Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 609 Gentlemen and Lawyers (Second Update)

The lawyer's heart was pounding like a motorcycle engine; all his physical signs indicated that he was ready for battle.

But his approach was extremely haphazard; he not only slowly opened the beer bottle but also brought out two beer glasses, attempting to demonstrate his pouring technique to the lawyer. Salomon wasn't about to waste a single drop of this Trappist beer—look at its deep, mahogany-brown color, smell its rich bread aroma, and the notes of apple, plum, fig, and raisins, a perfect blend of yeasty notes, honey sweetness, and a hint of oak.

This is the best beer in the world. It was created by the Nordic monks for public health reasons and because they could not grow grapes due to the climate, when they tasted the "body and blood" of Jesus. Salomon strongly invited Matthew Murdoch to taste it.

After downing the entire glass of beer in one gulp, Salomon put down his glass with satisfaction.

"I have no hostility towards you, I have no hostility towards anyone." Salomon looked at Matthew Murdoch, who was still poised to strike, and the untouched beer in front of him. "I only have hostility towards that guy who came from another field."

Matthew Murdoch remained silent.

Last night, a small cargo ship carrying only a blue container arrived at a private dock in Clinton, New York. Important figures from the Japanese Yakuza were present to receive the cargo, carrying MP7 submachine guns equipped with silencers. This method of smuggling using containers is common in human trafficking, and it had almost disappeared after being cracked down on by an unknown force some time ago. However, the Yakuza, like weeds, continue to thrive, and so does their business. The only difference is that the Japanese Yakuza carried weapons not to deter rival gangs, but out of concern for the goods inside the container.

The cargo was a boy chained and collared.

Also last night, Matthew Murdoch had a fierce argument with his teacher. His teacher, Stick, wanted to kill the boy, but Matthew stopped Stick from firing the arrow, for which he was reprimanded by Stick as immature and naive. Matthew Murdoch calmed himself and carefully recalled what he had heard the previous night.

Twelve heartbeats, no, thirteen, he was sure there were none.

"Where did you hide?" he asked. "I promise you weren't there last night, otherwise I would remember your heartbeat."

“I wasn’t there, but my little sprite was,” Salomon said. “Kamar-Taj pays attention to any extradimensional beings that invade the Prime Material Plane, and the thing on that boy was one of them. I know what you want to ask—you want to know why I didn’t go and capture that boy myself. The truth is, I couldn’t.”

"Why?" the lawyer asked. "You have superpowers; wouldn't taking care of a few gangsters be a piece of cake?"

"I can't explain some of the more technical things to you, and I believe you understand why I'm doing this, because you wouldn't go to great lengths to make your client understand all the loopholes in the legal provisions," the sorcerer said. "I can only tell you that the thing on the boy is the tentacles of an extradimensional being, and the location of that being's true form is currently unknown. I can find its approximate location through prophecy, but to make an accurate prophecy would come at an irreversible cost. And I want to save something—no, not money, not something that's so simple."

"You want me to help you find that thing?" the lawyer asked. "Then you have to tell me why that boy is so important, and what exactly the so-called 'Black Void' and 'Shadow Realm' are."

Have you ever met a client who is so eager to understand the legal provisions that they try to defend themselves and end up with nothing but legal fees?

"I've encountered it, but I don't think I'm that bad."

"The truth is, you're no different from clients like that." Salomon shook his head. "Shadow creatures aren't afraid of swords without magic, and bullets are useless against ordinary people. Just like those clients who try to save on lawyer fees, only understanding outdated legal provisions, and suing the shopkeeper who sold them alcohol using Prohibition-era laws."

"You've been explaining this to me in a way that I can understand. Why?"

"Because it has its eye on you, Matt." Salomon smiled. "Its fate is intertwined with yours. As long as you continue your investigation into the Hand, Black Sky will come after you; it will appear before you sooner or later."

"And then?" the lawyer asked coldly. "Who are you going to kill?"

“Only Black Sky,” Salomon said. “I assure you, that innocent boy isn’t particularly important. If you can help me find Black Sky’s hiding place, that boy will be free. I’ll give him the education and life that only the wealthy have, so he won’t have to live on the streets. How about it?”

"Deal." The lawyer nodded, agreeing to the transaction.

The offer couldn't be more generous. For someone who could use such force to bring him here, and for a child of an undocumented immigrant born in a church, Salomon's kindness far exceeded that of ordinary people. However, Matt Murdoch remained cautious. He wanted to thoroughly investigate this man's background; Salomon's displayed humility was unsettling.

"Let's talk about something else." The lawyer seemed to relax. He took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of blank, lifeless, blind eyes. "You're very wealthy. How did you do that? Do you have any tax issues to resolve? Who exactly are you? I mean…"

"How did an orphan become a rich young man and a magician?"

"Yes," Matthew Murdoch smiled sheepishly, "If this offends you..."

"Ah, that's not a big problem. You know, there are plenty of diamonds and gold on other planets, and I don't think the U.S. tax authorities can collect taxes in outer space. Even if they don't, the connections I have with Eton and Oxford will keep me doing very well—I can be quite good at socializing if I want to. As for how I embarked on the path of arcane magic, I'm sorry I can't answer that. There are too many secrets involved. The name I told you is all the information you need. All you need to know is that Kamar-Taj has been protecting humanity since the dawn of mankind, it just wasn't called that before."

The sorcerer pushed his glass forward, but unfortunately the blind lawyer couldn't see his smile. "Before you leave, have a Westvleteren 12 beer. Diana will prepare a well-fitting suit for you, a high-end bespoke suit from Scabal in England, made of Super 250 wool. In the long run, this fabric is extremely comfortable."

Seeing the lawyer wave his hand in refusal, Salomon quickly added.

"The moment you arrived, that suit began production. There's no need to wonder how I know your physical data; I have your medical report. In this internet age, many secrets aren't secrets anymore. Please wait a moment, enjoy your beer, your suit will be ready soon. Please don't refuse; consider it a gift for our deal. After all, I can't let you go out wearing this. A suit is a man's armor; a lawyer needs a good suit to intimidate those unscrupulous businessman lawyers, right?"

I'm sorry, my cat vomited twice in a row, and I'm busy asking the vet.

(End of this chapter)