Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1359 Gentle Breeze No. 1 (First Update)

The first email was an invitation from Cartier to the London Jewellery Show, along with several promotional photos of new jewelry pieces. Bayonita and Joan of Arc were both major Cartier clients; they greatly admired Cartier's design philosophy and purchased several fine pieces almost every year. Even the Cartier watches in the Emperor's cabinet were chosen by them, used to reinforce the public's impression of the Oxfordshire estate owners' wealth. The second email, from Van Cleef & Arpels, was about a Zodiac necklace and casual greetings. The third email, from Chopard, was about new watches…

The witch's inbox was practically overflowing with emails from top jewelers around the world. If it weren't for one email from a London-based Iranian female jewelry designer, the emperor would never have realized he had accidentally logged into Bayonetta's account instead of the email account he used in his secular identity.

"I'm sorry, Master." Diana put her teacup aside and said apologetically, "I was in too much of a rush last night and didn't have time to log out of the account."

The emperor waved his hand without speaking, the gist of which was, "This is no big deal."

He opened the email and read on.

The email contained details about the custom-made brooch and a request for a home visit.

The emperor knew this jewelry designer; for several years she had designed small ornaments for the emperor and witch's secular identities, practically serving as their personal designer. While top jewelers were willing to accept custom orders from the witches, their extraordinary possessiveness and pride led them to wear the same jewelry as everyone else, even the Duchess of Windsor's famous panther motif. Compared to the Duchess of Windsor's panther, they preferred to commission panthers specifically for the witch clan—more flamboyant and vibrant in color, even emphasizing sharp claws—generally featuring exaggerated spikes and geometric shapes on a conventional animal form. Even python-shaped jewelry would highlight fangs rather than overall curves.

This means that negotiating with top jewelers can take a lot of time.

Now, a jewelry designer of ordinary background, easy to talk to, with great potential, and who is frequently available to visit, has filled the vacancy. This Iranian-American jewelry designer continuously satisfies the "witches'" possessive desire for jewelry with a variety of exquisite trinkets, complementing their ever-growing wardrobes. For this jewelry designer, the fact that the owner of the Oxfordshire manor opened its doors to her while refusing to work with Cartier jewelry designers also helps to increase her profile at high-society social events and fuel rumors about the manor's mysterious owner.

The official business in his secular identity took less than five minutes before the Emperor switched accounts to handle the tasks belonging to the "Emperor" rather than "Salomon." Many of the secular tasks were actually handled by Dinah; she was the one who cultivated the "Salomon" identity, choosing various social occasions to project the aura of a manor owner, real estate tycoon, and shareholder of multiple venture capital funds. Even the financial affairs of the "Salomon" identity and the vast secular assets of Kamar-Taj were managed by her, requiring little attention from the Emperor on a daily basis.

Many of the properties that were normally used to support the numerous Kamar-Taj sorcerers are now considered Salomon's private property. After all, the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't rely solely on the support of the sorcerer families to allow his disciple to control the entire Kamar-Taj; he needed to transfer actual power. Controlling Kamar-Taj's finances, to some extent, meant holding the organization's lifeline, but that money was merely currency used to support the organization's operations in the secular world and ensure the supply of resources. The truly valuable treasure the Sorcerer Supreme gave his disciple was an entire library.

In other words, the millions of spellbooks in the Kamar-Taj Library now belong to the Emperor, not to mention the underground greenhouses and laboratories for cultivating medicines, ownership of hundreds of stable portals, and control over tens of thousands of powerful spells protecting Kamar-Taj. All the arcane mages capable and qualified to question this decision are dead, so naturally, few oppose the Sorcerer Supreme's opinion. However, if the old men of the arcane families knew that the Supreme was going to divide the titles, the arcane families certainly wouldn't be as calm as they are now.

In particular, the candidates for the title of Sorcerer Supreme included Stephen Strange, Sherlock Holmes, and Victor von Doom, none of whom were particularly likable. In occult terms, in the eyes of the old sorcerer families, these men were morally despicable individuals who would command demons to steal milk from farmers; the old men disliked none of them, and even the emperor could not gain their complete approval.

Before opening the email sent by the Imperial Guards, the emperor seemed to suddenly think of something.

"Help me increase the living expenses of some of the Kamar-Taj sorcerers, except for the London Temple sorcerers. You need to email the London Temple deacons and their secretaries to ask why they spent half of their dinner time last month at three-Michelin-starred restaurants."

"Yes, Master." Diana nodded, placing a newspaper beside the Emperor. She was mentally calculating the arrival time of the next shipment—ten cocktails she had ordered from the Hell's Gate bar on behalf of the Emperor to make tonight's dinner more interesting. However, her focus remained on the newspaper before her, its contents fueling her uncontrollable rage. "This is currently the only civilian newspaper in the magical world. Its contents are filled with slander against you, my lord. Should we send the Sisterhood to eliminate them?"

"No need. Go to work. I need a flawless worldly identity that I can't live without your management."

Constantine sent over the reconnaissance results of the terrain near the town of Govanda, along with the discrepancies between the drone-derived data and satellite remote sensing maps. This information will be archived and studied by the Balkan Federal military and defense intelligence agencies. The Guardian Order's intelligence and defense intelligence departments will distribute the research findings of this report after the mission is deactivated; for now, it is only used for precise dispatching. The Guardians, deep within the Great Lakes region, discovered unusual police mobilization in the surrounding area. Through radio interception of the police, Constantine learned that a driver of a Dodge Hellcat was speeding recklessly on the highway. By searching the police database, he identified the driver's license plate and confirmed their identity.

This was a task assigned by the defense intelligence department, and the Martian sage advised Constantine to set it aside as a disruptive factor.

"At 13:35 PM local time, the facial recognition system located Dr. Horton Radcliffe within a 10-kilometer radius of the interception point; at 13:38 PM local time, the facial recognition system located Dr. Horton Radcliffe within an 8-kilometer radius of the interception point... At 13:42 PM local time, the facial recognition system located Dr. Horton Radcliffe within a 7.5-kilometer radius of the interception point; the alert has been issued, the first team is ready, the second team is ready."

Constantine, while recording his logs via voice, urged the heavy truck loaded with armed men to start moving quickly. They needed to take advantage of the fact that almost all the highway patrol officers were busy chasing the Dodge Hellcat to intercept Dr. Horton Radcliffe on the road. According to the Martian Sage's calculations of traffic flow and traffic light disturbances, if they maintained a straight speed of 35 kilometers per hour, they could run alongside Dr. Horton Radcliffe's vehicle in 15.67 minutes. At that point, they could open the side armor plates of the cargo bed, use their weapons to force Dr. Horton Radcliffe to stop, and take him away within a minute.

However, satellite radar observations suddenly issued a warning.

"Calling Squadron Two," the Martian Sage immediately warned. "A spacecraft is landing nearby. Repeat, a spacecraft is landing nearby. Based on airflow disturbance data and engine fingerprint data analysis, there is a 97.87% chance it's a S.H.I.E.L.D. heavy spacecraft and Wind One."

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