Marvel Book of Magical Events

In fact, the matter of the son of Mephisto did not disrupt Salomon's schedule too much, because it would take time to track the ghost knight or the unidentified demon. The supreme mage obviously knew something, but the venerable didn't say anything. All the mystics believed that the venerable had his own plans, and they didn't need to think too much about it. Never had a problem with the guide, and this time was no exception.

Salomon, the Supreme Master's favorite disciple, went down the mountain to deal with the Tibetans with the advice of Brother Diarrhea. Many mystics will learn basic herbal knowledge before signing a contract with Weissandi, and doing good will increase the success rate of signing with Weissandi (the warlock and the suzerain choose each other, and the faction does not matter , to do good is to do good, for whatever reason). Therefore, except Salomon, the mystic who accidentally signed a contract, almost all the mystics have participated in the work of treating Tibetans down the mountain. When he appeared, he was still recognized - Salomon forced a smile, ready to accept the attack of a large amount of butter tea. Brother Diarrhea is talking nonsense, the simple enthusiasm of this border area is too difficult to resist!

"Boya, you look very pale." The witch sniffed, and a look of interest flashed in her pale gray eyes. She knew where the headquarters of Karma Taj was, and she smelled the smell of wool felt and the aroma of oil, and the sharp-eyed Bayonetta also found a few gray wool on the corner of Salomon's clothes , she had roughly guessed what was going on, and now she just wanted to see if Salomon would speak out without shame.

The artificial man was holding cotton pajamas at home, ready to help Salomon change. At this time, Salomon's complexion could not be said to be bad, but a wonderful mixture of shame and comfort, just like an adult golden retriever who stuffed a whole sausage into his stomach. He didn't have food poisoning, but the effect of a large amount of butter tea was too good, so good that he was ashamed. When he returned to the headquarters of Karma Taj, he was greeted only by the mocking eyes of the senior. Any potions he had stockpiled did nothing to help his previous symptoms, and in desperation, he had to go to a distant health clinic and buy some pills to take—there were more medicines than any clinic in the United States. Much cheaper, after all his health insurance is not good in this country.

"Nothing." Not surprisingly, Salomon refused to answer that question. He lifted his hands weakly and let the man-made man help him change his clothes. Even though he was much better and could recover quickly with his physique, it was not now, and now he just wanted to lie down on a soft place and sleep. Therefore, the witch's thigh became the best option. Bayonetta played with Salomon's hair, and then poked his face again, without stopping for a moment.

"Where did Joan go?" Salomon asked with his eyes closed, "I haven't seen her today."

"She went to the SPA with your adoptive mother. I don't know why, but Athena only invited her. It seems that she has something to say to her." The witch frowned, a little dissatisfied with Athena's attitude. She remembered that after receiving Athena's call, Joan's face was flushed, her eyes flickered, and she refused to look at her. Bayunita poked the mystic's cheek again as if venting her anger, but Salomon was only interested in enjoying the witch's knee pillow, unwilling to open his eyes. Forget about the training you did. He asked with a few waking consciousnesses, "What about the Cheshire Cat?"

"I also went to SPA, which is a strong requirement of it."

"The cat with the cucumber slices on the eyes?" The mystic imagined the Cheshire cat's ridiculous appearance. "I hope there is a pet cleaning service. Speaking of which, that stupid cat seems to enjoy life more than us all, dear."

"Boya, have you forgotten why the Cheshire cat was castrated?" The witch gently twisted Salomon's ear, "Don't end up like the Cheshire cat~"

The cyborg standing by was even more puzzled.

The relationship between human beings is really complicated, she must speed up her learning progress.

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"Ahem." Salomon still tried his best to maintain the majesty of the master in front of the artificial man. Although this kind of thing does not exist at all, superficial efforts still have to be done. Now he and the artificial man Dana are in the laboratory on the top floor of the Stark Group. This is Stark's private laboratory. The mystic comes here to teach the artificial man some skills needed to protect him.

"It's all here." Stark commanded his helper, the robotic arm "Xiaodai" to carry the needed equipment, "These are all from the previous inventory, they haven't been cleaned up, and they happen to be available for use now. There are all kinds of small firearms here, and the shooting range is ready. Seriously, Salomon, don't you really need a pistol? I can help you with the paperwork."

"I don't think I have time to train how to use a gun. Although I can hit a target ten meters away now, I'm definitely not as proficient as the agents." Salomon pointed to the metal target in the shape of a human upper body not far away. . These targets are fixed and look uneven. These targets are often used by Stark to test the weapons of the Iron Armor. Recently, Tony Stark acquired a large number of Chitauri wreckage. After reverse engineering, he analyzed A part of the technology was released, which led to the extremely fast update and iteration of his steel armor technology, and this shooting range was used more and more frequently.

The mystic master stretched out his fingers, and a beam of flames hit the bull's-eye of the ten-meter fixed target accurately. There were almost no shortcomings except for the splashing flames. He spread his hands toward Stark, indicating that he didn't need the pistol. Stark can only admit that the little bastard does like to provoke people.

"Okay~ Ms., please choose the weapon you like." Stark stretched out his hand, motioning for the artificial man to choose from the weapon box—everything from semi-automatic to fully automatic firearms, all of which have been manually modified by the gunsmith (this person Stark himself), not the kind of firearms that can be bought in the market or issued by the army. In addition, there are some high-tech weapons that others can't buy at all-such as the miniature missiles used by Stark on the Iron Armor. After Miss Potts' approval, these weapons were also taken from the warehouse come out.

"I think the micro-missiles can be added to the other two constructs." The mystic pointed to the two unassembled constructs lying next to the shooting range. These two constructs are similar to the ones he assembled before, but instead of using the lightning beam wand for power supply, they directly use the magic power stored by Salomon, so the attack methods of the two constructs must be strengthened .

"Isn't it for your artificial intelligence?" Stark frowned. He has checked the data of the artificial man. Except for some of Salomon's bad tastes, the reaction speed of this artificial man is not exaggerated, but its strength is enough to lift a heavy jeep. This is the result of the alchemy skeleton. credit. He believes that this kind of power can greatly increase the amount of ammunition prepared by the artificial man, and the firepower of one artificial man is enough to suppress a reinforcement company.

However, Salomon seemed dissatisfied with these weapons. Although the artificial human Dinah could quickly adjust the ballistic and shooting posture with the help of the magic power core, and the hit rate was very stable, but what he wanted was not an assaulter, but one who could Protect his cyborg. "Remember the order I gave you? I paid for it in gold," he said. "These weapons can be used, but I still want to use that thing as the main weapon of the android."

"Aren't those things for your other two robots?" Stark's eyes widened. "That thing is too exaggerated. Jarvis, is Salomon Damonette's order complete?"

"It's done, sir. But those weapons aren't fit for a creature of human size."

"I think we all know this. Bring it here, Jarvis, our customers insist on it. Get the test done early, get on your bike later, and I'll take you to a place. One that will let you A place where normal people can enjoy life."

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