Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 467 Found the Target (Second Update)

"You haven't been here long enough today." The strong-willed redhead got up from the ground. "You don't look much older than me. What's keeping you so busy? Or are you some rich guy like those Americans who waged war in my hometown (American-backed rebels), busy attending parties? Like Tony Stark? Go on, don't waste your time on a country bumpkin like me!"

"Wow! Don't be so angry, Wanda. What's wrong with you today?"

This was the first time Wanda Maximov had mentioned her past to Salomon, but her attitude was just so...uncomfortable. Perhaps the increased blood pressure from exercise affected her endocrine system; the girl, who had never been required to think rationally, allowed herself to be controlled by her emotions.

Salomon immediately noticed this situation.

He put the ring he had just put on back into his pocket and then sat down beside Wanda's bed. This was both a good thing and a bad thing; Wanda could draw strength from her own emotions, but she couldn't indulge in them too much or be controlled by them.

The emotion of "hatred" is particularly deadly to Wanda. She can draw power from this emotion, and Sithon can also approach her through it (psychic spiritual realm: hatred). If she indulges in this emotion, then Sithon's influence on her will be maximized.

This would render all of Salomon's preparations futile. He had to correct this. Although it was his first time teaching, he was present most of the time when the Sorcerer Supreme spoke with his apprentices.

He knows how to reason with someone.

"Remember what I told you, Wanda? I know snippets of your life, the snippets that shaped you. I know what you've been through, what you've seen, and it's perfectly normal for you to have these thoughts." Salomon pulled two small bags of snacks from his pocket. Wanda had only ever seen these two expensive snacks on the old TV at home, on the screens of GG, or in the hands of well-dressed children. She would never forget how she craved those unattainable foods as a child, and how she couldn't afford them even when she worked odd jobs as an adult.

Wanda ate snacks in revenge, but this time the sweets didn't bring her any happiness.

"I'm not trying to persuade you to let go of your hatred; that's the thinking of white leftists. All that stuff about the emptiness after revenge in movies is bullshit. Let me tell you, revenge is fucking awesome!" Wanda glanced at Salomon. This was the first time she'd heard Salomon use such a vulgar word, which made the wizard in front of her seem more like a person than some puppet hidden behind a perfect mask.

In fact, Salomon was quite the swearer, he'd been since childhood, and he wasn't born perfect. It's just that Athena didn't like him using that language after he went to Eton. Salomon was also very obedient; he liked Athena very much. Now that he was free from his constraints, Salomon didn't mind temporarily abandoning his manners and rhetoric for a very straightforward conversation with Wanda.

"My teacher isn't a good-tempered person either. The Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't say anything about letting go of hatred; he only says that after he's taken his revenge." Salomon smiled, because Wanda's psychological defenses were gradually weakening. He had read in a book on psychology that swearing could bring a sense of belonging and reduce distance.

Salomon put his legs on the bed, physically closing the distance between himself and Wanda.

“I know what those sons of bitches rebels have done. It’s not the first time this has happened. Not just in your hometown, it’s happened in Tunisia, in Egypt, in Libya. I know more than one Sokovian girl who was sold into prostitution in Western Europe at a very young age.” Salomon leaned closer. “Do you remember the slogans those rebels shouted? If they actually did it, why did those girls still have to go through that? Wanda, do you really understand who you hate?”

"Who do you hate? Tony Stark, or the rebels?" Salomon looked at the girl's face, half-hidden by her long red hair. Wanda remained silent, but she stopped what she was doing. "You're looking for something to hate, Wanda. Otherwise, you don't know who you can hate, you don't know who took your parents' lives."

Perhaps as the sweat on her body gradually cooled down, the girl calmed down.

Seeing that Wanda's mood was gradually improving, Salomon continued, "What does Sokovia have? A small principality under dictatorship, no natural resources, no advanced technology. It only became a key location because of its proximity to Russia. Stark Industries' high-tech weapons are so advanced that the US military can't even keep up. How did that Stark Industries bomb end up here? Do the rebels have the money to buy that expensive equipment?"

"You see, the answer to the question is quite clear." Salomon pointed to Wanda's chest. Sensing something was amiss, he tapped her forehead with his fingertip. "I'm not defending Tony Stark; he's not innocent at all, being a capitalist who manufactures arms. If you want revenge, go ahead, but before you do, understand who killed your parents and who tore your family apart."

"So, would you be willing to tell me what you're going to do?" Wanda asked. "I only know your name, nothing else about you. Are you rich? What do you usually do? Who was that girl you brought last time?"

"I'm probably very rich. The reason I say this is because my economic situation is not aligned with the existing system. The dollar is just a piece of paper to me; gold is what truly has value. Whether it's the rarity of the skill or its role in magic, gold is an extremely valuable precious metal." Salomon didn't mind getting closer to Wanda Maximoff, and her asking about Salomon's life was a clear signal.

"As for that girl, she really might be your sister in a parallel universe. You've probably heard of parallel universes, right? Like those in novels. Her name is Lorna Dayne, she's an orphan, adopted by my foster mother, so she's like my sister," he said. "There are many things that can keep me busy. I'm studying science at Oxford, and magic at the most powerful magical organization in this dimension. But today, something else is more important."

"What is it?"

"My new armor is almost finished," Salomon said with a smile and a wink. "Actually, it's still my teacher's old armor, but with his permission, the legendary dwarven craftsmen reforged and refinished it according to an ancient covenant. It incorporates designs from some of the greatest sages in human history and integrates various high-tech systems added by top modern scientists. That armor was prepared to adapt to future wars. If you've seen the news, you'll probably understand that humanity's main enemy in the future will come from above. The dwarven craftsmen have already forged a hundred sets of unparalleled, massive armor for me, and what I'll be picking up later is their masterpiece."

"You're going to fight aliens?" Wanda thought for a moment before immediately realizing, "Are you that knight? That King Arthur? You're one of the Avengers?"

"Don't lump me in with those megalomaniacal individualists, Wanda." Salomon wagged his finger. "I've never joined that stupid organization. Kamar-Taj fights only for humanity as a whole, and unless something happens that could destroy human civilization, Kamar-Taj won't interfere in the affairs of the Prime Material Plane, at least not for now."

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