Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 477 Commonplace Immortality (Second Update)

Immortality is not too rare in the bizarre world of magic. Salomon, who stands at the top of the magical world, can easily point out several people who have lived for at least a thousand years. The Syrian prophet of the tenth century AD is not a particularly outstanding figure. Even Balthazar, who was deceived by Merlin, has lived from the time of Camelot to the present day and is currently enjoying a sweet love that is more than a thousand years late.

Even Salomon's research and development work within the Immortal City involves immortal humans, and immortality without the aid of magic.

So what intrigued him wasn't the immortal prophet, but rather the prophet's connection to him in terms of fate. He had a premonition that it all might be related to him. But now was not the time to explore these matters, for much work awaited him.

"Merry Christmas, Wanda Maximov." As a regular customer of high-end consumer goods, Salomon's mailbox was overflowing with Christmas cards at various homes. He stuck Christmas tree stickers cut from the gift list onto Wanda's clothes so that this experimental subject in the lonely Hydra base could experience the Christmas atmosphere.

In addition, there were several "Seventeen" magazines, whose beautiful girls on the covers were very attractive to Wanda, but the content of the magazines was not so interesting.

Both Maximov and his sister received gifts from Salomon, and Wanda reciprocated with her recent achievements. She had made considerable progress in mind control, and was adept at using spells involving despair, terror, and allure; however, Wanda remained extremely inexperienced in energy control.

At least she can still throw a spell, which is enough for now.

However, Salomon didn't blame her. After all, Wanda Maximov hadn't been learning the spellcasting methods of the Psionicists for very long, and expecting her to be proficient was pure fantasy. The arcane master often advised Wanda not to be impatient; patience was the spellcaster's first virtue, and being too hasty would often only lead her into the enemy's trap—Salomon didn't specify who the enemy was, and Wanda's own understanding differed greatly from Salomon's ideas.

He could never tell Wanda the truth about Sithon, because even a single handwritten note from Sithon would drive an ordinary person insane, causing them to connect with Sithon in the Dark Fortress, plunging an entire planet into darkness and making it food for the Great Shadow. Wanda Maximoff's connection to Sithon was too close; everything Salomon did was to prevent her soul and body from falling into the hands of the Great Shadow, thus breaking the seal of the Earth Mother Gaia.

Merlin's group of wizards had already sacrificed most of themselves in the process of reinforcing the seal. They used their own souls to bind the behemoth, and Salomon would never let their sacrifice go to waste.

"I had a dream," Wanda said, recounting her recent dream.

This was Salomon's demand; Wanda had to report her mental state to him. Dreams were key; many downfalls began in dreams, and dreams were the gateway to the subconscious, through which he could perceive Wanda's deepest thoughts. She described to the narrator the blue shadows writhing in the darkness, the suffocating, slippery tentacles, and the oppressive feeling of sinking into the deep sea; Salomon could see fear in her eyes.

"It's not a big deal," Salomon said casually, as if Wanda's dreams were normal for a spellcaster and he didn't take it to heart at all. "Why don't we have a chat?" he said. "I won't ask you to do too much training today."

It is a consensus in the magical world that psychological problems can easily lead to moral decay.

Don't be fooled by the bunch of sorcerers in the No Door who call themselves masters of dark magic and voodoo, all of them addicted to drugs and insects, their eyes always glowing with drug use, and each one more skilled than the last when dissecting monsters. Wanda's magic is fundamentally unparalleled dark magic. If Wanda were to go mad, none of them in the No Door could compare to her. Aside from the Dormammu followers eradicated from Earth, no one else wields such magical abilities; Wanda's are far darker and more terrifying.

"I have nothing to say," Wanda shrugged. "Do you want me to tell you how I fried fries at a fast-food restaurant and how I filled Pietro's stomach?"

"Alright, let's change it up. Let's start by learning how to identify vampires, how to spot them hiding in a sea of ​​people, and how to cut off their heads. These diverse monsters have various origins; not all monsters are from Disney and don't bleed when their heads are cut off. In the magical world, filth and stench are the norm, and only Kamar-Taj is relatively clean." Salomon opened the books he brought today. "I brought you Kamar-Taj's teaching materials, complete with hand-drawn illustrations. This is a children's version, perfect as an introductory text."

"Children in the magical world?" Wanda frowned, unable to imagine how a child could go through the kind of training she had received. That is, until she saw Salomon pointing at her.

"Children of magical families only receive basic education until adulthood before they begin learning magic. A person's magical talent can only be revealed after their brain is fully developed; underage spellcasters can only be apprentices," the sorcerer said. "I am an exception. I began learning magic at the age of ten. Before that, I underwent five years of martial arts training and extraordinary theoretical study, so my progress in magic was rapid, and both my spellcasting and combat abilities were fully guaranteed. To ensure your survival, I will focus on training your spellcasting abilities, but theoretical studies cannot be neglected. When you have the opportunity to leave here, you might even be able to go to university."

"I don't want to go to university, I want revenge!"

"After you get your revenge, you'll still have to go to university." Salomon casually pushed up his frameless glasses, which he'd pulled out from who-knows-where. "Your spellcasting abilities don't require precise calculations, but the mathematical skills you honed at the cashier won't support you on the path of magic. Mathematics is a language, a language that explains the world, giving you different perspectives and enhancing your spellcasting abilities. Reason is the correct way to see the world, and mathematics can prevent humanity from falling into ignorance. So, mathematics and advanced mathematics are compulsory courses for you. After we finish talking about the thirteen vampire clans, you'll start learning quadratic equations."

"What does this have to do with you teaching me occult magic?" Wanda pulled a tarot deck from under her pillow. This tarot deck was a small gift and teaching tool given to her by Salomon. Together with the psychic board that Wanda had previously obtained from the Hydra researchers, it became the main teaching tool for the magic course.

Tarot cards are used for prophecy, while psychic boards are used for inquiring about the past.

"If you can't find a job after you get out, you might be able to use these things to find a job as a medium," Salomon said. "I'm not lying to you. Even in America, the police seek the help of mediums to solve cases. We can't say they're purely superstitious, but they tend to hire the worst people. Their tarot readings are full of mistakes, let alone using spirit boards. If you learn this skill, you might even make a fortune as a educated medium!"

"The prerequisite is that you have a degree. Come on, do this test paper; it's a middle school math test. Don't look over there, your younger brother is taking a test too; he studies much harder than you."

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)