couldn't remember.

No, he knew that he had blocked this memory himself to fight against corruption.He calmed down again, and then his dream seemed to switch to another channel. He watched the huge waves high on the mountain rise in front of his eyes, the sun was obscured by clouds, and the thunder that resounded throughout the universe replaced the light of the stars and illuminated the sky. The black longship that seemed to be made of black scales slowly squeezed out from the horizon. The violent wind roared from the mouth of the gray giant wolf, shouting that death was coming. The dark sun jumped out from behind the longship, radiating cold death to the entire world. of light.He looked down at his feet and realized that he was stepping on a body covered with scars.Another body, another body, death everywhere you look, and the sea water is dyed thick red with blood.

traitor!Someone shouted in the void, and that person's anger even triggered a new round of huge waves.

Casilios opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, and let out another sigh of relief.

He stretched out a hand from under the quilt and turned on the warm bedside lamp, then immediately retracted it.The winter in Northern Europe is very difficult. Even if he paid for floor heating and heating, the small draft leaking from the window gap is enough to freeze his fingers.Casilios reluctantly sat up from the bed, and the cold air hit him instantly like an aerial bomb exploding on his spine, which made him sober.He whispered a spell and directed the water glass and thermos.

Then he put on his glasses, picked up a black leather notebook and a pen and carefully recorded this dream.As a spell caster, he has not dreamed for a long time. Unless there is a particularly powerful external force, it is possible for him to dream and protect his own mind. This is the reason why the spell caster has remained tense for a long time.The former dream was blurry, but he clearly remembered the omen he saw in the latter dream.Thunder, waves, giant wolves, mountain peaks and the cold sun, he thought it was because of his long-term mission that he had such a dream.

His long-term mission is to monitor the movements of the Aesir royal family, but it has to be said that if you throw away the title of the father of the gods, Odin is actually quite likeable - Odin once held events in his cabin A small banquet was held, with only Cassios participating.Warm stove, thick mead, and steaks grilled until tender. Two dogs grunted under the long wooden table and gnawed on the bones left by their masters.Odin waved his greasy hands and boasted about his hunting experiences as a young man and his bravery in defeating his enemies on the battlefield.The smoke from the slowly burning wood mixed with the aroma of mushroom soup. The strong honey wine, which is not what the human stomach can bear, wakes people up after one sip.

Maybe he dreamed about Ragnarok?The thread of fate of the three Norn goddesses entangled him?

Casilios recorded a few key elements and then fell into thinking.However, he did not delay for too long. Instead, he put down his notebook, took the hot water brought by the invisible servant, and drank slowly.He took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, the cold air completely clearing his mind.He walked into the bathroom and looked at the man with gray stubble and short hair in the mirror. The dazzling white light above his head cast a shadow in the deep eye sockets. When he lowered his head, thousands of pictures with him appeared in the mirror. Similar faces, each one roaring at him.Cassilios did not notice this, and the dreams disturbed him.He turned on the faucet and started washing. When he raised his head again, the fragments in the mirror had completely disappeared.

Salomon, whom he had grown up watching, was coming to visit today, and he had to prepare in advance.

"I heard about what happened in London. It's not your fault." Casilios poured a glass of vodka that had been chilled outdoors for Salomon, who was sitting opposite. A thin layer of ice condensed on the surface of the wine.Salomon shook his head, and after clinking glasses with Casilios, he drank the almost full clear liquor from the whiskey glass without blinking.The mystic's ability to drink is beyond the reach of ordinary people. This is due to the fact that his body has been strengthened by magic power and trained in close combat for many years. Although he is not as powerful as in the comics, unless he is cursed, he will suffer from diseases. It is generally difficult to happen to mystics - of course, a healthy body alone cannot resist the erosion of alcohol, but mystics still have some tricks. For example, the [All-purpose Secret Medicine] made by Salomon can resist alcohol.It’s just that Salomon no longer needs to take the [All-purpose Secret Medicine] as he did in the past. As he grows older, the feedback from the stigmata and the genome created by the Mother Goddess of the Earth have already given his internal organs abilities beyond ordinary people. The most complex and beautiful programs were running inside him.

"I never said it was my fault, but I still underestimated the capabilities of mortal civil servants. This is a mistake and cannot be changed." Casilios poured the two of them a second glass of wine unhurriedly. Salomon smacked his lips together and savored the feeling of the first glass of strong drink.The young mystic had already changed his clothes.He took off his power armor and put on his suit again, except that he replaced the vest with a black long-sleeved sweater and put on a woolen coat.Even though he was here for a visit, he still had a belt with a copper buckle hanging around his waist, and his long and short knives stayed quietly in their sheaths, with only a little bit of shape showing under the cover of his coat. "You should have heard recently that I gave up the competition for the title of Supreme Mage." He said, "Kama Taj has not been peaceful recently."

"I have known this for a long time. The Supreme Mage is just a title. The real power of the Supreme Mage still belongs to you. The Supreme Master has an unscrupulous preference for you, and everyone can see this." Casilio Si said, "If someone can't see it, it means that this person cannot continue to stay at Kamal Taj. It's not that no one has written to me to plead for mercy, but everyone knows that His Holiness's will cannot be changed. But I still I don’t understand, if you give up competing for the title of Supreme Mage, who will inherit this title, and what will the Supreme Trinity do?”

"Time has no meaning in the sea of ​​souls. The so-called prophecy is actually a possibility of the future. For the Supreme Trinity, there is no difference between the past and the future."

Casilios nodded and made a zipper gesture with his mouth.

"Let's not talk about it anymore." He put down his wine glass and pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "I grilled pork chops, which I learned from my neighbor. It's a traditional Norwegian Christmas dish that goes well with wine."

"Neighbor?" Salomon recalled a young blond woman he met next door. He greeted her very politely. "Is she an alien or a mortal?"

"mortal."

"uh-huh"