Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 183 The Cycle of Heaven (First Update!)

Salomon inquired of the Sorcerer Supreme about whether he was actually in the Akashic Records, but for some reason, the Sorcerer Supreme did not give a direct answer. The Sorcerer Supreme simply stated that destiny was not immutable.

The Akashic Records, the origin of the world, contain everything. Every person's soul and trajectory are recorded within them, and only things outside this world can break fate.

This reminded Salomon of the mystery surrounding his origins and the power of the Stigmata. These things clearly didn't belong to this universe, especially the silver key; Salomon knew its origins perfectly well. Perhaps Yog-Sothoth was right; his fate had indeed changed, but Salomon didn't know whether this change was passive or active, or when it began.

After answering the questions, the Sorcerer Supreme, displaying the instincts of an elderly man, shifted the topic to Bayonetta. Ignoring the fact that Salomon was still a minor, the Sorcerer Supreme asked him when he could have children, and even said something like, "In the past, people your age were already fathers of two children," which is utter nonsense.

Salomon fled in disarray.

In the week after he returned to Eton College, Tony Stark called him countless times, but Salomon believed that Stark was only asking about his daughter and trying to get in touch with magic, so he refused to answer them all. Just as Stark himself said, a small magic trick could project an image that was comparable to the holographic projection device he had spent tens of millions of dollars developing. There were countless business opportunities in magic, and Tony Stark saw a chance to make money from it.

He is essentially a capitalist, and naturally possesses a keen enough sense of smell. However, Stark is better than other capitalists in that he is involved in cutting-edge technology. Every year, Stark Industries invests a large amount of money in these fields, and Stark Industries reaps a lot of technological and talent reserves. Tony Stark is indeed much better than those capitalists who want to make money and even kill their employees. No one does not envy the employee benefits of Stark Industries, and there are even very few disputes between Stark Industries employees and the company regarding rights.

However, Salomon was well aware of Tony Stark's troublemaking nature. Without professional training and strict supervision, dangerous magic in Stark's hands would endanger the safety of many more people. Salomon would not exchange any magical knowledge with Stark; that would be an irresponsible act for everyone.

Fortunately, Stark wouldn't come looking for him in Old Windsor, which relieved him. He had been worried that Stark would be as persistent as S.H.I.E.L.D. The last time a S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet landed directly on the lawn, it took Salomon a long time to clean it up. This was one of the reasons Salomon's attitude towards Nick Fury was so bad: because he had to spend a lot of time cleaning up a lawn that wasn't his.

According to the principal, gardening is a compulsory course for a gentleman, and every gentleman must learn to care for the plants in his garden. Only respected, reliable, and charming men can possess excellent gardening skills and unique garden designs. A beautiful cluster of flowers is even more eye-catching than a glamorous lady, and no one can bear to see rampant weeds and messy bushes when they have tea in the morning.

This is a beautiful scene that Americans don't know how to appreciate; they're too vulgar.

Over the following weekend, Salomon found himself unusually idle, finding no place where he needed to be.

The pursuit of Ghost Rider and Mephisto—Modo has taken over.

The hunt for cults in East Africa and Canada has been taken over by Kasirios and Master Daniel.

The wizard Hamil took over the task of dealing with the dark wizards of the Morgan le Fay faction, along with the Merlin School.

The remaining work was simply to stand guard, watch over the planetary defense system, and observe the Agamotto crystal ball when necessary. Salomon wasn't interested in that kind of work, nor did he want to waste his time on it. So after finishing reading his spellbook for the day, he could only find a corner in the New York Temple to settle down and begin his own work for the day—he was going to sew his gloves. To make these gloves, he would start by cutting the leather and weave magic into the lines of the gloves step by step.

This is an extremely complex and slow process. Weaving, attaching, and sewing a third-circle spell—which can be cast with just one incantation—into an object takes at least several weekends. The reason it takes so long is because Salomon's working hours are extremely demanding; to ensure the precision of this work, he can only work eight hours a day.

However, he had already completed some work at Eton College, so it wasn't difficult for him to catch up with his previous work. He was about to sew blood-red thread onto the white leather.

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"I invited you here today not for anything else, but simply to show you around my workshop." Tony Stark stood on the loading balcony of his Iron Man suit, facing Salomon. After finishing his work, the arcane mage, unable to resist Stark's persistent pestering, arranged a meeting place with him after a brief exchange.

To save time, Salomon opened the portal directly on the balcony of the Stark Corporation's top floor. Behind him, the warm breeze of early summer gently blew upwards, stirring the hem of his red stigmata robe.

"You have a bright future in scientific research, Salomon. I still can't replicate your analytical instruments," Stark addressed him by his first name with obvious familiarity. "And since you refuse to charge for divination, I can only invite you to tour Stark's cutting-edge technology. Honestly, you've hit the jackpot. How about some juice?"

"I wish you understood my bottom line, Stark." Salomon followed Tony Stark into a room on the top floor of the building, his gaze immediately drawn to several suits of Iron Man armor. Stark clearly noticed Salomon's gaze as well, and he was somewhat smug, because his technology far surpassed the level of other countries by five to ten years—and that was a conservative estimate.

What caught Salomon's eye wasn't the appearance of these Iron Man suits, but the advanced technology within them. For example, the shock absorption technology, the thruster technology, and the largest piece of advanced technology was embedded deep in Tony Stark's ribs, mounted on his chest. Without energy, these suits were just scrap metal.

"This is my best work so far," Stark said, pointing to the central suit of armor. "It's the Mark 6 Iron Man suit, powered by a new energy source, and the thrusters are much more powerful. I've also installed laser emitters on this suit, so with sufficient energy, nothing can stop it."

"Her?" Salomon took the orange juice Stark offered. "You actually call them that?"

“Of course, these are my pride.” Stark raised an eyebrow and winked. “But the Mark 6 still has room for improvement. I’ve been working on quick-donning and doffing technology lately. It’s difficult; all these Iron Man suits you see require assistance to put on. Although I’ve improved the entire donning process, I still feel it’s not enough.”

"I'll tell you a secret," Stark leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "I've already designed my daughter's suit, and I plan to install a support system on all of them. Can you imagine? My daughter and I fighting side by side! That's so cool! Do you think my future daughter will like these things?"

"Trust me, she'll like it," Salomon said with a smile. "But you'll have to explain to Miss Pepper Potts why you're so sure you'll have a daughter someday. Hello, Miss Potts, I'm Salomon Damonette, a student at Eton College."

The sorcerer caught a glimpse of the Stark Industries president entering the room with a document, walking towards Tony Stark, though the man was busy talking to him and didn't notice. Salomon then gave him a perfunctory hand kiss, causing Tony Stark's expression to contort.

"Ah... welcome, guest from England." Miss Potts glanced at Stark, her expression somewhat awkward. "Should I not have come now? You look busy."

"No, no, no. Ignore him." Tony Stark quickly put his arm around Miss Potts' waist. "Remember when I said we'd have a daughter? It was him—he's a wizard, the real deal. I saw him open a portal on his balcony and jump from London to New York. You can still smell the rain."

"No matter what, you should read through the documents first, and then don't neglect your guests."

"I'm serious, Pepper. I don't need to see the documents. You make the decision yourself, and besides, he's not exactly a guest."

"I seem to be in the way." Salomon took out his wand, drew a circle beside him, and a cluster of flowers appeared on a nearby table, startling Pepper Potts.

"I never thought this day would come." The sorcerer downed the orange juice in his glass in one gulp. "But clearly, I've come at the wrong time. That was my gift as a guest; I'd better leave now."

Ask for a ticket~

Thank you for the 100-point reward from Luoyue Wenxiang.

Thank you, Otaku Girl, for the 100-point reward.

(End of this chapter)