Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 874 The Great Poet (Second Update)

"I'll come earlier next time, if nothing unexpected happens."

"Wait, take this." Cassirios called to Salomon, who had finished putting on his shoes. "I think you and the Venerable One might need this."

Salomon glanced through the black leather notebook in his hand, which contained records of dreams and ramblings. He looked at Kasirius with a questioning gaze, but the older sorcerer simply shook his head. "These are my dreams. You know we don't dream randomly," he said. "Dreams are blurry reflections of the mirror world; I'm sure you remember that phrase. Lately, my dreams have become increasingly frequent, which must be some kind of omen. I myself have deciphered quite a few images of Ragnarok. I'm not a professional dream interpreter, but I believe you and the Venerable One can see much more in them. This prophesied catastrophe is a very important event for the entire universe, and we need to deal with it carefully."

"I know," Salomon asked. "Do you think this is because of the dream you had while you were with the Allfather?"

“Possibly,” Cassirius said, “but that doesn’t explain all the omens in the dream. But I believe you played a significant role in Ragnarok, boy.”

Salomon curled his lip.

If his plan succeeds, he will have usurped the foundations of Asgard and used them against the human race. However, he cannot tell anyone; even the Venerable One only understands implicitly. Every action leaves a trace, and Frigga, as the most powerful spellcaster of the Vanir gods, is highly likely to foresee this and thus notify the Golden Palace to eliminate his spies. Lorelei, the daughter of the Rhine, is the first step in this plan. Although placing all his hopes on someone else feels extremely risky, Salomon only has this one person capable of infiltrating the Golden Palace of the Aesir. Lorelei's sister, the Enchantress, would never accept an invitation to cooperate, so he must force Lorelei to cooperate by any means necessary. His contact with Lorelei is limited to letters, all conducted through the embassy in Kamar-Taj. Although this makes it easy for others to trace the clues, it is the only way he can proceed.

"Hey, kid." Kasirius patted him on the shoulder. He and Salomon had drunk a whole dozen vodkas. Salomon had drunk most of it at first, but Kasirius, after taking the Elixir of Life, had caught up with his drinking habits developed from living in Northern Europe. The alcohol hadn't affected their sanity; it was the roasted pork chops that made them feel bloated. "Although I don't know what your spy in Asgard is doing, you must be careful. Although I haven't studied divination, I know that every step you take in your schemes may have a hunter hiding behind the scenes. So far, you've done a good job, but the Allfather is not someone to be trifled with, and Asgard isn't as simple as you think. Unless you have the ability to face the Goddess of Death directly… I know you refused the marriage alliance, refused the Allfather's invitation. I believe you know what that means, so be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

"That puts me at ease. Now get lost, you little rascal. Practice your guitar properly, and I'll introduce you to a customer next time."

"When did you pick up the guitar again, darling?" Bayonetta raised her slender eyebrows.

She shook her head, and her exquisite inverted triangle sapphire earrings refracted a dazzling light in the air.

There was indeed a room in the apartment used to store musical instruments, and the Oxfordshire manor also had a specially decorated recording studio. Thanks to Athena's educational approach, she knew that Salomon was proficient in playing many instruments, including some very obscure and ancient ones. But the sorcerer always said that music was a luxurious leisure activity, and he couldn't waste his time playing in a band. For this reason, it was quite rare to see Salomon lounging on the sofa strumming his guitar—he didn't say that when he was wasting his time on virtual YouTubers and teen idols; he said it was his precious hobby and his hope for saving the world, and often muttered silly things like "tsundere and flat-chested are already rare qualities" and "the industry is getting worse and worse." Bayonetta knew all about his private hobby, but didn't tell him to avoid embarrassing him; in fact, she had already looked through his collection of CDs. She and Jeanne even watched it once, with Diana watching the whole time, without participating in the witches' evaluation of Salomon's hobby.

To be honest, since officially moving in together and establishing the Immortal City, Salomon had had less and less personal time. Otherwise, he would definitely have noticed that the disc order had changed. If it weren't for Diana's diligent cleaning, a thin layer of dust would definitely have accumulated on the game console. He now plays digital games. "Because I think today is your time to sing," Salomon said. Bayonetta sat down beside him, her fingers plucking the strings, then intertwining with his. The witch kissed the wizard's lips. She felt the vibrant heat emanating from Salomon, the kind of heat that should be present in someone his age.

"What would you like to hear? Today's style is lo-fi."

"Oh, before I saw you like this, I thought you wanted to have some Hamlet today. You mean Act III, Scene II."

"My thick, black hair and grey eyes, the black woman who ravishes me, loves puns and metaphors?" Salomon laughed. Many people now regard Shakespeare's plays as something highbrow, and some fools who haven't even read the scripts treat them like a religion, reciting lines aloud under the spotlight. Shakespeare, in a sense, invented English. Aside from his highly creative plots, profound thoughts, and rich vocabulary, his plays were primarily aimed at the uncultured masses. Even the great *Hamlet* is full of vulgar puns. Some people even think Shakespeare's poetry must be accompanied by classical music, but even his sonnets, intended for sophisticated people, are full of extremely obscene allusions. Without in-depth study, a certain foundation in etymology, and classical literature, one cannot understand the obscene allusions hidden in Shakespeare's poetry; instead, one would be bored to sleep.

Salomon's literary skills were on par with the witch's, and the sorceress naturally understood which passage Bayoneta was referring to—the one where Hamlet feigns madness. When Salomon asked, "Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" Bayoneta replied, "Yes, my lord." ["In your lap" is purely a risqué joke.]

Faced with Bayonetta's teasing, Salomon decided to put down his guitar and carry her into the bedroom amidst the witch's joyful screams.

"What kind of beast could so ravage a lady like this?"

"A beast like me, my dear, a beast like me! Must we speak in theatrical tones? That's just too foolish! Don't look at me like that, I actually have some literary talent. His Holiness even said that Christopher Marlowe is my historical figure! Just imagine being able to argue with Shakespeare during a time-travel mission in the future, I'd definitely be a great poet!"

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)