Marvel Book of Magical Events

The manufacturing method of the materials lining the cabinets obtained in the energy laboratory was ordered by Salomon, so Constantine found ways to enter SHIELD's archives management department and physical evidence storage department to search for files. The knowledge given to Joseph Ball and Lucy Ball by the "Dark God Book" allows them to synthesize that kind of magic crystal through scientific means. This knowledge is very important to the spellcasters in the Immortal City.

If each spell cast by the caster is compared to a launched missile, then this crystal can be used as a missile fairing and a gyroscope.

The Immortal City needs to ensure that all spellcasters in the future world will not go insane all of a sudden when absorbing the energy of the non-material world, and to strengthen the magic abilities of spellcasters to some extent - after all, not every school is compatible with the card. Like Ma Taj, there is a long journey of spiritual stability. Even though Kama Taj is so focused on spiritual safety, there have been cases of betrayal and corruption by mystics more than once in history. This lattice material can alleviate these problems to a certain extent.

In comparison, the problems Salomon faces are somewhat trivial.

Lorna Dane looked at her watch - the gift from Athena was very, very expensive, even the girls in private schools couldn't afford it - Salomon had entered the house ten minutes ago, So far not a single shot had been fired, and the whole street was as quiet as ever. There were no gunshots, no sounds of people being beaten or objects being smashed, which worried little Lorna. She wasn't worried about her brother's safety, she was worried about the safety of the drug dealers. Being so quiet can only mean that the people Salomon killed as quickly as possible may be preparing a solution and planning to pour it into the bathtub to dispose of the bodies!

Growing up, Salomon was a competent older brother, the older brother of all the children in the orphanage. Except for giving away guns and knives at birthday parties, he's pretty competent most of the time.

"Fuck it!" Little Lorna took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to jump out of the car. If Salomon was disposing of the body, she had to help. This was family. However, when she just reached the entrance of the alley, her eyes widened in disbelief and she saw Salomon walking out with a smile on his face. There was no blood on him and no creases on his clothes. He held a square, unknown object about the size of two palms in one hand, and waved it toward the alley with the other hand. "What did you do?" Little Lorna stepped forward in disbelief, "You really didn't kill anyone?"

"No! Do you think I can attack the old lady who sells marijuana and OxyContin to pay for cancer treatment, and her retarded grandson who dropped out of school and can't do anything at home and has dyslexia? And the one who just started elementary school? Great-granddaughter, she will still need tuition in the future!" Salomon flattened his mouth, "She is really a genius. She knows the price per gram of all types of marijuana on the market, and she can also roll cigarettes skillfully. That girl will definitely have a bright future. .”

"Aren't you angry?" Little Lorna asked in surprise.

"It's not their fault they're making money this way, this neighborhood is a fucking self-aware cesspool, it's not going to allow the people here to make a class jump and get out of this stinking place, it's going to suck the living in here people's vitality until they turn into a puddle of mud. In this country. In a place like this, they can only try to survive - they did it. Even the bed bugs in their house are top-level bed bugs that have been specially trained to survive. The kind that survives in the middle of the Sahara Desert.”

When Salomon said this, his expression was mostly helpless, and the rest was pure anger. In this place, poor people also have to be determined to break the law to make money - not only selling contraband, but also stealing, robbing, selling fake goods, everything. In fact, almost all the people who freeze to death every winter because they cannot pay for heating are the poor. This kind of thing is simply appalling in a modern society. "This family is just a supplier of drug addicts on campus, and their gross profit is not much. They are not the real dangerous drug dealers. Just one trip to the hospital will make that family extremely poor. Do you want me to watch them live in poverty? He poked little Lorna's head, "Don't laugh. Just because I let them go doesn't mean I will let you go. You will definitely not be able to buy medicine in the future, and neither will the children in your school. But they can still Make money, public school losers now have an ample supply of marijuana!”

"What's that in your hand?" Little Lorna took the thing in Salomon's hand and turned it over.

"Marijuana brownies, a traditional American delicacy, Mrs. Doris's homemade desserts," Salomon said. "I also learned the mixing recipe from her, and she told me they were the best cigarettes she ever sold. .”

Little Lorna opened the tin foil package, pinched a small piece and put it in her mouth. After tasting it, she couldn't help but smack her lips, frown, and look disgusted.

"How much did it cost you?"

"Three thousand dollars. Electronic transfer, clean money, no need to go to Indian Casino to exchange for chips to launder money."

"Uh-huh, you're a bastard in the rich area! Three thousand dollars to buy a plate of brownies baked with marijuana stalks! Fuck, this is just pig food! I know you are being kind, but they at least have to give you something sincere. Said, otherwise they will just think you are easy to bully!" Little Lorna held the piece of cake between her arms, and then began to fold her sleeves up to her elbows. She crossed Salomon and walked toward the alley menacingly. The orange streetlight cast light downwards, stretching her figure very long, like a newly polished spear. "They actually think you are one of those white saints. I'm so angry! They don't know how valuable your sympathy is! Look how I get justice for you! Hey, Fei! Get out of here! Don't run! Don't run!"

Salomon shrugged helplessly. He didn't know why such a good educational class ended up in this form. He stood there and watched as little Lorna chased away at a very fast speed. She skillfully used the spear throwing skills she had learned from Athena to hit the piece of cake on the drug dealer's head with great accuracy. Salomon, who was 22.3 meters away, could clearly hear the muffled sound when the piece of brownie cake collided with his head. As long as you see how the cake that was tightly wrapped in tin foil exploded, you can deduce how much strength little Lorna used when throwing this thing. The one who was kicked in the butt by little Lorna did not pass out. The guy is the proof - it seems that he is overthinking, there is no way that little Lorna will be bullied in school, she is the only one who bullies others. This was completely different from what he was worried about, otherwise he would definitely not be carrying that gun. He wanted to tell her classmates that she had a family that was not easy to mess with, so he shot at the party.

Now it seems like I was using too much force.

"Wow! Thank you!" Salomon patted little Lorna on the shoulder. She ran a little far, and her shoulders were covered with sweat when she returned. However, thanks to her years of exercise, she was not panting, and her face was still rosy. "Let's get back to the car quickly, you will catch a cold like this. I don't want you to catch a cold, otherwise I will have to take you to the manor in Oxfordshire to recuperate."

"You're welcome." Little Lorna sniffed, "It's indeed a bit cold now."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask a question."

"Just ask, we are a family!" She shook her sweaty hair and looked quite happy.

"How did you develop such a good taste in pot brownies, hmm? Ms. Lorna Dane, how do you want to answer that question?"

Little Lorna's face instantly turned pale. "Oh shit!"

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