Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 187 Treating Someone to Dinner (First Update!)

These two sheaths don't contain much powerful magic; they can clean the grime from the swords and temporarily sharpen them when unsheathed (enchanted weapons). These functions are sufficient for Salomon's needs; he doesn't require much magic, as both Fallen Leaf and Excalibur are extremely powerful weapons in themselves.

After a busy day, Salomon returned to the apartment with Bayonetta and Joan of Arc. It was a rare day without jet lag, and everyone enjoyed the rest, except for Joan of Arc. She always thought Salomon had designs on Bayonetta, and even at the dinner table, she wanted to throw her fork at Salomon.

However, the truth is quite the opposite; Bayonetta was the one who took the initiative—she always wanted to sit on top.

However, Salomon was quite happy to agree.

"Do you know what it feels like to have your birthday at Christmas?" Salomon sat at a simple, dark bronze metal table, gesturing sullenly. He held a large, fluffy creature made of golden-red feathers in his arms, his red robes blending seamlessly with the fiery form, like a black-haired head growing from a crimson flame. The person sitting across the table clearly found the scene somewhat comical; she suppressed a laugh and tried to stuff a sandwich into her mouth.

“Everyone!” the sorcerer said sullenly. “Everyone ignores the fact that a new year has arrived. People born at Christmas seem to be stuck in the past. When I want to declare that I’m sixteen, people always remind me: you still have five years before you can drink. Sorry, it’s six. And when a birthday coincides with a holiday, that person misses out on entertainment every year. The whole world owes people born on Christmas a party. Cake and roast turkey don’t match at all, and birthday candles and plastic gold balloons are completely out of place.”

"You don't look fifteen at all." The person sitting across the table nodded. "I mean, height. You're as tall as an adult, and you're still growing. But your face is that of a teenager. I have to admit, you are very handsome, like a marble statue. I wonder if the muscles under your clothes are as sharp as a statue's?"

“My dear Ms. Romanov, I invited you to dinner to apologize. You can be sarcastic or sarcastic, but please don’t do it this way.” Salomon leaned back in his metal chair. “What we need is mutual respect. You see, even though I didn’t know you were just getting off work, I still found a fine restaurant. Even though they’re not open right now, we’re still seated as guests. Although red wine with sandwiches is a bit of a bad combination, this bottle of Baruno is from my personal collection. I think my apology is quite sincere.”

"I only have one question, Salomon," Natasha Romanov asked with a smile, "did you know back then that I wouldn't die?"

"I don't know." The sorcerer shook his head decisively. "The essence of divination magic is to glimpse fate, and you did indeed appear in the future. But those things are external objects, disturbances to fate; they have the power to change destiny. When you were captured, I didn't know your fate. All I could do was eliminate the source of the problem. I regret my decision to abandon you back then, but if I had to choose again, I would still make the same decision and wouldn't regret it."

"You're quite the heartless guy," Agent Romanov glanced at Salomon. "You made the right decision; any professional agent would have made the same choice. But I'm still not entirely satisfied with your apology—I know you can move globally and open portals anywhere. Now that the restaurants in New York are closed, why not take me somewhere else?"

"Madam," Salomon sighed, "you have no idea what a terrible ordeal I went through after receiving your text message late at night. I still suspect you did it on purpose. You should be able to understand the kind of questions a man faces when he goes out late at night, right?"

Romanov shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

"So, I don't have time." The arcane mage yawned slightly. "But Coulson did pass on the message for me. Have you seen him recently? I was also thinking of asking him where he bought that burrito last time."

"I don't know either," Natasha replied, shaking her head. "It's a S.H.I.E.L.D. secret. Besides, I have a mission to complete, and I don't have time to think about these things."

"Perhaps... I know a little." The arcane mage intended to lean forward to add an air of mystery, but suddenly realized Phoenix was blocking his way. So he awkwardly turned around, shifting his position to lean closer. "The Tesseract, Pegasus Base. Don't pretend to be surprised. I just happen to know a few things. You probably already know I'm not particularly curious about S.H.I.E.L.D.—if I wanted to know their little secrets, I could find out. It's just that Nick Fury's experiment this time was a bit too risky, trying to bombard the Tesseract with a particle accelerator. Isn't he afraid of blowing the American continent into the sky?"

Almost a month had passed since Salomon instructed Coulson, yet Natasha Romanoff only contacted him today. Aside from work-related reasons, Salomon preferred to believe that Nick Fury had sent Romanoff to negotiate with him. Nick Fury knew he couldn't hide the Cosmic Cube from Salomon, and he himself had no clue about it; sending Agent Romanoff was simply to gather information.

"What do you know?" Romanov readily admitted.

"It's just some things you don't know, things that are meaningless to your experiments, like the origin of the Cosmic Cube, or that we've studied it before," the sorcerer said. "You can experiment however you want, I just want to remind you to be careful and not to use any random things to cut that thing. If the Cosmic Cube explodes, no one can bear the responsibility."

"Why don't you magicians keep it?"

"Because it's not suitable."

"What's inappropriate?"

"The timing is not right."

"You're quite the riddle teller, Salomon." Agent Romanoff was clearly annoyed. She took the Italian sausage Salomon offered and took a big bite. "You've said a lot, but nothing of substance. Can you actually help S.H.I.E.L.D. with their research on the Tesseract?"

"My dear Ms. Romanoff, I'm a little saddened by what you're saying. I didn't mean to hide it; it's just that S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't ready to know the answer yet," Salomon said. "We need S.H.I.E.L.D. to conduct the next experiments."

"You want the results of your experiment? Can't you use magic to study them?" Romanov's mood changed drastically, as if his previous anger was just a wisp of smoke. "I thought magic was omnipotent."

"Magic is indeed omnipotent, but humans are not." The sorcerer also fed Phoenix a sausage to calm the guy who kept snuggling into his arms. "Besides, my goal isn't the research results of the Cosmic Cube, that's meaningless to me. I just want to remind Nick Fury to stop causing us trouble. His experiments are not safe at all. I've already texted him to tell him, but he didn't listen."

"So what exactly is your purpose?"

"My only intention was to invite you to dinner," Salomon began to feign ignorance skillfully. "If you're not satisfied, I can make an appointment in advance. Our current situation is a result of not having an appointment. Next time, please let me know your closing time in advance so I can make the necessary arrangements."

Agent Romanov narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Is this considered a date?"

"Please don't say that, madam. I'm afraid that in another year, an arrow will hit my knee."

Ask for a ticket~

(End of this chapter)