Marvel Book of Magical Events

Salomon slept through the night in an apartment without electricity. It was tough, but with the company of the Cheshire cat and the android, candles and books, it wasn't that hard an evening. In the early morning, after waking up, he washed in cold water and put on clean clothes, then he opened the portal and returned to Positano Town - Maya Hansen's vacation balance was insufficient, and the library of the Immortal City needed her to tidy up. Salomon gave her the viewing rights of all the books, and only when she opened those magic books would she not be burned to ashes by the protective spells on the books.

In addition, Mr. Finch also needed Samun Shaw's help, because this time two unrelated numbers appeared at the same time, and Mr. Reaser couldn't do it alone. Samun Xiao was a little depressed after hearing the news, because she really liked Salomon's employment tasks. After all, not every task was like this one, where she could drink red wine and count money to complete it. She also likes the two witches very much. After excluding Salomon, the only male, they chatted very happily.

When the mystic came to the hotel room, he saw her lying on the sofa in a daze, with the ice pack on her forehead, as if she had drunk too much. You need to sober up, Ms. Xiao. Salomon put Samun Xiao on the balcony, allowing the breeze to blow away the smell of alcohol on her body. Only Maya Hansen helped. The witches set off early. They were going to visit the former site of Sun Island, which is still in ruins, and the pious followers of the Ragnar Order still live on the island. Only after confirming that the number of angels has nothing to do with Sun Island, can the witches rest assured and continue to live. The mystic gave Samn Xiao a bottle of alchemy potion, allowing the ethanol receptors in her body to temporarily combine with the special ingredients in the alchemy potion, thereby alleviating the drunk reaction.

Oh my god, how much did I drink? The alchemy potion took effect very quickly, Samun Xiao clutched his forehead and sat up from the balcony chair with a groan.

I can't answer this question. The mystic looked at the wine bottles rolling around in the room, thinking it would be better not to tell the truth. Your work here is over, Ms. Xiao. He said, Mr. Finch needs you there. Keep the cash, and I will hire you next time. I think Ms. Hansen should not object to your protection.

Do more tasks like this. Samun Xiao stood up staggeringly, I will definitely not drink so much next time! Humph! I promise!

Ms. Hansen, help Ms. Shaw, we should leave. Oh, put up a sign, no room service, I will let the invisible servant clean this place. Get up, Samun Shaw, don't lean against the wall, Jesus still needs you! [John Reaser's actor is also an actor in The Passion of the Christ]

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Ahem, are you done? The venerable asked Salomon, who was sitting at the bottom, holding the fan, When will the Internet be restored? Many apprentices are about to cry. They can't stand the days without the Internet.

It's almost there, teacher. Mr. Finch has already completed most of the work. As long as Stark doesn't make trouble, a working firewall can be installed tomorrow. Salomon looked at the row of temple deacons sitting next to him. At that time, you don't have to worry about the spell being eavesdropped. But I still suggest that you don't use your mobile phone to take pictures of magic books. It is difficult to guarantee privacy in the information age.

Let me tell you, our place is a place for meditation. If the network is disconnected, it will be disconnected. We don't need it anyway. Master Daniel of the New York Temple looked menacing. When he spoke, his thick white beard jumped up and down non-stop. I already beat up my grandson because he took a picture of a page from the Book of Visandra and posted it online. My lord, I think Kama Taj should completely ban the use of mobile phones and the Internet. Those things are too harmful for apprentices who are just starting to learn magic...

Yeah yeah.

Hey, young people are just unstable.

A large group of old men and old ladies were all echoing Master Daniel's proposal, only Modu and Casilios remained silent. They wanted to object, but these deacons were much older than them, and they were not heirs like Salomon, so they couldn't convince those deacons. Salomon looked back and saw His Holiness was looking at them expressionlessly - His Holiness probably wanted to throw his teacup on these old stubborn heads. The supreme mage is more than a thousand years old, and he is even more enlightened than these temple deacons who are less than two hundred years old.

Actually, it's not that serious, Deacon. Salomon persuaded, It's enough to strengthen the training. Otherwise, in the outer dimension battlefield, if you are not good at learning skills, you will die. Brothers Modu and Casilios will definitely be happy to increase the amount of training for apprentices.

Hey, how could the young man be able to withstand the temptation, look at you, holding on to your phone all day...

Salomon lowered his head. He didn't expect these hundred-year-old guys to turn their firepower on his head.

Okay. The Venerable put down the folding fan, A group of little guys over a hundred years old are not as good as me in accepting new things. This matter is in charge of Salomon, and you can go back to the temple to continue working. Modu, Casilios, you stay, and you, Salomon, I have something to tell you.

What happened, my lord? When the other deacons left the meditation room slowly with age spots, skin flakes and bowel sounds, there were only four people left in the incense-filled meditation room. Salomon was a little curious, what the Venerable wanted him to do, and the same was true for Modu and Casilios, they still had work to do.

It's not a big deal. The supreme mage said, You're about to graduate from high school, and I've already arranged your vacation life. You need to go to the Asgard library for further study. Asgard doesn't have a school. The fertility rate of the Asgard and Warner gods is not enough to support a school. They all receive court education. As for the schools of ordinary Asgardians, it doesn't make sense for you to go. They only teach professional skills—so, I want you to accept Frigg's magic education, which is the difference between me and the gods. Father Odin has already discussed something. Modu, Casilios, which one of you is willing to send him?

When will I go? Salomon asked before anyone else could speak, I still have one semester of classes and the last exam. If I go at this time, doesn't it mean that my previous efforts were in vain?

After your exams, of course, or your adoptive mother will be unhappy.

Modu and Casilios looked at each other. They knew nothing about Salomon's adoptive mother, and His Holiness forbade them to explore the identity of that person. Modu guessed that it might be a powerful witch, while Casilios thought it might be just an ordinary woman working in a secular enterprise in Karma Taj, but in any case, they were obeying His Holiness' order and did not investigate the information of Salomon's adoptive mother.

I'll send him, my lord. Casilios said, The training of apprentices can be left to Modu.

Yes, my lord, I think such an arrangement is best.

Very good. The supreme mage nodded. As soon as Salomon's ALevel exam is over, you will send Casilios to Asgard, and Heimdall will open the Rainbow Bridge to pick you up. Salomon, listen carefully, unless it involves the secrets of Kama Taj, you must obey all the arrangements made by the queen Frigga. You may encounter some incomprehensible things, but it doesn't matter, you will understand in the future.

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