Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 324 The Father of the Gods' Worries (First Update)

The Asgardian longsword can be wielded with one hand or two, and Salomon, having practiced both, found mastering it relatively easy. What he found more challenging was the energy emanating from the blade.

The one-handed swordsmanship he learned required holding a shield, while some techniques in two-handed swordsmanship required gripping the blade and attacking the enemy with the hilt—for example, when he was in a defensive stance, he would parry the opponent's longsword horizontally, and when the two entered a wrestling phase, he would need to grab the blade, tilt the longsword to guide the opponent's stance, and attack the enemy's face with the hilt to try to break the stalemate.

If he were wearing armor, the energy on the sword wouldn't be a big problem. But now, his magic gloves couldn't withstand the impact of this energy.

"Dark magic." Queen Frigga examined the vampire gloves Salomon had made closely, especially the long, fingernail-like red stitching on the pale, simple white leather gloves, which made her frown. "Did you make these yourself?" The Queen shook her head. "Your dark magic is excellent, but these extra stitches... oh, I must say, your needlework is really terrible."

Salomon blushed, lowered his head, and nervously tiptoed.

A sense of shame always pounded in his heart when his work was being evaluated by others, especially when Frigga pointed out his terrible needlework later that day. He didn't dare say that he had the leather tanned by the leatherworker, an Italian shoemaker who was one of Athena's regular craftsmen. The shoemaker had even asked him what kind of animal the leather was from and what kind of shoes he wanted.

In Asgard, aside from ancestral equipment, the materials for crafting magical gear should be obtained by the individual. Salomon purchased the fur from Vandazar Fawkes, had it tanned by a craftsman, and then personally crafted the gear—the most time-efficient and labor-saving method. Fortunately, Queen Frigga wasn't so rigid; she knew it was unrealistic for Salomon to master so many skills at his age.

"I'm not an expert in blood magic, but I'm far more skilled in potion-making." Queen Frigga smiled as she handed the gloves back to the sorcerer. "Come with me to the greenhouse. I'll teach you how to grow magical plants and process semi-finished potions. The Vanir gods are far more advanced in drug research than Kamar-Taj. You'll learn to make hallucinogenic drugs, aphrodisiacs, and healing potions. Don't worry, I know what boys are thinking. I'll give you time to play in the training grounds."

The raven landed on Odin's arm, and the Allfather listened to its whispers. Then he nodded, and the raven, named Wuni, flapped its black wings again and disappeared into the distant stars and the magnificent twilight. Heimdall wasn't the Allfather's only eyes and ears; the ravens named Fokin and Wuni would tell Odin everything they saw. They flapped their black wings, their presence felt throughout the Nine Realms and on every planet.

The Father of the Gods gazed into the distance with a worried expression.

The Kree Empire's tycoons and warlords continue their relentless wars across planets, reaping profits. The Skrulls, since acquiring their Guardians, have made their presence felt, waging numerous wars against the native inhabitants of various planets and the Kree who hunt them. Space pirates and wanderers roam beyond the Nine Realms as usual, seeking scraps for sustenance; the recent rebellion at Vanaheim demonstrates the rampant nature of these shameless individuals. The emotionless immortals continue their observer's work, indistinguishable from machines; the Allfathers are indifferent to the synths and their ambitions.

What worries the Allfather the most is the Dark Legion.

This intergalactic warlord's desires knew no bounds. The Allfather knew what Thanos was searching for, and Asgard was inevitably this overlord's target. The Allfather understood that as long as he and the Sorcerer Supreme lived, Thanos wouldn't dare invade the Nine Realms and implement his foolish philosophical ideas. But after he and the Sorcerer Supreme died, whether his son and the Sorcerer Supreme's successor could withstand the pressure, and the Ragnarok caused by his eldest daughter, was what the Allfather feared most.

One failure is a complete failure, with no chance of recovery.

Hela's supposedly dangerous thoughts were not the real reason he imprisoned his daughter; the apocalypse he foresaw at the Well of Wisdom had been haunting him. Hela's ideas conveniently served as a pretext; the ideas she had developed during the war were no longer suitable for the stable Nine Realms. As the key to triggering Ragnarok, the Allfather's imprisonment of her seemed logical—however, as time passed, the Allfather realized that everything he had done was exactly what fate wanted him to do, and that his actions were the very source of Ragnarok.

He had discussed this matter with the Sorcerer Supreme, for in both Ragnarok and the fall of Camelot, a player called Fate manipulated their destinies, and the Eye of Agamotto was the best tool to glimpse fate. The Allfather wanted to inquire about the future of Asgard. At that time, the Sorcerer Supreme refused the Allfather's request. The Supreme said that the most terrifying thing about fate is that when you try to escape it, you have no idea whether your thoughts originate from yourself or from fate.

However, after adopting his successor, the Sorcerer Supreme changed his tune. Salomon Damonet, the Sorcerer Supreme's successor, was both deeply entangled in fate and a force to be reckoned with; his choices determined the different destinies of the Nine Realms and even the entire universe.

The Allfather sighed, and Thor looked at him, his face full of doubt, and asked, "Father, is something troubling you?"

"No, no." Odin shook his head, not intending to tell Thor about the many obstacles ahead. Thor had grown, but not enough, and Odin didn't want to place those burdens on him now. The Allfather said, "I'd like to hear about you. How is Vanaheim? I've noticed some people haven't returned."

"There will be no more rebellions in Vanaheim. I left Hogan here; that's his home." Saul leaned against the railing, looking down at the soldiers in the training ground. He said, "If you had led the troops there yourself, the war would have ended much sooner."

The Allfather wasn't particularly bothered by Thor's flattery. "This is the first time since the destruction of the Rainbow Bridge that peace has returned to the Nine Realms." Odin paused, deciding not to delve into overly complex political philosophy here; he had time to learn. "This is your achievement, Thor," the Allfather said. "They will remember our strength… and you have earned their respect, and my gratitude."

Everything is in perfect order, except for your restless heart.

"This has nothing to do with Jane Foster, Father," Saul retorted somewhat shyly.

"Mortal lives are fleeting and not worth mentioning. You should cherish the people before you." The Allfather pointed to Sif, who was sweating profusely in the training ground. She was the daughter-in-law chosen by Odin and Frigga, and Jane Foster was utterly insignificant in his eyes.

"And what about Salomon? He's only human!"

The Allfather scoffed at Thor's gaze, waved his hand dismissively, and left with his wine glass.

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