Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 178 Street Heroes (Second Update!)

Salomon went to the Master’s meditation room, but he was soon kicked out.

The Venerable One believed that Salomon should know Mordo's stubborn and inflexible nature, so there was no need to take those words to heart. Moreover, Mordo was only acting for the stability of Kamar-Taj, and there was really nothing to criticize him for. Salomon's actions were indeed within the Venerable One's expectations; capturing Mephisto's mortal incarnations was a long-term task, and these incarnations were no different from ordinary people, requiring a series of fortunate coincidences to discover them.

Clearly, Salomon is the one destined for this; his connection to the lower planes allows him to always find the devil.

Therefore, the Sorcerer Supreme did not blame Salomon for using the artifact without permission. On the contrary, he wanted to praise his disciple's creativity in magic. The Sorcerer Supreme was referring to the note that had taken him back to Kamar-Taj headquarters via a portal from the New York Sanctum. It was a spell from the Conjuration school, combined with a Transmutation spell, resulting in a spell full of creativity.

Salomon shrugged, watching the slip of paper writhing in his hand, and tossed it into the fireplace without a second thought. This was just a small experiment; next time he wanted to attach "Demon Mouth" to envelopes and try creating one that could read the contents of a letter—a real-life "Howling Letter." However, he didn't have any letters he wanted to send right now. Mordo had taken over the Ghost Rider business, leaving him with nothing to do and only one day of vacation remaining—he just wanted to stay in Bayonetta's apartment, lazily lounging on the sofa and getting moldy.

Nothing in the world is more pleasant than doing nothing.

Following the principle of "making yourself appear busy before slacking off," Salomon pretended to stroll around the empty Kamar-Taj headquarters lobby, ready to cast a spell and slip away at any moment. But to his surprise, a sudden phone call interrupted Salomon's spell preparations.

It was Athena's call, and Salomon had no choice but to answer it.

"Lorna really liked the jelly you brought." Athena seemed to be suppressing a laugh, and as she spoke, Salomon could still hear Lorna's complaining voice coming from afar. "Little Lorna wants to apologize, but she's just too shy to say it," she said cheerfully. "When do you think we can take her shopping? I think ice cream can help ease the little one's tension. She's probably entering puberty soon."

Lorna complained even louder.

"Next time, Athena, next time." Salomon raised an eyebrow. He hadn't noticed the sensitive feelings of a teenage girl. "I'm going to take a shower later. You certainly don't want to see a sticky, smelly me, do you?"

As Salomon hung up the phone, looked around, and prepared to slip away again, his phone rang again.

It was Joan of Arc calling. When Salomon answered, he heard Joan rapidly list what groceries she needed for dinner, what Bayonetta wanted to eat, and what seasonings were missing, without any regard for whether Salomon could hear her. The sorcerer could only take out a piece of paper and write down Joan's requests—the invisible servant's cooking was truly awful; it was either easily burnt or the proportions of seasonings and ingredients were wrong. Joan repeatedly questioned Salomon, and only after confirming that the invisible servant hadn't cooked that day did she feel relieved.

"Tonight, Bayonetta wants to try some dessert, the alcoholic kind," Jeanne said. "I wouldn't mind having some myself."

"Then let's make some red wine jelly." Salomon put the sticky note in his pocket. "Or maybe you'd like something Asian today? How about a plum wine chiffon cake? Honestly, you really don't want to eat this yourself, do you?"

"Shut up!"

After Joan of Arc angrily hung up the phone, Salomon decided to put his phone on vibrate mode to avoid attracting attention and interrupting his plan to slack off. His caution always paid off; Salomon took out his constantly vibrating phone from his pocket and glanced at it.

Yeah, Tony Stark, he's a nuisance. He's not S.H.I.E.L.D., you can hang up.

Once the arcane mage had traveled through the portal to New York, his phone finally went silent. He still needed to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner, and not just in New York; he also needed to go to Japan to make a plum wine chiffon cake. This was no problem for Salomon, who wore the Sling Ring.

The United States is a country that values ​​freedom, and Salomon, dressed in a black cult robe, didn't attract much attention walking down the street. Passersby had already categorized him as one of those punk youths. It's also because the United States values ​​freedom that carrying a gun in public is a personal right. So, when Salomon took a shortcut to the supermarket, four or five thugs were already lying in the alley behind him—they saw the ring on Salomon's hand and the necklace around his neck and thought they could make a quick buck. Thus, Salomon ended up with a dozen dollars in cash, an unregistered handgun, and a small bag of dung.

Looks like this is what the thugs are planning to get hyped up tonight.

Salomon glanced at it and put it into his dimensional bag. These things were essential for making certain potions, and since he was still a minor, no one would sell them to him.

"You shouldn't have touched these things." Salomon turned around and saw a man in a suit standing behind him, whom he hadn't even noticed. The sorcerer looked the man in sunglasses up and down, and at the cane in his hand—was he blind?

“Yes, I’m blind.” He seemed to read Salomon’s mind. “Now, kid, put down the gun and the drugs. Those aren’t things for you. You don’t even belong in this neighborhood. Why are you here?”

"I just came to buy some spices." Salomon tossed the pistol and large bottle out of his dimensional bag without hesitation; it was just an unexpected bonus. "I was too lazy to go all the way to Japan for a bottle of plum wine, so I just came here to check things out first," he said. "Is there a problem?"

The blind man was silent for a moment. "You're not lying," he nodded, "but beating up a few thugs isn't anything to be proud of. You'd better go home now, pretend nothing happened, and get out of here before those guys go back to get their men. Your clothes suggest you're well-off, but this isn't some rich man's playground, Englishman."

Are you blind?

"I may not be able to see, but I have other abilities."

Salomon scrutinized the blind man before him. This fellow was indeed quite skilled; Salomon had no idea when he had found his way behind him. Of course, it was also possible that Salomon wasn't wearing his stigmata robes today and was too lazy to activate his stigmata.

"Who are you?" the sorcerer asked. There are many skilled blind people in this world, but there should only be one in New York; he already knew the answer.

"Matt Murdoch," the blind man said, "an intern at Langley Law Firm. I live here."

"Alright, intern lawyer." Salomon shook his head, turned and walked away. "I hope you get your own law firm."

"Aren't you planning to leave here?"

"I haven't bought anything yet." The arcane mage didn't want to interact too much with these street heroes. It wasn't arrogance, but rather because their fields and ideas were different, making it difficult to be friends. Of course, he couldn't say for sure if he would be proven wrong in the future, because he didn't know what that so-called "Black Void" was. If that thing was an extradimensional being, Kamar-Taj would still have to deal with it.

"You should..." Matt Murdoch stopped mid-sentence, listening intently in disbelief, for he was experiencing the strangest thing of his life. The person standing before him had vanished as if into thin air; the heartbeat, the footsteps, even the faint smell of sweat had disappeared.

"That's really strange." After a moment, he shrugged and said with a hint of helplessness, "There are really a lot of weirdos in New York."

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