Marvel Book of Magical Events

"You mean, you want to supervise me?" Nick Fury pushed the contract back, "So who will supervise you? Even S.H.I.E.L.D. is supervised by the World Security Council, so what about Kama Taj? Supreme What about the mage? And, why do you say I'm going to hell?"

"This contract is not a regulation, but a restriction. It is the two of us that are restricted. This is not a devil's contract, but a Visandi contract." Salomon said, "It seems that you still don't understand your position, Nick Foo Ray, you want to compare your position to the Sorcerer Supreme, but the two are vastly different. As I told you, the Sorcerer Supreme sits on a throne, and there is no higher status on Earth than the Sorcerer Supreme and those higher-level existences—I have no right to disclose their names to you, only a very small number of people can know them. If you insist on bringing Kama Taj into the supervision of S.H.I.E.L.D. It can only be regarded as a rebellion, and then you will be wiped out. As for why you will go to hell? See which one of the Ten Commandments has been violated in the secret service business."

This is the temptation of Nick Fury, as the king of agents, his every word is full of traps. But Salomon not only jumped over the trap this time, but also issued a warning to him. "You didn't give me a reason to sign the contract, and the terms above are not appropriate." Nick Fury was on the office chair, his expression relaxed, as if the temptation just now hadn't hit a wall, and he never said those words , "I don't intend to bring Karma Taj into supervision. It's better to leave professional matters to professional people."

"I'm glad you have such an idea." Salomon moved his fingers, whispered a vague spell, and the rapier that was originally at his feet jumped back into his hand. He uttered a spell again, turning the rapier into a silver cane. Nick Fury couldn't help squinting his eyes—is this an illusion? Or deformation? Either way, both spells help casters hide from cameras.

"This is just a temporary illusion. I can't walk around with a rapier." Phoenix yelled. After hearing this sweet melody, Nick Fury's body movements became extremely slow, and he could only Watching Salomon walking towards him with a rapier, "I always feel that words alone are not enough to move you, so I decided to let you experience the madness of the magical world for yourself."

The unspoken words are "If you still don't accept it, then you can only be brainwashed into an idiot". Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not an organization that must exist, and the capable Maria Hill can also do the job—— Probably, who cares.

Nick Fury felt Salomon press on his forehead, and then he pulled himself up and pushed towards a circular door of spinning sparks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that big bird burning with golden-red flames also flew out together, and flew straight towards the sky. Salomon pushed him to a narrow street paved with black stone bricks. It had just rained here, and the stone bricks were still wet, but the air was very fresh, which made Nick Fury's chaotic brain a little clearer.

But when he looked up, he didn't think so.

"This is hallucination!" Nick Fury thought to himself. This must be an illusion! Yes, I'm a little dizzy now, this is a wizard's trick, and these disgusting creatures all over the streets in front of me are just a mystic's trick! Slimy, twisted crawlers don't exist! This is the real world, a cramped, cold three-dimensional world, a world made up of precise and ruthless mathematics, a world made up of tiny, almost infinitely divisible particles, not these crazy, non-existent things. Made of creatures! These invisible things do not exist at all! These things don't exist!

He widened his bloodshot eyes so that he could see everything on the street. No, don't think about it, I'm a secret agent, I've seen fucking aliens, I've seen fucking space fleets, don't let these things drive me crazy! I know how incredible the world is, but not these! Quick, if there is any other tricks, hurry up and use it! Don't make these illusions!

Suddenly someone pushed him from behind, and Nick Fury took a staggering step forward, threw himself behind an old man, and hugged the huge sticky black creature that was dragged behind the old man. This creature has no limbs, a few weak tentacles protruding from its body, and a huge mouth full of spikes, like some mollusk. Nick Fury can feel the slimy surface and coldness of this creature. body temperature. Before he could completely deny the existence of the thing, the creature opened its huge mouth and swallowed him in.

"What do you think of this world?" Salomon walked beside the old man, "Do you think a little change is a good thing?"

"Whatever." The old man with eyes looked at Salomon, he said, "It's always good to have a little change, it's time for a new story."

"So, you don't mind the changes I've made?" Salomon asked.

"As long as you don't run out of Brissen's beer," the old man muttered, "and fried meat balls, it would be a pity if these delicacies disappeared."

"I'll try my best, sir." The little mage lifted the rapier (cane-shaped), saluted, and stood there watching the old man push the bicycle and disappear around the corner. He didn't expect to meet this boss, but fortunately, this boss didn't care about his existence, which is a good thing.

Salomon looked back at the huge black worm squatting in the middle of the street. Its belly was swollen, and there seemed to be something moving inside it. The mystic walked over, stabbed the worm to death with a rapier, and then cut open its stomach, and Nick Fury, covered in digestive juices, rolled out of it.

As soon as he came out, he lay on the ground and vomited non-stop, causing passers-by on the street to cast surprised glances at him. In fact, before Salomon rescued him, passers-by who couldn't see the black worm could only see a black man in a black leather jacket struggling with his hands and feet in a strange posture. At that time, they thought it was some kind of funny show. On the contrary, Salomon, a neatly dressed little gentleman with a cane, got a lot of smiles, and he didn't forget to take his little cloak before leaving the office.

Nick Fury mopped up the vomit with his hands and got up on all hands and feet. "Where are we?" he asked. "Aren't these your tricks?"

He accepted it quickly, after all anyone who was swallowed by a huge black worm quickly accepted the existence of these creatures.

"We're in Amsterdam," said Salomon, covering his nose so he wouldn't inhale the disgusting smell. "The thing that swallowed you was a spirit leech. Don't worry, it's not too harmful, it's It’s just able to absorb some happiness, and people who meet it will kill it. It’s just the weakest enemy in the wizarding world, do you still think ordinary people’s weapons are useful to it?”

Nick Fury quietly glanced at the phone, he could see the time in the mirror dimension, and he also silently counted his heartbeat. Although it was a bit inaccurate, Salomon didn't even spend a few seconds from New York to Amsterdam. clock time. "Your portal can teleport this far?" He gave up the idea of ​​calling for reinforcements, but asked Salomon, "Is this the same way you travel from London to New York?"

"Yes, but I opened the portal in another plane, so no one found me. And because I am not familiar with the Tricurved Wing Building, I ran around the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters for a long time before I found you Office." Salomon snapped his fingers, turned around and left, all the sticky digestive juices on Nick Fury's body disappeared, the leather clothes became clean and clean, and the magic that could make people see the abnormal existence also disappeared. Canceled, after all, those things are really off-putting.

"That's a good trick." Nick Fury raised his eyebrows, he quickened his pace, chased after him and asked, "Which floors did you go to?"

"I don't remember." Salomon replied. It doesn't seem like he's worried at all about Nick Fury's excesses. The fact is also true. Now Nick Fury doesn't care what Salomon saw at the SHIELD headquarters. Only he knows the real hole card, and Captain Marvel can only be regarded as one of his hole cards.

"Aren't you afraid that S.H.I.E.L.D. will go to war with Karma Taj?" Nick Fury asked.

"You can't find us, unless you stop me on my way to school like today, even if you use a nuclear bomb, you can't do anything about the magician, that's the truth." Salomon said, "Other mystics don't have so much leisure time. , only I need to go to school. But there is no other way, the venerable is not only my teacher, but also the number one magician in the universe, I must obey the orders of the venerable."

"So, you are the most valued disciple of the Supreme Sorcerer, and you have the ability to discuss cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D.? According to you, it seems that there are magicians on other planets."

"No, I don't have this authority, and Kama Taj will not cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D. It will never be possible unless you can provide information on black magic creatures-after all, Kama Taj has weak sources of information in the world , it is impossible to find werewolves and vampires as soon as they appear, the function of the planetary defense system is not like this." Salomon said, "Also, magicians are all over the universe, and naturally there are magicians on other planets. The Lu people also have their own magicians. If you are interested, I can take you around and tell you a little secret—the Skrulls originated from the earth.”

"Leave this alone, there is another question." Nick Fury asked, "Why Amsterdam? Are you here to show me someone?"

"Why do you think so?" Salomon stopped and raised his head in doubt, "This is Amsterdam, that's all."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Nick Fury also widened his eyes.

"Come and eat something. I just wanted to eat French fries. Is there any problem in coming to Amsterdam if I want to eat French fries? The French fries here are the best in the world." Salomon raised his legs and walked towards the street. In a shop, after he finished ordering, he motioned to Nick Fury to check out, "One of yours, one of mine, and one without sauce."

"Who is the last one for?" The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. held his own portion of French fries, "Is it really someone you want to meet?"

"No." Salomon threw down a piece of French fries casually, and after feeding a few pigeons, he lifted up the French fries without sauce, and suddenly the fire appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared out of thin air. The fries disappeared even with the cones. "It's for Phoenix, and I'm worried it'll lose its hair if it eats salt," he said.

"Phoenix? Is that your pet?"

"No, that's... my subject."

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