Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 383 The Mad Woman (Second Update)

"Master, do I still need to take my apprentices to the Aetherial Dimension?" Salomon arrived at Kamar-Taj while having breakfast. He had gotten up early specifically because he had used up all his alchemy potions the night before. After losing the chemistry lab at Eton College, he could only set up labs in Kamar-Taj and the Witch's Apartment, but he dared not use the facilities in the apartment today, otherwise Bayonetta would drag him to her bedroom.

This meant he couldn't work for the entire day. He tiptoed over the gray shorthair cat and German Shepherd sleeping on the carpet, grabbed Phoenix sleeping on the cabinet and tucked him under his arm, casually stuffing the Pegasus statue lying nearby into his pocket. Having done this, he quickly activated the portal without disturbing anyone.

This is why he arrived in the Himalayas wearing only pajamas, with all his equipment in his hands. "Why aren't you out making babies with the witch? What are you doing here?" The Sorcerer Supreme glanced at his disciple, then continued sipping his tea. "You're here just in time. Go buy me some roast goose." The Sorcerer Supreme lowered his voice so no one could hear. "Don't let Mordo see you; he always thinks I have high blood pressure. Also, remember to bring me two bottles of beer from Kasirius's fridge."

"teacher--"

"Hey, what's the rush?" The Venerable frowned in displeasure. "The assessment is over, and those apprentices are now ready for one-on-one instruction. I'm busy assigning them mentors. Mordo and Kasirios both have work to do; would you like to take on an apprentice as well?"

“I’m busy enough, teacher,” Salomon said. “I just wanted to make sure I don’t have any work to do here today, right?”

Having just ruled out a potential mission, Salomon went to Athena's residence. Early morning was the goddess of war's training time; she was wearing a tight-fitting white linen dress. Salomon, who had just stepped out of the portal, nearly had a spear pierce his nose. "How can a man refuse a lady's request?" The spear sliced ​​through the air, stabbing near Salomon's neck. Athena knew everything that had happened before Salomon's arrival, especially when she saw his pale face.

She tossed Salomon a spear and demanded that he undergo combat training with her. "Like the warriors of the Amazons," Athena said, her skin glistening with sweat in the morning sun. "Training can lead to injuries, so if you don't want to, you'd better stay in bed."

"You're much stricter than an ordinary mother." Salomon, having undergone countless battle training sessions, expertly kicked the spear, using its tip to deflect Athena's weapon. The clanging of metal signaled the start of the battle. The spear, like a snake, pierced straight for Athena's throat. Salomon didn't care whether the goddess of war would be injured—he had once forfeited an attack opportunity for fear of harming Athena with a spear, only to be subsequently beaten by Athena with the spear shaft, which she considered an insult.

Salomon was only thirteen years old at the time, but Athena showed him no mercy.

Salomon was certain that Athena wasn't holding back either, because the strength and speed of both were beyond the reach of ordinary people. The ear-piercing clang of metal clashing erupted many times in an instant, sounding to onlookers merely as a cacophony of noise. Over the years, Salomon had gradually caught up with Athena in spearmanship; at least he wouldn't be defeated within ten seconds of the battle's start, and Athena couldn't defeat him with just the spear shaft.

After finishing his morning exercise, Salomon said goodbye. He had to go make a deal.

Athena kissed the sorcerer's sweaty cheek, then shoved a chilled cookie into Salomon's hand before impatiently dismissing him. Her foolish son had forgotten not only to bring a gift, but also because she had work to do—the art salon was work, and the orphanage needed sponsorship.

There needs to be some sponsorship on the surface, otherwise the tax bureau will eventually find out about her.

"I really don't know what got into me to agree to this deal." Salomon dragged a long-haired woman in a hospital gown through the corridor of the mental hospital. "If it hadn't told me you put desflurane in the ventilation ducts, I might have even been infected."

"Aren't you excited?" The woman named Root followed Salomon nonchalantly, earphones in her ears. "She told me she couldn't understand you. You're the only person she can't understand, and she doesn't know where to begin."

Root muttered to herself in a sleepwalking manner, looking like a drug addict who had injected too much cocaine in an alley and was now delirious. She still had the pistol she had taken from the guard's holster in her hand. Even a fool would know not to let someone who was not thinking straight handle a gun, but Salomon didn't care at all.

“Then you should tell that machine to be careful next time it talks badly about someone behind their back.” Salomon led Root past the unconscious staff and patients, heading towards the corridor. “I don’t know if that machine told you,” he said. “Now it’s not just the Department of Homeland Security watching you; there’s another organization, a deeply entrenched organization within the US government, that knows about the machine. You’re their target. If it weren’t for that, the machine thinks you can escape using it.”

“Hydra, I know it,” Root said with a smile. “I thought Hydra had been wiped out long ago. The word carries a certain historical weight now, and I believe people felt the same way when S.H.I.E.L.D. unearthed Captain America. What did you do? She told me those people were already at the parking lot.”

"My advice is, don't engage those people. Actually, this is just a little personal motive of mine; the leader of that organization really wants to talk to me." Salomon pulled Root aside. "Escaping is shameful, but it's useful. I don't really like dealing with worldly forces, so I had them wander around the stairwell a few more times... Hi, hello."

Salomon greeted the psychiatrist who was terrified by Root, who turned and ran away after Root exposed his past (including cheating on exams and sexually assaulting patients). Salomon continued speaking to the somewhat deranged woman, "My agreement with the machine is to guarantee your safety, so I must achieve it by any means necessary. The machine didn't require me to kill those people, and besides, I don't have any major grudge against them."

"You're really being kind," Root laughed. "They look like a bunch of babies, babies with guns. How do you know they won't shoot?"

"The 'idiocy' trick always works."

Gunshots rang in their ears through the empty corridor. Salomon shrugged. "You think I came from Hogwarts? I don't have any spare kindness. Besides, you can't expect too much from a bunch of people who wet their pants," he said. "Alright, now hold on tight to me."

"Are we going to Apparate?"

"More or less, but I assure you, this magic is much safer."

"You never told me you had an underground city." Root wasn't sure if she was talking to herself or asking Salomon, but she didn't care whether she got an answer or not. She looked up and saw the rocky dome and huge stalagmites high above, as well as a few brightly lit buildings in a dark ruin.

"Welcome to the Immortal City," Salomon said. "At least that was its name. Come, your god awaits you."

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(End of this chapter)