Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 373 The Busy Mystic (Second Update)

Salomon, wringing his dripping cat and wand, went up to the balcony and used the strong, warm breeze from his wand to dry his magical pet's messy, wet gray fur. Summer had arrived, and Cheshire Cats shed like ordinary cats, so Salomon had to use magic to clean all the fur off its body.

He still has a lot to do.

He called Bayonetta to decide on the menu for dinner and to invite Athena to a family dinner. A lot of preparation was needed to make the perfect meal. Fortunately, magic could save a significant amount of time in the cooking process, speeding up the preparation of this Michelin-starred dinner.

The witches were quite pleased; the chicken breast stuffed with black truffles and liver pâté was anything but dry, and with the help of magic, all the seasonings had penetrated the chicken perfectly. Athena was also very satisfied with Salomon's culinary magic; she felt that Salomon's newly invented spells filled a gap in everyday magic, although she would like some marinated olives and red wine to accompany the roasted chicken.

Witches don't have a wide social circle, and Salomon planned to invite Maya Hansen and Samun Shaw to his house for dinner next time. He was sure they wouldn't refuse; witches are happy to see their mortal friends. However, even the most perfect dinner couldn't stop Joan from sleeping between him and Bayonetta. Only after Joan fell asleep would Bayonetta gently wake Salomon with a laugh, and they would do what they liked in the bathroom and on the sofa.

Salomon wanted to keep a close eye on the research progress within the Immortal City before the start of the semester. He had spent a lot of money on this secret organization, with the android army and the AI ​​servers being major expenses.

The android army is slowly taking shape, and the AI's servers won't be fully installed until he invites the woman named "Root." However, there is some good news: Maya Hansen seems to have made some progress, but when she babbles those technical terms to the arcane mage, Salomon automatically filters out those words that even the "Language Master" can't decipher.

He didn't realize he'd been daydreaming until Maya Hansen threw the research report in his face.

He also visited the Kamar-Taj headquarters and met with the arcane mages who had returned from the outer dimensional battlefield.

Compared to before the attack, the mental state of these arcane mages had clearly changed. After all, not all arcane mages, like Salomon, had experienced missions at the beginning of their magical training; for many, this was their first time using magic to kill an enemy. Due to the Sorcerer Supreme's intimidation, few extradimensional beings with any sense dared to approach.

If it weren't for the dimensional anomalies caused by this celestial conjunction, these arcane mages might have had to wait much longer before going to the battlefield. However, psychological counseling is commonplace, and the veteran arcane mages of Kamar-Taj will quickly adjust the mental state of these newcomers to prevent them from falling into depravity due to psychological barriers—regardless of which Daedric or outer dimension, the arcane mages of Kamar-Taj are all excellent subordinates, and the Sorcerer Supreme will naturally not allow those Daedric to succeed.

Kamar-Taj was then enveloped in ten thousand protective spells, and all the arcane mages who had experienced the battle were required to remain at headquarters for questioning.

Salomon is quite a celebrity in Kamar-Taj. You won't find any of those idiots in those light novels who walk with their heads held high and gesture at everyone they meet. Salomon isn't like that. While he doesn't possess the same detached, worldly-wise demeanor as the Sorcerer Supreme, he's friendly to every arcane mage, and everyone greets him when they see him.

Everyone was enthusiastic about him, at least because he occasionally taught other mages how to make dimensional bags and casually distributed alchemical potions.

"What are you doing here? I remember you were at the Hong Kong Temple when the interdimensional war broke out." Salomon looked at the young mage in surprise. "Did you come to headquarters for something light?"

"No, no," said the young mage with a worried look. "I just accidentally got caught up in a battle while delivering food. Look!" He rolled up his sleeve and showed Salomon the bandaged wound on his arm. "This was from a little devil. There are all sorts of creatures in the dimensional gaps. When I got there, Seraphim and the devils were fighting, and the devils were fighting the demons. The angels joined the battle, and they beat up both the devils and the demons. There were purple-dimensional little people, Fodor's steam serpents, spirits from the Temple of Fear, all sorts of extradimensional creatures that had fallen out of their own dimensions fighting there."

"Sounds like a cat fight," Salomon chuckled sarcastically. "Looks like you got scratched by a cat."

"That's a little devil, not a cat! The little devil's tail is poisonous!" Little Wang the mage complained bitterly. "So I have to accept the conversation. Sigh, it always feels a bit strange to cook with extradimensional creatures. I always end up cooking a pot of swill that I don't even know what it is. What can I do? I've never tasted those extradimensional creatures before."

"Do you still have those... those extradimensional creature dishes?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

I'd like to try it.

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Salomon happened to run into Agent Coulson when he retrieved the contract from Professor Randolph.

"I feel like you've been staking out this place for me the whole time, Coulson," Salomon said, waving the parchment impatiently. "It's my job, is that something you're going to interfere with?"

"You know it's not like that," Agent Coulson said helplessly. Nick Fury knew Professor Randolph's true identity, but given Salomon's warning relayed by Agent Coulson, coupled with the dark elf invasion and the large amount of alien biological material collected during this mission, he agreed to temporarily suspend his research on Professor Randolph. However, Nick Fury wanted to discuss the contract Salomon had given to Professor Randolph—since Salomon would issue contracts to Asgardians, issuing a few contracts to trustworthy Skrulls wouldn't be out of the question. Nick Fury was genuinely hesitant to let Skrulls fill in for him at work lately; he feared Salomon might storm into his office and kill him.

Nick Fury wanted Agent Coulson to convey the key phrase "trustworthy," but Salomon dismissed the word with disdain.

That's right, Agent Coulson knows about the Skrulls; he was involved in a mission involving them.

"Because we have an agreement with the Asgardians: we deal with the outer dimensions, and Asgard deals with the Material Plane. This is a covenant between the First Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, and the Allfather, which has lasted for tens of thousands of years." Salomon let out a long sigh, seemingly trying to suppress his frustration.

"I don't want to explain the origins of the Skrulls to you, but you should know that no matter what the Skrulls think, they are notorious parasites in the universe, and Earth is the best host for them. Humanity has fought wars with the Skrulls in the past and won a hard-fought victory."

The sorcerer spoke to the agent with utmost seriousness, "I don't want to repeat this process again, Agent Coulson. Tell Nick Fury to abandon his illusions and be prepared to shoot any Skrulls around him at any time. Nick Fury's trust is valuable, but the word 'trust' is worthless to the Skrulls. They can never be trusted; that's common sense. I don't know what's going on with your American education system, but I know it's terrible enough. But if Carol Danvers comes, remember to remind me; I'll teach that idiot a lesson."

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(End of this chapter)