Salomon went to the monastery of the Supreme Master, but he was kicked out not long after.
His Holiness believed that Salomon should know that Modo had a stubborn temperament and did not know how to adapt, so there was no need to take those words to heart. What’s more, Modo was also thinking about the stability of Kama Taj. There is really nothing to blame. And Salomon
What Lomon did was indeed within His Majesty's expectation. Capturing the incarnations of Mephisto in the human world is a long-term task, and these incarnations are no different from ordinary people. It takes some chance to discover them.
Obviously, Salomon is the destined person, and his connection with the lower planes allows him to always find the devil.
Therefore, the Supreme Master did not blame Salomon for using the magic weapon without permission. On the contrary, the Supreme Mage also wanted to praise the disciple's creativity in magic. The Supreme Master was referring to the one that took the portal from the New York Temple back to Kama Taj.
A note from the headquarters, a spell from the creation sub-school of conjuration, and a transformation spell, the combined spell is full of creativity.
Salomon looked at the note twisting in his hand, shrugged, and threw it into the fireplace without regret. This was just a small experiment for him. Next time he would like to add the "Magic Mouth" to the envelope.
On the Internet, he tried to make an envelope that could read the contents of the letter, which was a real-life version of the "Howling Letter". However, he did not have a letter he wanted to send now. The matter of Ghost Rider was taken over by Mordo, and he
There was nothing to do now, and there was only one day left on vacation - now all he wanted to do was stay in Bayonetta's apartment, lazily lying on the sofa and getting moldy.
There is nothing in the world that is more enjoyable than doing nothing.
In line with the principle of "make yourself look busy before you fish", Salomon pretended to walk around the empty hall of Kama Taj headquarters for several times, ready to cast a spell and escape at any time. But what he didn't expect was that
However, a sudden phone call interrupted Salomon's spell-casting preparations.
This was Athena's call, and Salomon had to answer it.
"Lorna likes the jelly you brought." Athena seemed to be holding back her smile. When she spoke, Salomon could still hear Lorna's complaining voice coming from the distance. "Little Lorna wants to apologize.
, but I'm embarrassed to say it." She said in a cheerful tone, "When can you take her for a walk? I think ice cream can make this little guy less nervous. It's time for her to enter puberty."
Lorna complained louder.
"Next time, Athena, next time." Salomon raised his eyebrows. He really didn't notice the sensitive mentality of adolescent girls. "I have to take a bath later. You definitely don't want to see a slimy girl."
It stinks to me."
When Salomon hung up the phone, looked around, and was about to slip away again, his cell phone rang again.
This was a call from Joan of Arc. After Salomon answered the phone, he heard Joan of Arc explaining very quickly what vegetables to buy tonight, what Bayonetta wanted to eat, and what spices were missing at home.
Everything was said once, without caring whether Salomon heard it clearly. The mystic could only take out a piece of paper and write down Joan's request - the food cooked by the invisible servant was really unpalatable, either because it was easy to burn or because of the seasoning.
The proportions of the ingredients were wrong. Joan of Arc asked Salomon repeatedly and felt relieved after confirming that the invisible servant was not cooking today.
"Bayonetta would like to try some dessert tonight, something with alcohol." Joan of Arc said, "I don't mind eating some either."
"Then let's make some red wine jelly." Salomon put the note into his pocket, "Or maybe you want some Asian flavor today? How about plum wine chiffon cake? To be honest, you really don't want to eat it?
?”
"Shut up!"
After Joan hung up the phone in anger, Salomon decided to set the phone to vibrate mode to prevent the sudden call from attracting other people's attention and interrupting his fishing plan. His caution always worked, and Salomon touched
He took a look at the vibrating cell phone in his pocket.
Well, Tony Stark is an annoyance, not SHIELD, so you can hang up.
When the Mystic Mage traveled through the portal and arrived in New York, his cell phone finally went silent. He had to go to the supermarket next to buy the ingredients needed for today's dinner, not just in New York supermarkets. In order to make plum wine chiffon cake,
He still needs to go to Japan. This is not a problem for Salomon, who is wearing a hanging ring.
The United States is a country that values freedom. Salomon, wearing a black esoteric robe, is not noticeable when walking on the street. Pedestrians have already classified him with those punk youths. This is also because the United States is a country that values freedom.
In this country, one has the freedom to carry a gun on the streets, so when Salomon took a shortcut to the supermarket, there were already four or five gangsters lying in the alley behind him - when they saw Salomon's hand
After putting on the ring and the necklace around his neck, Salomon wanted to make a lot of money, so Salomon had more than ten dollars in bills, an unregistered pistol and a small bag of gunpowder.
It seems like this is what the gangsters are planning to have fun with tonight.
Salomon looked at it and put it into his dimensional bag. These things were necessary for making certain potions. He was still underage and no one would sell him these things.
"You shouldn't touch these things." Salomon turned around and saw a man in a suit standing behind him, but he didn't even notice it. The mystic looked up and down at the guy wearing sunglasses, and then
There's the long staff in his hand - is this a blind man?
"Yes, I am a blind man." He seemed to see Salomon's thoughts, "Now, kid, put down the pistol and the drugs, those are not things you should touch. You are even incompatible with this neighborhood, why are you here?
this?"
"I'm just here to buy some seasonings." Salomon threw the pistol and the boss out of the dimensional bag very simply. He didn't feel it was a pity, it was just an unexpected gain. "I'm too lazy to run just for a bottle of plum wine.
I’m in Japan, so I came here to take a look first.” He said, “Is there any problem?”
The blind man was silent for a while. "You didn't lie." He nodded, "But defeating a few gangsters is not something to be proud of. You'd better go home now and pretend that nothing happened. When those guys go back
Get out of here before you find someone. Your clothes show that you are rich, but this is not a playground for the rich, Englishman."
"Are you blind?"
"It's true that I can't see, but I have other abilities."
Salomon carefully looked at the blind man in front of him. This guy did have some skills. Salomon didn't even know when he touched his back. Of course, it might also be because Salomon didn't wear the holy robe today.
, because I am too lazy to activate the stigmata.
"Who are you?" the mystic asked. There are many capable blind people in the world, but there should be only one in New York. He has already guessed the answer.
"Matt Murdock," said the blind man, "a trainee solicitor at Langley Law Firm, where I live."
"Okay, trainee lawyer." Salomon shook his head, turned and left, "I wish you have your own law firm."
"Aren't you going to leave here?"
"I haven't bought anything yet." The mystic mage didn't want to have too much interaction with these street heroes. This was not arrogance, but because the two parties were in different fields and had different ideas, so it was difficult to be friends. Of course, he said no.
Will the quasi-future slap himself in the face, because he doesn't know what the so-called "black sky" is. If that thing is an extradimensional creature, Karma Taj still has to take care of it.
"You should..." Matt Murdock stopped mid-sentence. He listened carefully in disbelief because he encountered the strangest thing in his life. The person standing in front of him.
Suddenly disappeared, as if it was a breath of air, the sound of heartbeat, footsteps all disappeared, even the faint smell of sweat disappeared.
"It's really weird." After a moment, he shrugged and said helplessly, "There are really a lot of weirdos in New York."