"Who are you talking to?" Joan of Arc walked down the steps and glanced at Salomon, "You left midway. Did something happen to Kama Taj?"
"The creatures from the lower plane invaded, and someone died." Salomon covered the phone's microphone, "Other mystics can handle it. This call is from SHIELD and has nothing to do with the magical world."
"Hurry up then, dinner time is almost here." Joan of Arc opened the smoker and checked the fish and sausages inside. Salomon nodded, said a few more words to Nick Fury and then hung up.
Phone call. "I think we could see a superhero battle today," he said. "The plans for the show have just been finalized."
The last few words Salomon said were purely to help the centenarian Steve Rogers find a good opponent so that he could adapt to the modern environment after sleeping for seventy years. After all, Steve Rogers is an extremely kind man.
, the trial of Ghost Rider will not fall on him at all. Well, even today, seventy years later, aliens are not all over the streets, and creatures from the upper planes and lower planes are not coming from the underground at any time.
Coming out - there is nothing wrong with facing non-human enemies in advance, but punching sandbags every day is really boring. And Nick Fury, that picky guy, didn't even pay Captain America his pension, and he didn't allow others to
It would be too much to find something to do.
The Mystic Mage felt that he had done another good deed, and the camp pointer must have moved slightly towards the good camp.
"Come on, don't waste time, every second here is precious." Salomon blinked and showed a narrow smile, "It's not difficult at all to admit that you like to eat my cooking, Joan of Arc."
"That's because there's no pizza delivery here, little one." Joan of Arc glared at Salomon and walked straight into the cabin. There was absolutely no way she would admit that she liked Salomon's food, never.
! It’s just a few bites, yes, that’s it!
After eating and drinking, Salomon turned on the TV and flipped through the magic book in his hand while watching the TV. Bayonetta and Joan of Arc were whispering aside, and Salomon knew where they were planning to go without even listening.
Hunting angels - to be precise, they are the angels of Jubilus. There are far fewer of these guys now. Every time Salomon sends them there, they can only find a few who come to the main material plane to snatch souls.
Little guy.
It was really life-threatening to escape those stupid neighborhood mutual aid committees in New York. Neither Bayonetta nor Joan of Arc were people who knew how to greet their neighbors. After Salomon showed up, he took care of all the procedures——
Including shooting at several indifferent suitors, Salomon did it himself. After all, two beautiful single women will always encounter suitors. Nick Fury has complained to him many times.
, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't want anyone to be shot for something like this - the Mystic said that if those idiots don't move, sooner or later he will tear down their doors with an automatic rifle.
"The show has started, dear." Salomon glanced at his phone and changed the TV channel to the news channel. He didn't expect that Nick Fury would move so fast, and he would take Captain America from Brooke to Brooke in one meal.
Lin took it out and threw it in front of Ghost Rider. The TV station used aerial photography. Through the lens from the helicopter, the news audience could clearly see the flaming skull standing on the top of the building.
"After seventy years, Captain America appears again to fight against the devil." The Mystic Mage waved his hand, "I've already thought of the title."
"Are you interested in Captain America?" Bayonetta glanced at the TV, "His butt is very perky."
"Honey, you know I'm not interested in men."
"But you went to Eton, and I hear you are still the teacher's caning assistant."
"This is not the same thing as our previous interest." Salomon spread his hands helplessly, "This is a symbol of the United States - or, in other words, a symbol of the United States in the minds of Americans. This is a beautified image.
The most visited museum in Washington is the Captain America Museum. Although I haven’t been in it, it’s quite interesting to see those red necks amusing themselves.”
Joan of Arc glared at Salomon. She did not expect that Bayonetta and Salomon had progressed to this point. Seeing that her best friend for many years was about to be taken away, Joan of Arc changed seats and inserted herself into Bayonetta.
and Salomon.
"Are you serious?" Salomon's eyes widened. Joan just glanced at him and refused to answer.
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If there is a possibility that things will go bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen. This is Murphy's Law - the devil, like Murphy's Law, always appears in the worst situation, but for someone
For some people, the devil may appear at any time. Even if Salomon does not look for traces of the devil, when he ends his weekend vacation, sends Bayonetta and Joan of Arc to hunt angels in eastern Europe, and returns to Eton alone.
After school, Mephisto still came to visit me.
This was the day when Salomon occupied the night chemistry laboratory alone. He still had two alchemical orders to complete. Suddenly, a cold breath climbed into the laboratory from the bushes outside the window, above his head.
The light tubes flickered continuously, and the darkness continued to extend from the end of the corridor until it stopped at the door of the laboratory. The mystic mage noticed this abnormality, and he put down the test tube filled with solution in his hand and was cautious.
"Well, well, well, our big shot is actually happy with a few bottles of alchemy potions." An old man in a black suit appeared in front of Salomon's alchemy console, holding a silver skull cane in his hand.
, with his white hair all combed back, he looks like a polite old gentleman.
"Mephisto, do you still have the strength to run away for your life?" Salomon instantly realized the true identity of the old man in front of him. Not long after the Supreme Mage told him the story of Mephisto, anyone
You can all think of his identity.
"Why should I run for my life?" The old devil raised his eyebrows, picked up the test tube and looked at it carefully, "I'm just a businessman."
"The most outstanding businessman in the world, Mr. Mephisto, is very good both in escaping and doing business." The Mystic Mage pulled up a chair nearby and sat down, "But it is a pity that the Supreme Mage did not give you the award.
Business license."
"When doing import and export trade, you will always be oppressed by those in power. This kind of thing is normal to me, because I have never paid taxes." Mephisto also sat down on the chair, he didn't seem to care at all.
Will he be surrounded and suppressed by Karma Taj? "But it is just an incarnation, a powerless incarnation. If it is lost, it will be lost. I can still afford this cost."
"Can I ask why you are here?" Salomon picked up the solution on the table and added the last ingredient. This was a bottle of potion for treating moderate injuries. When Mephisto discovered this bottle of potion
After gaining positive energy, he looked at the mystic with an expression like "How dare you play shit?"
However, good upbringing still allowed Mephisto to quickly adjust his expression.
"Aren't you tired of it, Solomon?" he said, "having that idiot Belial keep holding on to your contract. Thousands of years have passed, but don't say that you are still reluctant to let go of Belial. Or maybe
Is it Lilith? That is indeed a charming succubus, but you are not a person obsessed with women. Don’t you also have the Queen of Sheba? That woman is not easy to mess with. My dear Lord of the Demonic Pillar, can it be said that you still
Are you spying on the Seventh Throne? We all know it's not a good thing, and the one who thinks he can sit on it is a lunatic."
"What if I can help you take the contract away from Belial? What if I help you get into that position?"