Marvel Book of Magical Events

In the long past, the Supreme Mage has also captured the incarnation of Mephisto several times, so His Holiness knows very well how to use this incarnation to embarrass his old opponent in the future. Regarding how to do this kind of thing, His Holiness Don't be too proficient-for example, use this incarnation to usurp part of the power of Mephisto's body, or throw this incarnation to Heaven Mountain to break the thousand-year contract between the upper plane and the lower plane. (Ghost Rider V4)

If you want to implement the second method, you need to be more cautious, because it is not only hell that signs a contract with heaven, but also the abyss. Some of the seventy-two pillar demon gods, demons and demons, and even the gods of the past also participated in it. It would not be of great benefit to the earth to trigger an unprovoked battle between the upper and lower planes, especially when Salomon was involved. The supreme mage didn't intend to let Salomon face the pressure of the upper and lower planes before all the seventy-two demon gods were recovered.

"You should rest." The Venerable said after seeing Salomon returned to the training ground, "You still need to go to class tomorrow."

"Secular courses are not difficult at all. To be honest, the teaching intensity of Eton College is still acceptable." Salomon spread his hands and said, "Teacher, you should know that I am the first in the class, right?"

"Although I haven't been to the parent-teacher meeting, Athena has already told me about your grades. I have to say that you make me very satisfied, no matter what it is." The supreme mage frowned and shook his fingers, " Except for work and rest time."

"Can't I play a game after I finish my homework?"

"Nope!" His Holiness replied shaking his head.

"I'll just play Call of Duty once, and I promise not to time out..."

"Don't try to play tricks, you need to rest, and you need to be refreshed when other Londoners wake up," said the His Holiness. "I heard that you are now the teacher's whipping assistant."

"Why does everyone know about this now?" Salomon was a little surprised. He originally thought that this kind of thing would only spread in a small area, but he didn't expect that even the Supreme Mage knew about it now. "It's a leather whip," he said. "It's a pity that students who have violated the school rules can't be whipped publicly, and they can't even be whipped too hard."

"It doesn't matter, you are now the executioner who holds the law. I can guarantee that many of your classmates are in fear of you, no matter what country they are nobles from, they will submit to you, which is good. His Holiness changed the subject without warning, "I'm going to attend your parent meeting next time."

"What?" Salomon was taken aback, and the Supreme Mage also mentioned Athena - recently Athena frantically offered him an invitation, and he didn't even know how to refuse it.

"Don't worry, I have my own way. I will go with Athena." The Venerable blinked his eyes and said mysteriously, "I look forward to your performance, Salomon."

Faced with the teacher's "threat", Salomon could only obediently go back to the bedroom to sleep. Before going to bed, he sent a text message to Coulson, agreeing on the handover time tomorrow, and he also sent a text message to inform Beunita and Joan that he will sleep at the Karma Taj headquarters tonight— Tomorrow, he needs to reverse the time difference between the central time zone and the fifth west zone. If he doesn't fall asleep, he won't be able to catch up with anything.

"So, last night, you beat up the Prince of Hell, and then you beat up the King of Hell?" Coulson narrowed his eyes, looked at his watch, with an indescribably strange expression, "It sounds incredible. "

"Look, you are still not ready to accept a weirder world, no matter how many times you experience it." Salomon spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "That's why ordinary people can't know the existence of magic, they will Crazy, it's strange that you're not mad by now. In fact, magic was a little bit more acceptable in Europe in the old days - I mean King Arthur and before that, because after that, Europe Man has entered the dark ages."

"Prejudice, prejudice again! That's a code of ethics, Salomon! You can recite the Bible, but you never take it seriously, do you?" Coulson patted his thigh, and then Sighing, he picked up the burrito he just bought from the bench and put it in Salomon's hands. They are now sitting on a bench in Central Park, and Coulson has a silver password suitcase beside him, which contains what Salomon wants.

Originally, Salomon wanted to learn how to be a secret agent, sitting on the bench behind Coulson, holding a newspaper to cover his face, and handing over the magic book to Coulson—but because of his poor acting skills, and in addition It was really hard to read the newspaper in the dark, and it seemed too suspicious to hold a newspaper to cover his face, so Coulson asked Salomon to sit beside him and stop doing anything suspicious.

The night wind in early spring was still a little cold, and Coulson waited here for a long time in a thin gray suit, because Salomon didn't show up for a long time, and he didn't answer the phone.

"Can you really beat the jet lag?" Coulson asked with these grievances, "Although I am an agent, it is already midnight, and I am not a nocturnal vampire. If I am in bed now instead of Shivering in the park... I know it's seven o'clock in the evening in London, and New York is a day later than London. Congratulations, you've won a day."

"What can I do?" Salomon called out to Qu with a sad face, "I have to wait until school is over, right? I'm a high school student. I don't go to a public middle school that ends at 3:00 p.m., but a British one. Public school, it's full of dignitaries there. Can you believe I read the newspaper every morning? Because it's a gentleman's habit! I can deduce everyone's family status from the newspaper they read - read the Daily Mirror Those who read The Times and the Guardian are all high-ranking politicians and aristocratic families; those who read The Times and the Financial Times are civil servants or business families; The Daily Telegraph is not British, maybe even French; as for the Daily Mail, they are welcome in the toilet. Except for the Sun, who is such a newspaper? I want to watch it all, doesn’t anyone want to watch the third edition of Girls?”

"Your life seems to be richer than I imagined." Coulson looked into Salomon's eyes with some curiosity, "I thought you were the kind...the kind who would brew potions in a cauldron kind of wizard."

"Now it's in the chemistry lab, Coulson. Magic is an objective science, and we will keep pace with the times. Moreover, Eton College is fully equipped, and all the equipment I need to make alchemy potions are there."

"Should I be aware of the environmental issues at Eton, then? You don't just throw away production waste, do you?"

"Don't worry, those alchemy scraps have been eaten by my slugs."

"Slug?"

"The demon-eating slug, I caught it from the garden of Vandazar Fu. It was originally blue, but now it has become colorful." The mystic shrugged, "I don't know where the alchemy waste is. What reaction happened after it was mixed in its stomach? It stands to reason that those alchemy potions should have lost their effectiveness. I don’t dare to poke it now, for fear that it will explode if I’m not careful—oh! I thought of a good idea!”

"Well, let's put your good idea aside, your life is really beyond my imagination." Agent Coulson took a deep breath and put the silver lockbox on his lap. He lifted the box in front of him and pressed the handle, the bright blue light swept across his irises, and the combination box was opened. "Here's what you want." He opened the lockbox and showed Salomon its contents, the book cover well illuminated by the bright white LED bulbs installed in the lockbox.

"I hope nothing went wrong," Coulson said.

"When you get this book, you have already made an irreparable mistake." Salomon put down the cold burrito, picked up the book, and flipped through it, hoping to find something like the catalog thing. He must know what kind of magic is in this book. He doesn't know if the "Azathoth invites the gods" that he is most worried about has been copied in it.

"Any questions?" Coulson asked.

"I haven't found it yet." The mystic raised his head from the book and looked at Coulson with a slightly mocking look, "All the spells in this book are very dangerous, if anyone wants to drag all mankind to die together , then just learn the magic from this book. However, the good news is that this earth has Kama Taj, and we will kill this idiot before he kills all human beings - including everyone who knows about it people."

"Okay." Agent Coulson raised his eyebrows, his forehead lines and hairline were extremely conspicuous, "Then let's work together?"

"Hmm, I didn't agree." The mystic took the book, stood up from the bench, and heated up the burrito by the way. "I still have work to do."

"What's up?"

"To the lady's tea party," said Salomon. "This is an invitation from my art teacher, and I must go."

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