What Salomon cast was not an invisibility spell. He did not have the luxury to do so. All he did was make people passing by ignore them. This was the effect of the second-level spell [Veil of Concealment]. Sif walked impatiently, picking up pebbles in the lawn and making as much noise as possible. But neither the nobles nor the soldiers passing by noticed the mystic and the irritable Sif sitting generously on the edge of the pillar.
"What do you want to do?" The female warrior took out a small wine bottle from her pocket and poured herself a sip of wine. She was as irritable as a wet cat. She saw Salomon lowering his head and playing with a transparent glass tube, and also holding a diamond pen to carve some words on the glass tube. Salomon looked attentive, as if he was here just to make something small.
This made her even angrier.
"Patience." Salomon said softly, "Saul should appear here. I believe he will have a lot to say to you then. I promise you, if you don't have your jaw dropped by then, , and if you are still in the mood to listen to him. As for me... this is just a small sealing container. I am pretty good at protection spells, especially sealing spells. You see, this is just a four-element container. It’s just a seal. I used the runes of the four element groups, but the main thing is still a rune..."
Sif nodded impatiently. She hoped that these magicians could simplify their language. This is part of the reason why she chose swords. Not everyone has the patience to read those dizzying words and understand the meaning behind those words, let alone convert those words into weird magic. , Sif thinks that people who can do this must look at things differently from normal people.
She couldn't tell which way was better, but after experiencing Salomon's unhurried behavior, she now believed that normal people's thinking was more reliable.
Suddenly, a deafening siren sounded, and the entire Asgard could hear it clearly. The soldiers passing by in the corridor immediately changed the direction of their patrols and ran towards the other side of the Asgard. Sif also looked up and immediately prepared to leave, but Salomon shook her head and stopped her from doing what she wanted to do. Now Sif couldn't hold back her temper at all. "This is a dungeon alarm, wizard!" she said. "I need to join the fight. It's my duty!"
"Your duties will be fulfilled here, Sif." The mystic didn't even raise his head. He blew off the fine dust on the glass tube and said slowly, "I am giving you a chance, an opportunity to truly fulfill your responsibilities, and at the same time, an opportunity to fulfill your wish."
"You have known about this for a long time!" The female warrior drew out her sword and pointed it at the mystic. "Did you collude with the guys in the dungeon? You must know that you have already enjoyed the rights of a guest!"
"I know, so I'm doing what a guest should do, fighting with the host." Salomon put down the glass tube and opened the small leather bag on his waist. Sif saw Salomon's whole arm stretched in, and she was so surprised by this strange sight that she opened her mouth from ear to ear.
With the sound of items being knocked over, an Asgard long sword was pulled out from the small leather bag. This centurion long sword and the custom-made long sword used by Sif were both made by the same blacksmith. It is a customized long sword. The Mystic Mage said, "It's just that my fighting style is a little different. Your generation of Asa clan has never heard of the deeds of the Supreme Mage, so you misunderstood my behavior. But it doesn't matter, you won't regret it. ."
Sif hesitated for a moment. It was difficult for her not to hesitate in the face of the mystical style Salomon was selling.
She knew that wizards were mysterious guys, but Salomon's behavior could be said to be extremely weird. He seemed unwilling to reveal what he was going to do here. I'm not that easy to convince. You're very suspicious now, the female warrior thought to herself. You clearly knew what happened in the dungeon, but you didn't issue any warning.
She originally wanted to capture the mystic, but what Salomon said when he was carving words on the glass tube gave up her plan. "What we are going to do will deceive fate." Sif shuddered as she thought of Salomon's words, "So I want to do an experiment. On the one hand, I can verify how important my existence is, and on the other hand, I can Verify the laws of destiny."
"for what?"
"Just think it's for peace." The Mystic Mage said with a smile, "And for humanity."
"Then take a sip first." The female warrior threw the small flask to Salomon. "If what you are going to do next is important, I hope you can at least escape without fighting. Take a sip, lest you My legs are weak."
The sound of artillery fire continued, and every explosion challenged the patience of the female soldiers. Every second she stayed here meant one second of dereliction of duty, which she couldn't bear - she originally thought it was just a small commotion, but as time went by, the chaos seemed to continue to spread. Suddenly Salomon stood up. "Follow me, ma'am," he said, stepping aside. Sif immediately followed, she wanted to see what the mystic was up to.
"You should have appeared at the pillar over there, Thor." Salomon patted the strong shoulder of the man whose back was facing him. This man was wearing a red sweatshirt and his hair was messy. Judging from the fermented smell on his body and the messy, almost tangled long hair and beard, he had not bathed for a long time. The man seemed startled by Salomon.
"Who are you!" The fat house version of Thor jumped up, and Sif's eyes almost jumped out.
"Are you Thor? You're not..." She looked at the future God of Thunder up and down, especially his belly, "Why are you..."
"I..." Saul didn't bother to ask Salomon's identity. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to run away.
"This is Thor from the parallel world." Salomon quickly grabbed the future Thor, "I already talked with the future Stark, Bruce Banner and Steve in 2012. We have reached an agreement." The Mystic Mage grabbed the red cotton sweatshirt that was full of dead house smell. He held it between two fingers to avoid getting chocolate stains on the clothes. "First of all, I will briefly explain, about Your future has been determined, and I have experienced your future. So I will fight side by side with you to achieve the ending of returning the gems. But this does not matter, because my shuttle plan will not be completed until a few years in the future. conduct"
He paused, then continued, "I think you have a lot to say right now. Whether it's the warrior woman behind me, or... hello, Queen."
The fat house version of Thor's head almost dropped to his stomach.
Queen Frigga smiled, and she took Sol's hand. Future Sol didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting, and he staggered over. Sif stepped forward hesitantly and glanced at future Thor suspiciously. After the explanation just now, she roughly understood what Salomon meant. This Sol is the future Sol, but she doesn't understand what happened to make Sol look like this.
Just like Volstagg, what will happen in the future? She is full of curiosity about the future.
"Now he is yours, Queen." Salomon bowed slightly, "Our destiny continues. In other words -"
"——There is still a chance to change." Thor sniffed and continued, "Although I don't know who you are, you seem to know what will happen in the future. You are still wearing Kama Taj's clothes. , I want to invite you..."
"Of course, I will do it. I think this is the purpose of His Holiness asking me to come here." The Mystic Master took a step back, leaving space for others.
He seemed to be saying something that was beyond doubt.
