Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 475 The Venerable One's Gift (Second Update)

The Christmas birthday party went ahead as planned, and Salomon ensured he had ample time to spend at the table all day. He sent gifts to many who couldn't attend, including Harold Finch and John Riser, and even Elijah in prison received a Christmas doll he had sent through someone. As for Athena, Salomon's foster mother, she received a draft of a thesis as a gift, a testament to the success of her education of Salomon.

The sorcerer believed this was the best gift for Athena.

They also found a perfect excuse to add more homework for the children in the orphanage.

The gift for His Holiness was a scroll of the most powerful magic Salomon could currently cast, to be copied into the spellbook named after him in the Kamar-Taj Library. That book sat next to the Book of Vishanti, holding a status comparable to the Book of Vishanti as a universally applicable spellbook for Kamar-Taj sorcerers to learn.

The Venerable One gifted Salomon a secret technique he couldn't yet comprehend. This technique was acquired by the Venerable One during his travels through the multiverse, and he hadn't used it even once so far. Aside from some of its practical applications, this magic, theoretically, involved accessing the Akashic Records, a cosmic database, which, in a sense, was equivalent to the Eternal God himself.

The Venerable One's bestowal of this secret technique signifies a certain degree of approval from the Eternal God upon Salomon. He had no doubt that this was a privilege the Venerable One had secured for him; the Eternal God's favor meant the favor of the cosmic will. This was an extremely precious gift, and Salomon felt he truly owed the Venerable One a great debt, whether for the grace of instruction or for nurturing.

"You are my successor, this is what you deserve," the Venerable One said in a calm and unwavering tone. In the Venerable One's eyes, Salomon's future responsibilities were far heavier than those of the current Sorcerer Supreme, and this little bit of help was nothing.

Therefore, when Salomon proposed to recruit Strange as his assistant, the Sorcerer Supreme didn't have much of an objection. Previously, the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar-Taj were inseparable, but after Salomon became the master of Kamar-Taj, the situation would change. The mission to fight against the outer dimensions would become incredibly brutal, and the Sorcerer Supreme allowed Salomon to carry out his ideas, including the secret projects within the Immortal City, which the Sorcerer Supreme deemed necessary.

Without such measures, the future of humanity and the entire material plane would be far worse. Hell, the Abyss, and Heaven are all enemies of humanity, not to mention the countless demons, large and small. Even though Salomon already had a plan to confront the upper and lower planes, the Venerable One still considered it a responsibility he had forcibly placed on his disciple's shoulders, and no amount of help could ever be enough.

"Go and enjoy life," the Venerable One said, stroking her disciple's soft, long hair.

These peaceful times are numbered; slaughter and war will fill every second of the future. The Venerable One believes that all he can do is give Salomon more time.

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Samne Shaw and Ms. Groves gladly accepted the invitation to the party.

They had long since lost their families and hadn't attended family gatherings in years. Since they were considered friends with the witches, at Salomon's and the witches' invitation, they and Maya Hansen returned to the witches' apartment in New York City—Salomon simply didn't want to invite that annoying Tony Stark, which had nothing to do with whether or not they were from the wizarding world; he was quite friendly to everyone else.

If Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov hadn't been on a mission, he would have invited them for a nice meal (they had also received a gift, delivered by Salomon via pigeon). Dr. Bruce Banner, a loner, declined the invitation. Even so, he received a gift—an amulet from Salomon, something to help him stay calm in crucial moments.

This was very important to Bruce Banner. Salomon hadn't given it to him before not out of stinginess, but because the Hulk's Willpower save was too difficult to pass; the Fortitude save for a raging beast was ridiculously high. Now it was different. With Salomon's improved skills, he could influence the Hulk's mind through other attributes.

Whether the gift arrived early or late, Dr. Banner was very grateful to Salomon.

"This is my only day off in months," Maya Hansen yawned, complaining about her exploitative boss. She had slept for a full twenty-four hours, and if the sorcerer hadn't woken her up, she probably would have continued sleeping. She had simply taken a shower and changed her clothes before coming to the party.

The virologist was utterly exhausted. The test subjects sent by Gideon Malik needed to be processed quickly, and the field of epigenetics was indeed quite unpredictable. After Maya Hansen cut DNA fragments from those historical figures into the test subjects, she still needed to spend time observing changes in their personality, appearance, and intelligence—a task not everyone could handle.

She sat down on the sofa with her wine glass in her hand.

At the other end of the sofa, Ms. Groves and Samun Shaw were squeezed together, happily munching on snacks made by Dinah. Samun Shaw had a good appetite; she even asked Salomon when dinner would be served, since they had indeed come there to eat.

Salomon introduced Wu Guiyue's family and the family of the sorcerer Hamil to everyone present. As for the witch, everyone present knew her, whether they were sorcerers from Kamar-Taj or ordinary people; they all knew that the witch was the mistress of this house.

Soon after, the party began, and it was Salomon's most relaxing day. Wu Guiyue's husband truly had an exceptional skill in roasting turkey, and everyone enjoyed the meal. Besides the turkey, there was also a roast goose made by Wu Guiyue's family and Cantonese dim sum; no one would have guessed that a British policeman who had acquired Chinese citizenship possessed such culinary skills.

Salomon refused to host the Christmas party proposed by Athena because he preferred small, lively family gatherings to the impersonal atmosphere of social events, which made him feel the warmth of family. This was something he had been tirelessly searching for since coming into this world.

"Nineteen, Boya," Bayonetta said with a smile. "You're two years away from the legal drinking age."

"Anyway, the police aren't going to come here to check, and the sorority won't let them in." Salomon nonchalantly poured himself a glass of wine. "Cheers, darling."

"Wow, the little boy is becoming quite manly!"

Little Wang, the mage, foolishly whistled, and was promptly smacked on the head by Hamil, the mage.

"I meant to say I ordered takeout from the teahouse!" Little Wang said, feeling wronged. "I didn't know they had shrimp dumplings here!"

Which restaurant did you order from?

"It's newly opened, Dian Dou De!"

"What kind of food is this? Even a dog wouldn't eat it!" Master Hamil swung his remaining hand and smacked Little Master Wang on the head. "Get to Lianxiang Restaurant now, you scoundrel!"

"What are they talking about?" Samun Shaw's mouth was stuffed full, the overly delicious food making her eyes almost pop out. It was an honor for the host to have a guest eat, and Wu Guiyue even happily served Samun some food. Samun Shaw finished a glass of wine in one gulp before barely managing to squeeze out a question from between her teeth to the all-knowing ROOT.

However, even Ms. Groves couldn't get any more information through that artificial intelligence.

"I don't know." ROOT shook her head. She didn't know anything; all she knew was that if she didn't eat quickly, Samun Shaw would finish all the shrimp dumplings.

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