Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh persuasion
Salomon looked at the man sitting on the soft chair opposite.
"But I feel that this is not enough. Once you delve into the darkness of the magical world driven by excessive curiosity, you are very likely to fall into it and be unable to extricate yourself. Many magicians think that they will not cause any harm if they just dabble in it, but
Facts have proved that Kama Taj has killed more spellcasters, both external and internal, than you think." He said, "You have also seen that a large part of our work, apart from research, is killing. No.
That’s right, magic in fantasy literature is much worse than in books. Magic is not a good thing, but we can’t live without it.”
"Wait! Magic?" Although Watson wanted to remind Salomon not to get blood stains all over the carpet, the term still attracted his attention. "So you are more professional than Van Helsing?" he asked.
Holding the tea cup, he asked with interest, as if his previous adventure in the sewers had not affected his optimism, "Do you also have a wand?"
"I have nothing to do with Hogwarts. Why do you British people have to ask this question? Vampires already exist, so what's so special about magic?" Salomon did not look back when answering the question, but Sherlock Holmes
You can see how bad his expression was when he answered this question, "Actually, you don't need to find a topic for conversation, Watson, I won't be embarrassed. Thank you, I don't want to drink tea now."
Sherlock Holmes changed into a comfortable sitting position, leaning on the armrests with his elbows, with his fingertips facing each other to form a spire. He stared closely into the mystic's eyes, as if he wanted to dig out some secrets that Salomon did not want to reveal.
.However, even if he learned to read minds, he would not be able to pry open the secrets of Salomon's mind. From the beginning of learning magic, he knew that an open mind is a page that can be tampered with. Protecting one's own mind is a long-term learning for spellcasters.
the beginning of.
"You can now choose whether to join us and try to assume a title that affects the fate of all mankind, Sherlock Holmes. I know you want to ask me why I don't seek this position myself... In fact, this noble title belongs to me.
Teacher, is the most respected title of magician in the world. His Holiness divided the title into two and gave one half to me. The other half of the title is that lofty position. We each have our own responsibilities. The reason why I am here
Fighting the Chitauri in New York, fighting the Dark Elves in London, just because that's my duty. As you know, there are quite a lot of wars going on behind the scenes."
Watson opened his mouth wide and kept pointing at himself. Although he wanted to say that he had seen Salomon in full armor on TV, he couldn't say it due to the atmosphere. Moreover, Salomon was not wearing the same set of armor.
I don’t know what topic to look for.
"Why?" Sherlock Holmes raised his chin, his messy curly hair bouncing, "Why did your teacher do this?"
"I know the answer, but I have no comment. Unless you join us, only then can you get the most confidential information. But your exam has not started yet. Even if you agree now, I can't tell you until you take that position.
Only then will I tell you the real secret about Kama Taj." The Mystic Mage opened his hands and gestured, "There are still so many magical threats in the world that need to be faced, as well as all kinds of outsiders with malicious intentions in the endless universe.
Stars need to be killed. This is the future we are facing, a hopeless future full of killing. I need helpers to solve all this. You have the ability to be a helper. Don't limit yourself to this small town like Mycroft did.
Island, and then use all your abilities to shape yourself into a good shit-stirring stick - by the way, this is my only evaluation of him - try to take on greater responsibilities, you will get what you want.
"
Salomon stood up from the soft chair. Wearing black power armor inlaid with gorgeous gold relief, he looked so tall that people thought his head would hit the ceiling. However, this power armor had already
It had lost the exquisiteness when it was first cast, and the complicated relief ravines were filled with dried blood and soil. He took out a business card from the magazine compartment of the power armor and put it on the soft chair, then bent down and picked it up.
The bolt rifle placed on the floor - the smell of gunpowder smoke from the muzzle is still so strong. The compressed high-energy gas ammunition of the plasma pistol has been used up. This bolt rifle fired at least 500 rounds of ammunition tonight to replenish it.
Salomon's firepower needs. Relying on this powerful gun, he can drive back or kill at least half of the vampires in the entire London city without much effort.
He now really wants Malbus to try to make some mechanical hounds to help with hunting, the kind controlled by biological computers. He is as cautious as ever towards artificial intelligence, and the only artificial intelligence used has added heavy blockades. Plus revenge
Salomon's attitude towards artificial intelligence couldn't be worse, and he has yet to reach an agreement with Stark in this regard.
"This is the address of the London Sanctuary. If you think about it one day, come here. You will see a broader, more beautiful world there and full of countless mysteries. But please note that time waits for no one, we
We are all very busy, busy preventing the world from being destroyed." Salomon said, "You have to think carefully, embarking on this road means suffering a lot. If you are willing to join, then you will see us using our lives to
What kind of world has been forged? Eternal life is not a mental pressure that just anyone can bear."
"Do you think I will agree to this because of these vague information? Also, how old are you?"
"Twenty-one!" Salomon's expression was distorted again. He didn't understand why everyone who had known him for a short time had doubts about his age. However, he still maintained his tone. No one except Holmes could tell.
His mood fluctuated. "I think you will, I understand your thirst for knowledge, because I am the same. A strong thirst for knowledge not only promotes the pursuit of knowledge, but also the sword of Damocles. This vampire riot is that
I don’t want to make the first mark with the sword again. In order to deal with future disasters, I need the help of every outstanding human being, and you are one of them.”
"Remember to clean the stairs when you leave. Mrs. Hudson doesn't like people dirtying her floors."
"Don't dress like a vicar, and remember to bring a change of clothes," Salomon warned.
"Where's the tea?" Watson asked, "Aren't you going to drink it before leaving?"
The mystic mage left without looking back, and the atmosphere in the living room became much more relaxed after he left.
"He doesn't like tea with milk."
"How did you know?"
"This is reasoning, Watson." Sherlock Holmes picked up the cup of tea. He came to a conclusion through what Salomon did not say and all the information tonight. This organization not only possesses magic, but also possesses extremely powerful technology.
Power. He heard the sound of fighter jets flying over London, and he also saw the technological content of Salomon's power armor. It would be impossible to say that he was not interested. But what Salomon gave was really
Too little. He needs to think carefully and collect more information. The detective raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, actually he said it himself. Let's clean the stairs quickly, otherwise Mrs. Hudson will be angry.