"I feel relieved knowing that my future self will still be so romantic, Ms. Carter. Ten minutes after I leave, you will fall back into the chaotic state that an aging body should have. Please hurry up." Salomon stood up with a smile.
Through Peggy Carter's mouth, Salomon still got a glimpse of some of the things he experienced after entering time travel in the future. However, even with the help of Salomon's magic, Peggy Carter's aging brain still cannot act like a young person.
It runs so smoothly that from time to time she will forget what she said before and repeat it again, like a stuck tape.
Aging is the most terrible curse in the world. Although magic can alleviate her symptoms, it is not permanent. The magic of restoring youth is an extremely advanced alchemy. Only the "First Honey Flower" in Salomon's hand is the so-called "
The first trial version of "Red Potion" can make Peggy Carter younger, but her lifespan will not last until the "First Honey Flower" takes effect.
"Also, thank you for your candor. In fact, I am also collecting the identity of the future me after entering time travel, and what role it will play in human history. The only one currently known is Christopher Marlowe. After all, he is a man who can burn Catholics.
Being an atheist is really in line with my ideas. The only drawback is that I have to learn it again. I didn't expect to have such an opportunity during World War II. It is so wonderful that I would burn myself to death if I could.
Some Puritans."
"Stop telling stupid jokes, you used to like to tell cruel jokes." Peggy Carter's aging lungs were performing gas exchange in front of the ventilator. Salomon's words really made her laugh, but her
His physical condition did not support laughter. However, Salomon was not telling a joke. "Ten minutes is enough. See you in the future, Salomon Damonette."
"See you in the future, dear Ms. Carter." Salomon opened the bedroom and called in the medical staff who were so anxious that they kicked the door in. Most of these medical staff were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and after the Hydra rebellion, because of Paige's
Carter's asylum was not held accountable. After all, both MI6 and the US intelligence system had been favored by Peggy Carter. He took one last look at Peggy Carter lying on the hospital bed - death had opened
The wings enveloped this legendary agent, and in the eyes of the arcane, she was completely covered by the huge black wings. Even he could not help Peggy Carter escape death. Even if he could do it, the price he had to pay would be extremely heavy. Salomon
He turned around and left without looking back, without disturbing anyone.
Including the white-haired old man sitting on the bench at the door of the small house.
"You are wearing mourning clothes. I hope you will not lose another 'distant relative' to death, Mr. Damonette."
"Pendragon. If you respect me so much, then please call me by my full name, Salomon Messiah Damonet Pendragon. This is the name my teacher changed for me, which means
For the peaceful reign of the Anointed Pendragon, this is a beautiful wish. I know you want to laugh, but I don't mind." The Mystic took a black taxi to Baker Street and rang the doorbell.
He was immediately warmly welcomed by Mrs. Hudson. After stuffing six pieces of freshly baked biscuits and a cup of hot tea into his stomach, he was able to step onto the stairs leading to Sherlock Holmes's room. He sat on a soft chair facing each other.
The mysterious wizard, Sherlock Holmes, didn't have a good face - not only because Salomon tricked him last time, but also because he didn't clean up the dirty footprints when he left Baker Street. Holmes and Watson spent about
It took an hour to clean up the marks of his boots that were stained with blood and mud, otherwise Mrs. Hudson would definitely have a heart attack when she got up and saw the sight.
"Perhaps you have forgotten that it was you who called me, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Thank you, Watson. Without you, Holmes might have forgotten even the most basic hospitality etiquette."
"Tell him, Sherlock." Watson rubbed his hands, patted his thighs and sat on another soft chair, "Or should I?"
Sherlock Holmes stretched out his hand, indicating that Watson would be responsible for the narration and summary.
"That's right, we encountered an extremely weird case." Watson licked his lips, "It's so weird that Sherlock even started to think about the possibility of magic."
"I don't believe in magic. In my opinion, you and your Kama Taj are just a high-tech cult. Maybe those monsters in the sewers are just genetically mutated experimental products produced by your organization." Holmes suddenly said.
In Watson's words, "The blinding methods, psychedelic drugs, etc. are just like the alchemists of the past. Therefore, this is just a consultation, not help."
"Whatever you think, Mr. Holmes. I appreciate people who view the world rationally." Salomon nodded approvingly, "Last time something happened and I couldn't let you experience magic, but I believe that after listening to Mr. Watson,
We still have time to describe. Please continue."
The disturbed Watson didn't know what to say. "In short, there is a criminal...a criminal with a knighthood who came back from the dead." He said, "Although this criminal was held in solitary confinement, he was still tortured in prison.
He was stabbed to death with a sharp toothbrush handle, but his grave was dug open on the third day after he was buried. Witnesses saw the criminal leaving the cemetery wearing burial clothes. The police sealed off the scene, and the intelligence department was also involved. Otherwise,
This will be the headline in every major newspaper now. We want to know..."
"Is magic involved?" Salomon raised his eyebrows, "As far as I know, no. I speculate that the reason why the criminal with a knighthood failed to appear in the newspapers and was not widely publicized by the media is because the cases he was involved in were related to
It is related to the young girl, to Epstein, and to the British royal family. A pedophile, such a person will be spurned by even the most disgusting inmates in prison."
"How can you be so sure?" Sherlock Holmes strode from the window to the soft chair where Salomon was sitting. "You haven't even been to the scene or read the files!"
"Because we have monitoring methods, non-physical monitoring methods. I mean, magic." Salomonte emphasized the emphasis at the end of the sentence, "We measure magic by monitoring the ether wave. The structure is precise and stable. Since human civilization,
It has been as accurate as ever in the tens of millions of years since its birth, and the objects of observation even include the observable and unobservable universe. If it is black magic like resurrecting the living dead, the Agamotto crystal ball can detect it; if it is resurrection from the dead, even
No Agamotto crystal ball is needed, that level of etheric waves can be sensed by even the dullest apprentice in the London Sanctuary. By the way, I can do both. As for why I can deduce the crimes committed by the prisoners -
—I also have a copy of Prince Andrew’s incriminating evidence. It’s complete, clear, and can be used to convict even the stupidest judge. Guess where I found it?”
"MI6?" Watson asked.
"CIA and KGB, don't forget about British and American intelligence sharing."
"In fact, Watson insisted on inviting you. I have always believed that there is no unexplainable magic in this case, but only unsolved mysteries." Sherlock Holmes immediately turned and walked away, "As for your
The Order, I'm not interested in."
"He has studied most of the monastic orders in history, just half a month after you left." Watson added, "He still thinks that your order is exactly the same as those Christian monastic orders that promote holy marriage, except that
It’s just about mastering high technology.”
Salomon just smiled. "Tell me, Sherlock Holmes. Do you like skydiving?"