"Who are you talking to?" Joan of Arc walked down the steps and glanced at Salomon, "You left midway. Did something happen to Kama Taj?"
"The creatures from the lower planes invaded and someone died." Salomon covered the receiver of his phone. "Other mystics can handle it. This call is from SHIELD and has nothing to do with the magical world."
"Hurry up then, dinner time is almost here." Jeanne opened the smoker and looked at the fish and sausages inside. Salomon nodded, spoke a few more words to Nick Fury and hung up the phone. "I think we could see a superhero battle today," he said. "The plans for the show have just been finalized."
The last few words Salomon said were purely to help the centenarian Steve Rogers find a good opponent so that he could adapt to the modern environment after sleeping for seventy years. After all, Steve Rogers is an extremely kind man. , the judgment of Ghost Rider cannot fall on him at all. Well, even today, seventy years later, aliens are not all over the streets, and creatures from the upper and lower planes do not emerge from the ground at any time - there is nothing wrong with facing non-human enemies in advance. No, hitting sandbags every day is really boring. Moreover, Nick Fury, that picky guy, didn't even pay Captain America his pension and didn't allow others to find something to do. That's too much. Grab it
The Mystic Mage felt that he had done another good deed, and the camp pointer must have moved slightly toward the good camp.
"Come on, don't waste time, every second here is precious." Salomon blinked and showed a narrow smile, "It's not difficult at all to admit that you like to eat my cooking, Joan of Arc."
"That's because there's no pizza delivery here, little guy." Jeanne glared at Salomon and walked straight into the cabin. There was no way she would admit that she liked Salomon's food, never! It’s just a few bites, yes, that’s it!
After eating and drinking, Salomon turned on the TV and flipped through the magic book in his hand while watching the TV. Bayonetta and Joan of Arc were whispering to the side. Salomon knew where they were planning to go without even listening. Hunting angels - to be precise, they are the angels of Jubilus. There are far fewer of these guys now. Every time Salomon sends them there, they can only find a few who come to the main material plane to snatch souls. Little guy.
It was really life-threatening to escape those stupid neighborhood mutual aid committees in New York. Neither Bayonetta nor Joan of Arc were people who knew how to greet their neighbors. After Salomon showed up, he took care of all the procedures—— Including shooting at a few indifferent suitors, Salomon did it himself. After all, two beautiful single women will always meet suitors. Nick Fury has complained to him many times, and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't want anyone to be shot for this kind of thing - the mystic said that if those idiots don't move, sooner or later he will use an automatic rifle to kill them Their doors were torn down.
"The show has started, dear." Salomon looked at his phone and changed the TV channel to the news channel. He didn't expect Nick Fury to move so quickly, picking up Captain America from Brooklyn and throwing him in front of Ghost Rider in just one meal. The TV station used aerial photography. Through the lens from the helicopter, news viewers could clearly see the flaming skull standing on the top of the building.
"After seventy years, Captain America appears again to fight the devil." The Mystic Mage waved his hand, "I've already thought of the title."
"Are you interested in Captain America?" Bayonetta glanced at the TV, "His butt is very perky."
"Honey, you know I'm not interested in men."
"But you went to Eton, and I hear you're still the teacher's whipping assistant."
"This is not the same as our previous interest." Salomon spread his hands helplessly, "This is a symbol of the United States - or, in other words, a symbol of the United States in the minds of Americans. This is a beautified image. The most visited museum in Washington is the Captain America Museum. Although I haven’t been in it, it’s quite interesting to see those red necks amusing themselves.”
Joan of Arc glared at Salomon. She didn't expect Bayonetta and Salomon to have progressed to this point. Seeing that her best friend of many years was about to be snatched away, Joan of Arc changed seats and inserted herself between Bayonetta and Salomon.
"Are you serious?" Salomon's eyes widened. Joan just glanced at him and refused to answer.
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If there is a chance that things will go bad, no matter how small the possibility, it will happen. This is Murphy's Law - the devil, like Murphy's Law, always appears in the worst situations. Even if Salomon didn't go looking for traces of the devil, when he finished his weekend vacation, sent Bayonetta and Joan of Arc to hunt angels in eastern Europe, and returned to Eton alone, Mephisto still came to visit him. .
This was the day Salomon occupied the night chemistry laboratory alone, and he still had two alchemical orders to complete. Suddenly, a cold breath climbed into the laboratory from the bushes outside the window, and the light tube above his head kept flashing. The mystic was aware of this strange vision. He put down the test tube filled with solution in his hand and was cautious.
"Well, well, well, our big shot is actually happy with a few bottles of alchemy potions." An old man in a black suit appeared in front of Salomon's alchemy console, holding a silver skull cane in his hand , with his white hair all combed back, he looks like a polite old gentleman.
"Mephisto, do you still have the strength to run around?" Salomon instantly realized the true identity of the old man in front of him. Not long after the Supreme Mage told him the story of Mephisto, anyone They can all be reminded of his identity.
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"Why should I run for my life?" The old devil raised his eyebrows, picked up the test tube and looked at it carefully, "I'm just a businessman."
"The most outstanding businessman in the world, Mr. Mephisto, is very good both in escaping and doing business." The Mystic Mage pulled up a chair nearby and sat down, "But it is a pity that the Supreme Mage did not give you the award. Business license."
"I am always oppressed by those in power when doing import and export trade. This kind of thing is normal to me." Mephisto also sat down on the chair. He didn't seem to care at all whether he would be oppressed by Kamatai. Ji's encirclement and suppression, "But this is just an incarnation, an incarnation without power. If it is lost, it is lost. I can still afford this cost."
"Can I ask why you are here?" Salomon picked up the solution on the table and added the last ingredient. This is a potion for treating moderate injuries. When Mephisto discovered the positive energy in this bottle of potion, he looked at the mystic with an expression of "How dare you play shit?"
However, good upbringing still allowed Mephisto to quickly adjust his expression.
"Aren't you tired of it, Solomon?" he said, "Let that idiot Belial keep holding on to your contract. Thousands of years have passed, but don't say that you are still reluctant to let go of Belial. Or maybe Is it Lilith? That is indeed a charming succubus, but you are not a person obsessed with women. Don’t you also have the Queen of Sheba? That woman is not easy to mess with. My dear Lord of the Demonic Pillar, can it be said that you still Are you spying on the Seventh Throne? We all know that's not a good thing."
"What if I can help you take the contract away from Belial?"
"Let's make a deal."
