Marvel Book of Magical Events

Teacher, do I still need to take the apprentice to the etheric plane? Salomon came to Karma Taj while having breakfast. The reason why he woke up early on purpose was because he had used up all his alchemy potions the night before. After losing the chemistry lab at Eton, he had to set up a lab in Karma Taj and the Witch's flat, but today he dared not use that facility in the flat, or Bayonetta would take him to the bedroom.

As a result, he couldn't work for a whole day. He tiptoed over the gray shorthair cat and German shepherd sleeping on the carpet, grabbed Phoenix sleeping on the cabinet and held it under his arm, and stuffed the statue of Pegasus lying on the side into his pocket. After doing this, he hurriedly opened the teleportation door without alarming anyone.

That's why he arrived in the Himalayas in just his pajamas, with all his gear in hand. Why don't you go and make a man with the witch, what are you doing here? The supreme mage glanced at his disciple, and then continued to drink tea from the teacup. It's just in time for you to come, help me buy a roast goose. His Holiness lowered his voice so that no one else could hear him, Don't let Modu see me, he always thinks I have high blood pressure. By the way, there are two bottles of beer in Casilios' refrigerator, remember to bring them for me.

teacher--

Hey, what's the rush? His Holiness frowned dissatisfiedly, The review is over, those apprentices can now receive one-on-one guidance, and I'm busy assigning them mentors. Both Modu and Casilios have work to do, do you want to take an apprentice too?

I'm busy enough, sir, Salomon said. I just want to make sure that I don't have work here today, right?

Having just ruled out a possible task, Salomon went to Athena's residence again. Early morning was the time for the Goddess of War to exercise. She was wearing a close-fitting short skirt made of white linen. Salomon, who had just walked out of the portal, was almost poked on the nose by a spear. How can a man refuse a lady's request? The spear pierced the air and stabbed at Salomon's neck. Athena was very clear about what happened before Salomon came here, especially when she saw Salomon's pale face.

She threw Salomon a spear and asked Salomon to train with her for combat. Just like the Amazon warriors. The sweat on Athena's skin glistened in the morning sun. Training may hurt you. If you don't want to, you might as well lie back in bed.

You are much stricter than the mothers of ordinary people. Salomon didn't know how many times he had undergone combat training. He kicked the spear with ease, knocking Athena's weapon away with the tip of the spear. The sound of metal collisions announced the start of the battle, and the spear pierced Athena's throat like a snake. Salomon didn't care whether the Goddess of War would be injured - he once gave up the opportunity to attack because he was worried that Athena would be hurt by the spear, and then he was beaten by Athena with the spear, because Athena thought it was an insult to her.

Salomon was only thirteen years old at that time, but Athena didn't spare any sympathy.

Salomon was sure that Athena was not relentless now, because the strength and speed of both sides were beyond the reach of ordinary people. The harsh metal collision sound broke out many times in an instant. To others, it was a harsh noise. After so many years, Salomon has slowly caught up with Athena in terms of spear skills. At least he will not declare defeat after ten seconds of the battle, and Athena cannot defeat him with just a spear.

After the morning exercise, Salomon bid farewell. He's going to make a deal.

Athena kissed the mystic's sweaty face, then handed Salomon a freshly cooled cookie, and she dismissed him impatiently. Because her stupid son forgot not only to bring presents when he came, but also because she had work to do—the art salon was also work, and the orphanage also needed sponsorship.

At least there must be sponsorship on the surface, otherwise the tax bureau will find her sooner or later.

I really don't know why I went crazy, but I agreed to this deal. Salomon dragged a long-haired woman in a hospital gown through the passage of the mental hospital. If it hadn't been for it to tell me that you had put desflurane up the ventilation duct, I might have even been caught.

Aren't you excited? The woman named Root followed Salomon nonchalantly, with earphones plugged into her ears. She told me she couldn't understand you. You were the only one she couldn't understand, and she didn't know where to start.

Root sleepwalks to himself, looking like a junkie who's been knocked out by an overdose of cocaine in an alley. She still held the pistol she had taken out of the guard's holster. Even an idiot would know not to let an unconscious person hold a gun, but Salomon didn't care one bit.

Then you should tell the machine to be more careful next time you speak ill of people behind their backs. Salomon led Root past the unconscious staff and patients, and walked towards the passage. I don't know if the machine told you, he said. It's not just DHS that's staring at you now. There's also an organization, an organization deeply rooted in the U.S. government that also knows about the existence of the machine. You're their target. If it wasn't for that, the machine thinks you can rely on it to escape.

Hydra, I know. Root said with a smile, I thought Hydra was wiped out long ago. There is a certain sense of historical precipitation in the word now, and I believe people felt the same way when S.H.I.E.L.D.

My suggestion is, don't exchange fire with those people. In fact, this is a little selfishness of mine. The boss of that organization really wants to talk to me. Salomon pulled Root aside, It's shameful to escape, but it's useful. I don't like contact with secular forces, so I let them go around the stairwell a few more times... Hi, hello.

Salomon greeted the psychiatrist who was frightened by Root. The doctor who was exposed by Root (including cheating on exams and sexually assaulting patients) turned around and ran away in fright. Salomon continued to say to this somewhat crazy woman, My agreement with the machine is to ensure your safety, so no matter what method is used, it must be reached. The machine does not ask to kill those people. Besides, I don't have any big grudges with those people.

You're so kind. Root laughed. They look like babies now, babies with guns. How do you know they can't shoot?

Retards always work.

The sound of gunfire reached their ears through the open passage. Salomon shrugged. You think I came out of Hogwarts? I don't have extra goodness. And, you can't ask too much from a group of people who can pee their pants. He said, Okay, hold on to me now.

Are we going to Apparate?

Almost, but I assure you, the safety factor of this magic is much higher.

You never told me that you have a dungeon. Root didn't know whether she was talking to herself or asking Salomon, but she didn't care if she got an answer. She looked up to see high rock domes and huge stalagmites, and brightly lit buildings amidst the dark ruins.

Welcome to the Immortal City, said Salomon. At least that's what it was called. Come, your god is waiting for you.

Ask for a ticket! !