Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 343 Aesthetic Concepts (Second Update! Please Vote!)

Bayonetta basked in the warm sunlight, like someone brewing the finest dried wine of ancient Greece, awaiting the sweetest moment of sunset. She had been waiting for this day for a long time. The so-called five hundred years she had spent in a state of unconscious slumber, and even though the memories of those five hundred years from a parallel world were later returned to her, it was no different from watching a movie; her mindset remained in her twenties.

Salomon, though yearning for her, did not stop. He kissed the witch's lips, enduring Joan of Arc's piercing gaze. But Bayonetta did not let him go so easily. She embraced him with a force Salomon could not break, demanding his tongue. After a long while, they finally separated, panting, and the witch licked her lips contentedly.

"Sorry, I have other things to do," Salomon said, his face flushed. "There's a battle to fight. Dinah, get dressed, pick up your weapons, and activate the construct legion. I've poured all my gold into that; it's time to see the results."

The alchemical doll nodded and turned to go to the bedroom.

"War?" This topic drew the attention of the three women in the living room. Bayonetta pulled out her pistol, eager to try it out, seemingly wanting to join in the fun. Jeanne, needless to say, followed Bayonetta wherever she went. Even Samun Shaw, a mortal, was quite interested in the topic of war; her expression seemed to say she wanted to hear more magical stories.

Salomon sighed—most of the women he knew weren't exactly delicate; in fact, he seemed to get along better with women who were strong in combat. He couldn't deny the influence of witches on this; who wouldn't like a tall, strong, and capable older woman?

Salomon liked it, especially when Bayonetta's long legs were wrapped around his.

"My dear, this is a joint operation between Asgard and Kamar-Taj, facing enemies from the Material Plane." He had to say this, otherwise the witches might actually go to the battlefield to fight alongside him. The witches' main enemies are the upper and lower planes; they haven't encountered aliens from the Material Plane yet, and they've lost interest in the Material Plane's barren enemies—they don't fit the witches' aesthetic—there aren't any particularly large enemies, or they're all metal and machinery; the witches simply can't enjoy the thrill of enemy blood splattering on them.

However, the sorcerer's words only fueled Samon Shaw's even greater enthusiasm. Having missed the Battle of New York, she now particularly wanted to shoot down one or two aliens.

"I'll be back for dinner." Salomon put his sling ring back on, refusing Samun Shaw's blatant following.

This woman didn't even change out of her swimsuit; she just wanted to grab a handgun and shoot aliens.

At this moment, the alchemical doll also put on clothes. It was still the same high-slit black miniskirt, and the underwear was still a pure white one-piece swimsuit, which would become semi-transparent and clearly reveal her body when wet. Salomon had consulted many reference materials when designing the alchemical doll's figure to ensure she had the most perfect physique (hips). Therefore, the arcane mage was very satisfied with the alchemical doll dressed in her full outfit. After roughly checking her body and bidding farewell to the witch, he opened a portal and returned to Kamar-Taj.

He needed to return the Eye of Agamotto and have the alchemical puppet help him put on his armor. Furthermore, activating the construct legion would take time, and Salomon didn't want his constructs to fail him on the battlefield.

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"So, you need me to help you evacuate the crowd, and then..."

“It’s just evacuation, son of Cole.” Sif interrupted Agent Coleson before he could finish, knowing Thor might readily agree to the mortal’s possible demands, or rather, inappropriate suggestions. She said, “This is revenge, and you can’t take that right away from us. Besides, I don’t believe mortal weapons can do much harm to the dark elves; they are a very ancient race, even surviving from Bour. ​​Son of Cole, if you wish to fight alongside us, we welcome you—but don’t presumptuously try to take on all the enemies.”

“Ms. Sif, that’s not what I meant,” Agent Coulson said. “In fact, we’re currently in the United States, and it will take at least eight hours to get to London. I can only contact the local S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to provide assistance. Furthermore, since you’ve confirmed the battle will take place in Britain, I need to notify the British government…”

Sif interrupted Agent Coulson again without hesitation, "But Kamar-Taj already knows about this, and I don't think it's necessary for bureaucrats made up of mortals to know about it."

Then came an awkward silence, followed by Loki's maniacal laughter.

"Mortals!" He coughed and laughed at the same time. "Mortals are always so arrogant. When I bring you the truth, you dare not admit it. I don't know what kind of dark magic you received to be resurrected, Agent Coulson. You have always been a mortal, incapable of seeing the truth."

"Shut up, Loki." Thor smacked his brother on the head in annoyance. "Agent Coulson, Salomon has agreed to open a portal for you. You can bring your team here from America if you want. Sorry, we don't trust other..." He looked into Sif's eyes, and the warrior shook her head. "...other agents. You know, after what happened, Jane isn't too keen on contacting S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Alright." Coulson ignored Loki's "nonsense." He deeply understood the cultural differences between aliens and humans—only the Asgardians called medical practices black magic, and he knew this all too well from his own treatment. Tahiti, that's a magical place…

Agent Coulson agreed to Saul's terms, but his hands didn't stop moving.

The moment he realized who he was talking to, he opened a direct communication channel with Nick Fury—which was no easy feat, as nobody knew where Nick Fury was or what he was doing. Agent Coulson had gone to great lengths to find his superior, trying various methods of contact (this was something only he could do; he had the highest authority. Of course, this was his own understanding).

Melinda May observed Agent Coulson's subtle actions with a detached eye throughout.

"We'll be prepared, and we'll be bringing an operations team," he said. "If possible, please hand the phone to Salomon Damonette. I'd like him to come to the agreed location, because I'll be bringing a plane capable of carrying a combat team, so we'll need a large enough portal..."

Melinda May still hadn't told Agent Coulson what kind of wreckage the Airbus had suffered at Salomon's hands. Fitz and Simmons from the science team quietly yawned, causing Skye, the rookie standing beside them, to also doze off. Only the dutiful Agent Grant Ward remained energetic, demonstrating the professionalism expected of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

“Uh… he’s not here right now,” Thor said somewhat awkwardly. “I don’t know where he went. But his bird is here…” Phoenix protested Thor’s rude description, forcing him to change his words, “…I mean, his phoenix is ​​here. Maybe we can have it notify Salomon? Or… Jane, could we try that email? I haven’t used it since you helped me register last time… Can we? Son of Cole, good news, Jane says we can contact Salomon by email…”

"Or can you tell me where he is?" Agent Coulson only knew about the London Temple, not the New York Temple. "As long as he's in the US, I can fly there to find him."

"No, no, I don't know where Kamar-Taj is. They're very mysterious; even Heimdall can't see them. Okay... Jane, which button do I press to hang up and then try emailing? Can this thing send emails? Will Salomon receive it immediately?"

Ah, I don't feel guilty about updating so late.

(End of this chapter)