Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1167 Future History (Second Update)

This was not the first time he had heard the monarch sing. Such a scene, which was unimaginable to outsiders, was commonplace for the Royal Guard. The monarch's superb magical skills allowed him to find the most suitable accompaniment every time he enjoyed music, creating the most magnificent dreamlike scene. Anyone who had heard the monarch sing would be captivated by it.

The girl named Milia was carried onto the dining table by the monarch, where she bounced and awkwardly swayed her chubby body and arms in a bubble of music and light. The monarch, in turn, sang and danced while holding a guitar. Milia loved The Beatles' classic "Form Me to You," as well as other songs like "Strawberry Field" and "Yellow Submarine," but those were songs sung while sitting on the sofa, not suitable for the current atmosphere, which was so lively that a bonfire could be lit.

After the music ended, the girl gave him a big hug and a kiss covered in saliva, which the monarch gladly accepted. He then ruffled the girl's long hair, which she had recently styled neatly. Hammurabi stood smiling at the restaurant entrance with Dinah, not going in to disturb the monarch and Milia's father-daughter time. He estimated that soon the witch, who was about to have breakfast, would rush out to chase away the troublesome father and daughter. Thinking of this, Hammurabi put his helmet back on. Ordinary pistol bullets couldn't penetrate the skull of a guard, but that didn't mean Hammurabi wanted to take a bullet to the face for no reason.

The happy time continued until Milia asked for another scoop of vanilla ice cream.

An ordinary father might have given in to his daughter's persistent pleading, on the condition that her mother didn't find out. Or he might have simply refused, ignoring her crying and tantrums, leading to a big argument and a bitter end. The monarch, however, as a father, first spoke to Milia about the importance of promises and how the girl had negotiated her daily ice cream rations with the witch—he told her that once a promise is made, it cannot be broken; this is the most basic principle of trust and morality. "Oaths have power. If I promised you dessert but didn't, how would you feel?" Salomon patted Milia's head, then, under the girl's expectant gaze, handed her a cup of jelly. "No ice cream. This is what we agreed on; you've already eaten your morning's portion. But there are still many orange jellies in the fridge, how about that?"

Milia nodded.

"But all good things in this world come at a price, Milia. No one can enjoy something for nothing." The monarch's expression could frighten a child, but in an instant, that serious look transformed into delight. "So, from now on, you have to play with my remote-controlled car!"

"Yeah!" Milia jumped up happily, instantly forgetting her earlier unpleasantness. Only the jelly about to spill from her glass disagreed. Her favorite toy was a remote-controlled race car handcrafted by Salomon. Equipped with long-range image transmission, the car allowed Milia to control it from hundreds of meters away. She loved using it to tease the bears and goats she kept in the forest. Perhaps she even used it to spy on Salomon and the witch in their forest clearing, but that's the price of raising a child.

"Look at their stupid faces!"

"Oh! The bear cubs mustn't hear that!"

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I'm afraid this matter isn't a high enough priority." Hammurabi felt that Dinah's gaze could pierce through the power armor of the Royal Guard, stabbing wildly down his spine. "Sherlock Holmes has already flown to Latvinia, and the Regent has prepared a welcoming ceremony in his office. Meanwhile, the laboratory has deciphered the molecular formula of the tryptamine compound used by the Hedonistic Cult. We also need someone to explain to Mycroft Holmes why his brother was taken away at this time, and the dangers of that tryptamine compound, while also concealing the existence of the Hedonistic Cult from MI5."

He bent down to greet Milia, while declining her request to climb on the armor. "The First Class is already carrying out the mission to dismantle the Hedonistic Cult's logistics network, but publicly we need someone to write a closing statement to stop MI5's investigation and explain the origin of the compound. I think Alexander Shulkin might be able to use that as an excuse; after all, that chemist has created far too many psychoactive drugs."

"Today's lunch main courses are French-style black truffle roasted pork chops, confit duck, Sichuan-style boiled chicken, and smoked beef brisket," Dina said, raising her head and stepping forward. "For dessert, we have French custard biscuits with orange chocolate sauce, red wine jelly, and cranberry lava chocolate."

"Honey, it's breakfast time now."

"Breakfast is omelets and bacon! Plus orange juice, black tea, and coffee!"

"Okay. Milia, come and let us wipe the table." Salomon turned to Dinah and said, "Bring breakfast to the bedroom today; Bayonetta and Jeanne probably won't have the energy to get up. I'll be back around lunchtime, I promise."

While these official duties were important, Salomon's more significant task today was to discuss matters with a group of political scientists, military strategists, sociologists, and economists. Although the widespread media hype in Europe and America had begun to portray the imminent arrival of an alien fleet to launch an invasion as a far-fetched lie—with almost all Western politicians and tycoons believing the Chitauri invasion was a coincidence, and that the fleet, hundreds of light-years away, would take a very long time to reach Earth, or even necessarily head to Asgard—Latvinia openly discussed this issue with the academic community, studying the political systems of future societies, the development of space naval forces, and the outcome of the war. She also provided her allies with further information about the alien fleet.

This includes intelligence on the alien fleet's weaponry, strategies, and tactics, as well as the impending destruction of Asgard.

Pessimism, escapism, and surrenderism permeated the scientific community in the Balkans. Most people believed that the alien fleet was invincible and that the Chitauri, who possessed orbital air superiority, would not need to use landing forces to invade again. Orbital bombing, a conventional method, could complete the mission and escape before human missiles reached low orbit.

All emotional factors were excluded from decision-making, which is why only the Legion Commander represented the Fire Knights at the meeting. The attendees, represented by regular army officers, held the opposite view. They believed that humanity would inevitably triumph. Latvinia, possessing Martian foundries, Wakanda's technology, and the Immortal City, could, aside from temporary production limitations, execute a decapitation strike with a single, highly advanced starship, eliminating Thanos, the Dark Tyrant and leader of the alien fleet's expedition.

If a complete defeat for human society in the face of an alien fleet is inevitable, then it will inflict absolutely irreparable damage on the enemy.

Only the military discipline officers of the Lost City clans, who had received more education and possessed a more resolute will, remained silent, instead looking at the monarch seated at the end of the long table.

Salomon did not deny defeatism, but neither did he endorse the victorious views of a select few—because these ideas lacked scientific rigor and rationality. Salomon understood that this Marxism-Leninism was not a stance or belief, but rather a scientific and rational analytical approach that understood the laws governing the development of things. He never expected the scholars in the Balkans to produce any significant research results; his aim was simply to unify the academic community's thinking, then use modern media to unify the public's thinking, and finally combine this with the materialistic education currently being promoted to completely change the superstitions that had shrouded this land for thousands of years.

The true strategy and tactics were finalized during his discussions with Viktor von Doom, and the establishment of certain organizations was precisely to address all possible scenarios. For example, if humanity achieved a tactical victory, some would inevitably become ambitious and attempt to seize power; in that case, the First Secret Group, directly under the Regent, would be the sharpest weapon to purge the ills within the system. The Sisterhood was able to retain its principles because if Earth were to fall completely—even if victory was achieved through boarding maneuvers and the decapitation of the alien fleet's leader, Earth's ecology and human society would still suffer unavoidable destruction—then Salomon would need a force to wage guerrilla warfare against the aliens on Earth. Although the Sisterhood's ideology was extreme and superstitious, it was the best means of uniting people in a dark environment. As for the genetically modified warriors, they were his most ruthless warhammer, used to crush all enemies and absorb and integrate the then fragmented humanity with the most forceful methods.

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