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Chapter 285 The nature of weakness

Anna was not distracted by Salomon's nonsense. She did not care about her mentally ill mother as much as her brother. "What is that?" she asked, looking at the twisted flesh at the feet of the mystic. Before that, too much

The strong smell of sulfur covered up the burning smell. After the smoke slowly dissipated, Anna could smell the stench, and the source was the unknown object at Salomon's feet.

"A certain summoned creature has nothing left except this limb." Salomon ignored the disgusting feeling after the piece of meat was crushed into a puddle. He bent down and picked up the stump with his uninjured left hand.

The mystic mage hooked the bones of the limb with his index finger and raised it in front of Anna, making her lean back. "It was specially summoned to buy itself time to escape. This thing is not powerful, but it can

Bringing more demons to the Material Plane, so I must get rid of this creature."

"So, the devil has left?" Anna turned her head and looked at her brother, doctor and nun who were surrounding her, "Will it come back again?"

"Yes." The mystic mage was twisting the body like a handbag, and the black blood and minced meat with the smell of sulfur were dripping slowly, so he deliberately moved the remaining limbs away to avoid soiling his clothes and shoes.

"The negotiation failed, so we can only do this. Your mother... I don't know if she can regain consciousness. This is not my responsibility."

"That's enough." Anna didn't force too much. She knew that it was not easy for Salomon to expel the devil, not to mention that the memories this mother brought to her were not pleasant. "It seems that you have a lot of secrets."

She tapped the mystic's chest with her fingertips and said, "Shouldn't you tell me?"

"There are a lot of things I don't understand right now. Oh, Mr. Helstrom, you look a little angry."

"My mother, what exactly is she...you never said anything about the consequences that my mother might encounter!"

"Actually, I have already warned Ms. Helstrom. But it doesn't matter, I can repeat it to you." Salomon avoided Damon's hands trying to grab his collar, "It seems you need

is another warning."

"I didn't invite you here to make my mother dementia!"

"She has been for a long time. Very few people possessed by the devil can keep their souls. I don't think your mother is an exception... Well, it seems you can't listen." The mystic mage stretched out his leg and went to

Damon rushed over and kicked him hard in the stomach.

He kicked very hard, not taking into account that Damon's physical strength was still about the same as that of an ordinary human being. Damon fell backwards as soon as he pounced on him. The nuns and doctors hurriedly supported him. Only Anna was still watching coldly, and no one knew.

What is she thinking.

"That's why I hate helping others so much, because there will always be people who think you should be perfect. However, this is impossible. No one can do this, otherwise no one would pray." The Mystic Mage

Enduring the pain of the burn on his right hand, he carefully took out two pieces of parchment from the dimensional bag with his fingers, "Dr. Hastings and Sister Gabriel Rossetti, sign this contract. You will be the ones involved in magical matters."

Ordinary people must sign this contract. Especially you, Sister Gabriel Rossetti, I also have a transfer order from the Vatican, so you can return to Rome."

"Why?" The nun was very surprised. She had just been transferred to Ohio not long ago, and it was impossible for the Roman Church to call her back so quickly - she was not the kind of nun from the old times. She had received very professional training and education.

With a degree in secular society, she may even manage a monastery and a church orphanage in the future, or, like Dr. Hastings, manage a church charity.

"Because the Roman Church knows what things should be touched and what should not be touched. I have to say that if you keep trying to do this, you will die as fast as the idiot girl in the horror movie. Go back to Rome and get your education again.

At least you have to learn the corruption methods of the Roman Church, which is still worth learning." The Mystic Mage motioned to Anna to hand over the contract to him, "Sign the contract, and your mission will be completed. The next step is my business.

Anna, you and Damon don't need it, you are not ordinary humans."

"What are you going to do?" Anna asked.

"Go and track it down." Salomon said. "No matter what kind of relationship it had with me in the past, it cannot cause trouble in the material plane. This is my responsibility - but since I have to go to class, this matter will

Give it to the other mystics, Dr. Hastings, and Sister Rossetti. Sign it quickly, I'm in a hurry."

"Hiss—" Salomon cast the spell over and over again. Every time the positive energy spell touched the burning mark on his right hand, the mystic could not help but tremble in pain. Marduk's black magic was quite difficult to cure, entrenched in

The hellfire and negative energy on the wound is very difficult to remove, but Salomon should be able to solve this problem with multiple spells.

Before that, Anna, who left the Santa Teresa Mental Hospital with Salomon, noticed that Salomon always put his right hand behind his back. After getting in the car, she approached the co-pilot and grabbed Salomon.

Meng's right hand. She looked a little clumsy, trying to bandage the burn in a scientific way, but the mystic mage was not able to stop her in time from pouring alcohol on the wound, which would be a life-threatening move - it is not meant to be disinfected with alcohol.

The pain was because the sparks on the wound were still shining! Salomon did not want to end his life because of a car fire.

"Is this over?" After Salomon took out the phone between two fingers and refused to answer the call, Anna stared at him with a very curious look, "Do you still want to kill that devil? I

But I heard about the relationship between the devil and you."

"Of course." The mystic replied without hesitation. He adjusted his sitting position so that the leather sofa on the passenger seat could roughly match the shape of his spine. "We are in a life-or-death relationship." He gently pointed the fingers of his left hand.

He stroked the wound and the burn shrank a bit. He said, "I am a mystic. I must kill demons when I see them. I must kill werewolves and vampires when I see them. This is my obligation and is limited by my contract."

Work. If you don't mind, please wait for me to heal this wound, otherwise the pain will prevent me from casting."

Nick Fury dropped another cell phone. Salomon always refused to answer the phone. Did he think that by doing this, the director of SHIELD and the king of agents would not be able to recognize that the man riding the broom was him? This

Who else in the world would ride a broomstick? Nick Fury managed to obtain a sum of "non-existent" funds and even saved the effort of money laundering, but he did not expect that Salomon would get there first.

Before that, he openly showed the documents to the mystic because Salomon was not interested in secular currency. He went to the school to find Salomon, but the school staff said that Salomon had already asked for leave.

Nick Fury didn't think the Mystic would hide from him. He just wanted to know what Salomon was doing with the money - what he was most afraid of was that Salomon would organize his own secular forces to fight against S.H.I.E.L.D.

, or do something bad.

For example, organizing gangs in the streets and using portals to bring drugs from abroad for sale. Compared to what Salomon might do, the whereabouts of the money are less important.

As a result, SHIELD's surveillance network was activated again, and Agent Maria Hill sent the location of the Mystic to Nick Fury. "We are going on a business trip." The director of SHIELD put on his suit.

The black windbreaker, which he never changed every year, said to Agent Hill, "Prepare the Quinjet, we are going to make a regular visit."

"Agent Coulson can do this," Agent Hill said. "He just gathered his team, why not let them contact a relatively friendly target?"


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