Marvel Book of Magical Events

He was always wary of that boy.

This is normal. When the boy had a splitting headache and showed his memories in front of him and Beunita, the magical aura on his body was astonishingly dazzling. Although he had known for a long time that the boy who called himself "Loki" was not an ordinary person, the mystic was still touched by the magic power he possessed. Faced with the boy's sudden move, Salomon's first reaction was to raise the bolter, but he failed to pull the trigger—not entirely because of the witch's objection, but because he also wanted to see which direction the boy, who had only a short memory and perhaps didn't even know that he was the pawn behind the scenes, wanted to lead him and the witch.

"You hurt me, big guy. Maybe you should find some time to maintain your armor." The boy frowned and waved his fingers. Perhaps because the two parties have reached a deal, his attitude has eased a lot. "But thank you for the medicine. I'm fine, let's go quickly."

"I thought so too. I suggest you have a brain examination, because I suspect that the reason your memory is so short is that you fell on your head and a gore formed in your brain." The boy glared at the mystic. Salomon said confidently, "I've seen a person, nothing happened to him after he fell, he just lost a little memory. But after two days, this person died!"

The boy asked curiously, "How did you die?"

"Killed by a car. He forgot to look at the traffic lights when he crossed the road. If he didn't hit his head, he might remember it."

"Does anyone actually find your stupid jokes funny, big man?"

The mystic shrugged, "Sometimes."

Taking the opportunity of giving the pill, Salomon activated some small functions of the power armor. The thin needle concealed in the finger armor pierced the boy's finger covertly, and a small blood sample was quietly taken for analysis. The Mystic's concept of power armor is very different from Tony Stark's. Tony Stark has been looking for lightness and speed, using most of the space in the power armor for the modular design of the mechanical structure, propellers, etc., while Salomon completely abandoned the convenience, and continued to enrich the functions of the power armor while thickening the armor.

The medical system of the power armor quickly gave the result, and he also informed the witch of the result.

"Ordinary people?" Bayonetta was a little unbelievable, "There is no genetic mutation?"

"Yes, a completely ordinary person." On the way to the Waterfall Church, Salomon replied, "It seems that the answer to the question lies at the soul level, but this boy's memory is too short. Maybe he is a chess piece thrown out after being brainwashed, and executes an order rooted in the subconscious. At present, it seems that this suspicion is very high, because he is leading us to a possible trap location in Finnburgwinter. That's why I need you to give me the next job. I have to test his position."

"Try not to hurt him." The witch looked at the boy who was proficiently shuttling through the alleys of Noah Doon Town, "I don't want your methods to be too rough."

"Of course, we are not murderers. Do you want to take a walk together, ma'am?" Salomon stretched out his arm, and the witch gracefully took it. They walked leisurely on the stone brick road at dusk with the leisure of vacation, and they seemed not worried about being attacked by angels at all. It seemed that they planned to appreciate this small town with Italian style. Faced with the boy's repeated urging, Salomon declared that the town reminded Beunita of her hometown, so they planned to take a good look around.

This remark made the boy jump.

"I have to go to Fenbowent." He ran forward without looking back, "If you want to go too, then follow along, I don't plan to wait for you to walk there slowly!" The witch and the mystic looked at each other, but they didn't follow immediately. It wasn't until the boy disappeared at the corner of the alley that Salomon uttered a spell and gave orders to the invisible spirit in the air. At the same time, he also prepared another magic to guard against emergencies—this is the benefit of reading a lot, Salomon can always find the right spell to face almost any situation, and the magic of the Witch Clan does not have this kind of flexibility. Whether it is combat or daily life, whether it is unleashing lightning or baking small cakes, or even annoying household chores, Salomon can always cast the corresponding magic to solve the problem.

On the tower of Noah Dunn Town, a man with a golden mask is looking down on them. "Right now, the distance between them is far enough." The man said to the air in front of him, "Can't wait any longer. Prophet, I'm going to attack now."

"I'm glad to see you are so active, sage." The voice of the guy called the prophet came from the void, "but wait a moment, the angels are coming. We must guard against the possibility of those people interfering."

"It won't take too long." The sage snorted dissatisfiedly, "Don't you trust my ability?"

"Of course not, but you know that I can't take any risks, sage. You can't either, can't you?" The Prophet said in a deep voice, "I dragged you here from five hundred years ago to give you a chance to revenge, a chance to change the past. Are you willing to see the opportunity slip away before you?"

"I must kill him."

"You will, Sage, but please follow my plan."

"Did you see it?" Bayoneta raised her arm and poked Salomon's cheek, which was the only place on the mystic's body that was not covered by armor. The Falls Church the boy described was on the outskirts of the town, in a shadowy place at the foot of Finnbowente. Finnbowent is a very high mountain. As the evening approached, the entire town was covered by the shadow cast by the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, the sun is still nostalgic. The setting sun dyed the mountain walls orange red, and the cold wind from the north blew the mountain peaks, pushing away the thick snow, and pulling the snow peaks into erratic, dreamlike clouds. Some tiny lights flickering on the mountainside caught the Witch's attention. Even though she couldn't see the situation clearly, the Witch could still tell that it was the enemy.

"When are you going to do it?"

"Wait, let the air elves I summon take a look." Salomon waited patiently, he wanted to see whether the angels would attack them or boys first. Karma Taj’s education made him habitually act cautiously. In the face of a guy who appeared suddenly and could provide help, Salomon could not give his trust no matter what. For an organization that often had to deal with extradimensional creatures, this level of suspicion was not too strange. Even when he first met the witch, Salomon had plans to kill the witch. Even if the boy provided a passage to Finbowent Mountain, it would be difficult for Salomon to make a decision before he figured out the boy's identity and position.

For normal people, Salomon's behavior is somewhat paranoid.

"My lord! You cannot go near the holy mountain!"

"Go away, you ugly monsters!" The surrounded boy took out the card and stared vigilantly at the angel in front of him. "Get out of the way, this is my last warning! I have to go to Fenbowent! Damn, what is that!" The boy quickly jumped away, and a golden long sword pierced through the overlapping white wings of the angels, stabbing the place where the boy was standing before. A man wearing a golden mask appeared next to the spear, tightly wrapped in a thick white robe. He raised the point of the gun that had been inserted into the stone brick floor, and without a word pointed it at the boy who hurriedly retreated.

He wanted to kill the boy.

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