Marvel Book of Magical Events

"I'm glad you can join this conversation, Salomon."

Agent Coulson sat on a bench common to pubs everywhere in Oxford. He was wearing an old suit and looked very tired, with wrinkles under his soft eyes, as if he had aged a lot in time. He was not alone on the bench, Salomon was sitting on the bench opposite him. Agent Coulson offered him a burrito, the bistro's signature dish. Salomon took it and glanced around - Agent Coulson did not come alone, his team members were waiting for instructions in the jeep not far away.

Salomon can read their thoughts without reading their wide open, defenseless minds. Agent Coulson must have proposed that he meet alone, but they had already identified him as the most dangerous target and insisted on following. When he sensed a mixture of hatred and worry, he knew there was someone else hiding nearby. Agent Coulson didn't mean to give an order, he asked selfishly, "How long has it been since we talked like this, it should have been many years?"

"Is there a need to ask this question? I will hand over Jiaying to you, she is useless to me." Salomon ate the food offered by Coulson, not caring what the agents might do to the food. hands and feet.

"Well, I heard that Captain America has been looking for you?"

"I didn't do this because of other people's persuasion, Agent Coulson, it's just because Jiaying has lost its intelligence value, and at the same time my rare sympathy is still working." The mystic smiled, "Maybe you should let Skye sat next to me and told her to listen to my reasons. I'm not a cruel person, so I'll give her an explanation. Don't worry, she can't hurt me."

But I worry about you hurting her. Agent Coulson hesitated for a moment, but still did not speak his mind.

"I won't hurt her either, I promise." Salomon promised to meet Agent Coulson's suspicious eyes, he knew that Coulson was suspecting him of using mind reading again. Yet this need not be at all, the mortal mind is so defenseless that he does not even need to use spells to read emotions above the surface of thought. "No matter what accusations she makes against me, I don't care about her little offense. It's hard for you to catch my get out of class time. If you don't find me at this time, I don't have the heart to pay attention to you, because I There are far more serious things to worry about than what a little girl says when she's upset."

"You are only twenty years old, you should know that Skye is older than you?"

"I'm talking about mental age, I'm very tolerant of minors."

"You humiliated her openly again." Agent Coulson sighed.

Not long after, a sad and angry female hacker came out from the corner of the street. Wearing a neat black attire, she ran towards here with big strides, and didn't stop until facing the expressionless mystic. A holster was pinned to her leg, but the pistol that had been in it was missing. It was Coulson's instruction that Skye had to keep the pistol in the car in order to meet Salomon, although it made no sense. It is undeniable that Skye's face is rounder again, and her Asian descent makes her look much more refined than Europeans and Americans.

At the moment she was glaring at Salomon.

"What did you do to her..."

"Before you make accusations, I want to ask you a question." Salomon pointed to the empty seat beside him and invited the girl to sit down. She looked at Coulson, reluctantly following the instructions. Compared with the tall mystic, she is like a delicate and small doll. "There is only one question, but this question is an important force that cannot be ignored on the battlefield of rationality and sensibility." The mystic's voice was so charming that no matter how much Skye hated him, he couldn't help but listen to it. She thought it was some unknown magic used by Salomon. "A certain person's actions will lead to the death of many people. Do you have the determination to kill that person? If that person is your relative, can you still do it?"

Skye hesitated for a while, and Coulson immediately promised that he would take good care of Jiaying and completely solve the Inhumans problem in [Afterlife]. Melinda May, who was staying in the jeep at the corner of the street, reminded Skye through the earphones that she should be alert to Salomon's cunning and be careful of the traps set by the mystic. Salomon heard all the conversations between them clearly, and he quietly rolled his eyes.

"I'll give my answer first." He pretended not to hear their slander, and continued, "I will, because I have been educated like this since I was a child. I was taught a truth since I was a child, that is, we are not eligible because of a moment. The sympathy caused more people to die—it is true that life cannot be measured by numbers, but one death is better than two, and two is better than three. How about issuing a death sentence? If Jiaying will cause hundreds of thousands of people to die, or even more lives, do you have the determination to kill her? When you call yourself the last S.H.I.E.L.D. Have you ever thought about the burden that comes with uttering this sentence? This world is not a shitty TV series, where handsome men and beautiful women can solve problems by falling in love, and we have to choose between life and death. "

"I..." Skye hesitated, "If she did, I would kill her."

"Look, this matter is actually very easy to solve." Salomon nodded, "No matter what happened in the past, as long as you make up your mind now, it will not be too late."

"Could this be some kind of prophecy...Actually, you handed over Jiaying to us just to fulfill the prophecy?" Agent Coulson was keenly aware of certain key information. "What did Jiaying do, it's worth your use of this method." Skye also asked questions that a rookie like her could not ask, but her eagerness exposed her rustiness in inducing questions. According to her usual habits, she should be blaming the mystic now, but she didn't do that.

Apparently, before they met with Salomon, they had already made a plan and planned to get information from him.

"If I say it, you will definitely hate me, because no matter how I remind you, you can't change your indecision. So I don't plan to continue." Salomon snapped his fingers and called the waiter, " Onion rings, crispy squid and a cold beer."

"You may not believe it, I've been so busy that I haven't eaten a bite yet!" After the food came, Salomon complained to Skye in a mocking tone while eating, "Because I'm a bad guy in fairy tales. As soon as the characters wake up, they are busy torturing ordinary people, forcing them to work, and listening to their screams to eat. Don't they tell you that, so that your little brain can see me as an enemy? I almost Can't figure out how stupid you are, Skye, you should read more. I also can't understand what your definition of evil is, let alone Melinda May. . . The first time I heard her say that she was fighting for the democratic world, I almost died of laughter. What kind of background do you think her parents have to let her pass the S.H.I.E.L.D. audit? Nick Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. At least the Bureau will not blatantly export a certain ideology, but in your hands, the so-called SHIELD Bureau is simply a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps, living waste, useless except to add chaos."

Salomon took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart. He smiled at Skye, who was almost stupefied, "But they were right about one thing, that is, I did kill a person this morning, with my own hands, and cut off the head with a long sword. That person used to be My subordinate, but he betrayed me. There is no prison in the Immortal City, no betrayal is allowed. Look, doesn’t this look like a villain?”

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