"I've read your paper, and it's pretty good. Maybe it can get an impact factor in a Nature sub-journal."
"Hell, how come everyone has read the first version of my paper?" Salomon thought about it and understood how his paper spread. He could understand after Athena had read it. After all, Athena also existed in Merton College.
The power of connections. Jane Foster has also seen it. To be precise, Salomon's thesis was written under her guidance, and the college tutor was the second one to see it; even Nick Fury has seen it.
It's understandable, after all, if SHIELD's intelligence analysis department doesn't have this ability, it might as well go out in the field.
Stark can also see it, which means that Stark either knows his college tutor, or he asked Jarvis to invade the Oxford University server or even the personal computer he used to write the paper that lacked protection, or even three people.
Both are available.
"This is a very serious crime, Stark."
Faced with Salomon's accusation, Stark just shrugged. "I guarantee that information will not spread." He said innocently, "I was a student, and I know how many fantastic papers were rejected.
, I am one of them myself. You have to know how the Stark Group recruits talents. If you come to the Stark Group to join the company, I can also give you a good position."
"The Stark Group still needs thermonuclear astrophysicists?" Salomon was curious. It is understandable that the Stark Group recruits talents in thermal engineering, electrical engineering, metallurgy and communications, but it is not easy to recruit talents in astronomy.
The mystic mage was a little confused.
Thermonuclear astrophysics is a third-level discipline, and it is also an extremely differentiated composite discipline.
The first-level discipline is physics, thermonuclear astrophysics is differentiated from the second-level discipline astrophysics, and further down there are solar physics, solar system physics, stellar physics, etc. Professor Jane Foster
What Salomon was given was the third-level disciplines of high-energy astrophysics and space physics differentiated from astrophysics, and he even dabbled in radio astronomy. Now in the process of studying wormholes, Jane Foster dabbled in
The scope of research is getting wider and wider, and Darcy has long since surrendered. Only Dr. Salomon and Dr. Shavig can keep up with her research.
If Darcy hadn't begged Salomon to cast magic on her that could enhance her intelligence, she might not even be able to write her graduation thesis.
"I will not limit my sights to the earth. I just launched a satellite a few months ago, trying to see farther and clearer than the Hubble Telescope. Haven't you seen Twitter? I clearly announced it.
As a result, Stark Group's stock price began to rise sharply."
Stark said this naturally, "We have experienced two alien invasions. Who knows if there will be a third time. I have to guide people to look at the universe instead of panicking about aliens every day."
Jump out from under the bed - at least those White House officials I communicated with thought so. They thought the weapons they had could kill every alien. But I knew this was impossible. Those weapons caused
The losses will be greater than an alien invasion. Only by going out and communicating with alien races that are willing to live in peace can humankind's technological level develop significantly."
"You mean, you want to expand your Iron Legion?" Salomon looked at the steel suits placed in the cabinet and the parts he had just dismantled. "A combat system as precise as a scalpel, and
At the same time, there is no loss of fire support. This is what you want to deal with alien invasion at the minimum cost? Do you want to use the Iron Legion to pose a threat to aliens?"
"Bingo!" Stark snapped his fingers, "In my opinion, super soldiers have gone in the wrong direction. Artificial intelligence is the future development path. It is very difficult to cultivate a super soldier, but the omnic army can copy it.
Those armors of yours... Believe me, the Iron Legion controlled by artificial intelligence is the best. Alchemy has been outdated for hundreds of years. You should return to science."
Salomon did not refute, because he himself was also using artificial intelligence to solve problems, but it was not okay to ridicule his alchemy level. Now that Salomon had a quarter of the ether particles, he was making rapid progress in alchemy.
Celsus' theoretical guidance was of great help.
"Oh dear (can be translated as 'my old swan'), do you finally understand that you are the one holding Jarvis back?" Salomon said with a smile, "Without you, I think Jarvis
Can exert more powerful combat capabilities. No matter how good your protective measures are, you can't withstand 12 g values. And Jarvis has to go to great lengths to turn on the air conditioning system to prevent you from being drowned by his own body odor.
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"I'm already practicing! And I don't stink at all!"
"Practice what?"
"To practice close combat, I hired a coach." Stark pursed his lips and pointed to the Wing Chun wooden dummy placed in the corner, "And I have already started to write a set of algorithms for close combat, inputting various
Fighting skills, using algorithms to predict punches and strike positions to counterattack. In general, I am the one who created the steel suit."
It was very funny how Stark showed his value in such a hurry. He immediately came to his senses after saying those words. He placed the burrito served by the robot with only one mechanical arm in front of Salomon.
He shook it, then stuffed it all into his mouth, not caring whether he could eat it or not.
Derpy poked Stark with his robotic arm. Its program arranged for it to deliver food to two people instead of one, and Stark's behavior caused it to fall into some kind of logical confusion.
"Don't bother Dad, you idiot, I'm going to tear you down and sell you to the Africans." He pointed vaguely and said, "We are finished! We are no longer friends."
"whatever."
"Okay. The time for breaking off diplomatic relations is over. We have reconciled. We have to continue working."
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"Ahem."
"Speaking, didn't we agree to contact him by letter? Is there something wrong with Damon? The little nun abandoned him? Just kill him. What I value is his sister." Salomon looked impatient.
He looked out onto the street, not caring at all about the expression on the face of the person standing opposite him. Anyone who is stopped in front of his home when buying groceries will feel unhappy, especially if this person is a multinational.
Here comes the drunkard.
"It's none of Damon's business. That nun was also excommunicated because she was pregnant." Father Moreau took out a silver-white dove from the pocket of his tattered leather jacket. This pigeon was Salomon.
The magic item was a gift he gave to Moru. The purpose was to keep close to the church, instead of letting the clergy visit him. Salomon saw cookie crumbs on the silver dove, which made him
He rolled his eyes wide.
Obviously, Mordo took this as a token rather than a hint.
"The Pope wrote a letter to the Archbishop of Canterbury about you." Moru lowered his voice. Although Elizabeth I has reconciled the Catholic Church and the Anglican Church, differences within the church still exist, especially in the Roman Church.
Internally. Therefore, Moru did not come to Salomon with any fanfare, and he was very cautious even when he spoke.
He patted the silver dove and revealed the mirror again.
"About me?" Salomon became interested. He didn't mind hearing what Moru had to say.
"Pope Francis wants to invite you to the Vatican. If not, you can go to Westminster, because you are studying the James Version." Moru seemed a little nervous, and he did not dare to look directly at Salomon's face.
Eyes. "As long as you go to a mass, whether it's in the Vatican or London," he said, "just treat it like a banquet."
Since the mass that gave birth to the "miracle", Moru has gained great support within the church. The clergy who attended the mass at that time, especially the cardinal, were even proud of the wound on their abdomen, which they called
Stigma, and they also became Moru's die-hard supporters.
Moru knew Salomon's antipathy towards the church. He knew that the church's living space would become smaller and smaller in the future, especially after the successive alien invasions. Although some fanatical believers believed that the arrival of aliens was a punishment from God, and even
Yu recognized aliens as angels, but those fanatical believers were of no use to the church.
In order to win the future, Salomon, the "saint", is indispensable, and even Salomon is allowed to guide the church to carry out a change that is no less than the Protestant Reformation. And in order to gain the support of those stubborn clergy, it is impossible to
Roux must let Salomon show the characteristics of a "saint" during Mass. He believed that as long as Salomon attended Mass, the stigmata would show miracles on their own.
The Roman Church needed to survive, and Salomon was the best candidate.
Mauroux wanted Salomon to serve directly as pope in the future.