"I've read your paper, and it's pretty good. It might even get an impact factor in a Nature sub-journal."
"Hell, how come everyone has read the first version of my paper?" Salomon thought about it and understood how his paper spread. He could understand after seeing Athena. After all, Merton College also had Athena's network power. Jane Foster has also seen it. To be precise, Salomon's thesis was written under her guidance, and the college tutor was the second one to see it; even Nick Fury can understand after seeing it. After all, if SHIELD's intelligence analysis department didn't have this ability, it might as well be out in the field.
Stark can also see it, which means that Stark either knows his college tutor, or he asked Jarvis to invade the Oxford University server or even the personal computer he used to write the paper that lacked protection, and even three Both are available.
"This is a very serious crime, Stark."
In the face of Salomon's accusation, Stark just shrugged. "I guarantee that that information will not spread." He said innocently, "I was once a student, and I know how many fantastic papers were rejected, and I was one of them. You have to know that the Stark Group How to recruit talents? If you come to Stark Group to join, I can also give you a good position."
"The Stark Group also wants a thermonuclear astrophysicist?" Salomon was curious. It is understandable that Stark Group recruits talents in thermal engineering, electrical engineering, metallurgy and communications, but recruiting talents in astronomy makes the arcane a little confused.
Thermonuclear astrophysics is a third-level discipline, and it is also an extremely differentiated composite discipline.
The first-level discipline is physics, and thermonuclear astrophysics is differentiated from the second-level discipline astrophysics. The next level is divided into solar physics, solar system physics, stellar physics, etc. What Professor Jane Foster taught Salomon was the third-level disciplines of high-energy astrophysics and space physics differentiated from astrophysics, and even dabbled in radio astronomy. Now in the process of studying wormholes, Jane Foster's scope is getting wider and wider. Darcy has long since surrendered. Only Dr. Salomon and Shavig can keep up with her research.
If Darcy hadn't begged Salomon to cast magic on her that could enhance her intelligence, she might not even be able to write her graduation thesis.
"I will not limit my sights to the earth. I just launched a satellite a few months ago, trying to see farther and clearer than the Hubble Telescope. Haven't you seen Twitter? I clearly announced it. As a result, Stark Group’s stock price began to rise sharply.”
Stark said this naturally, "We have experienced two alien invasions. Who knows if there will be a third time. I have to guide people to look at the universe instead of panicking about aliens every day. Jump out from under the bed - at least that's what the White House officials I talked to thought, they thought they had weapons that could kill every alien. But I knew that was impossible, those weapons caused The losses will be greater than an alien invasion. Only by going out and communicating with alien races that are willing to live in peace can humankind's technological level develop significantly."
"You mean, you want to expand your Iron Legion?" Salomon looked at the steel suits placed in the cabinet and the parts he had just dismantled, "A combat system as precise as a scalpel, and At the same time, there is no loss of fire support. Is this what you want to deal with alien invasion at the minimum cost? Do you want to use the Iron Legion to pose a threat to aliens?"
"Bingo!" Stark snapped his fingers, "In my opinion, super soldiers have gone in the wrong direction. Artificial intelligence is the future development path. It is very difficult to cultivate a super soldier, but the omnic army can copy it. Those armors of yours... Believe me, the Iron Legion controlled by artificial intelligence is the best. Alchemy has been out of date for hundreds of years, you should return to science."
Salomon did not refute, because he was also using artificial intelligence to solve problems, but it was not okay to mock his alchemy level. Salomon, who now had a quarter of the ether particles, was making rapid progress in alchemy, and Paracelsus' theoretical guidance was of great help.
"Oh dear, do you finally understand that you are the one holding Jarvis back?" Salomon said with a smile, "Without you, I think Jarvis can display a stronger fighting ability. Even if your protection No matter how good the measures are, you can't withstand 12 G values. And Jarvis has to go to great lengths to turn on the air conditioning system to prevent you from drowning in your own body odor."
"I'm already practicing! And I don't stink at all!"
"Practice for what?"
"To practice close combat, I hired a coach." Stark pursed his lips and pointed to the Wing Chun wooden dummy placed in the corner, "And I have already started to write a set of algorithms for close combat, inputting various Fighting, using algorithms to predict punches and strike positions to counterattack. Overall, I am the one who created the steel suit."
Stark's haste to show his worth was hilarious, and he immediately came to his senses after saying those words. He waved the burritos served by the robot Derpy with only one robot arm in front of Salomon, and then stuffed them all into his mouth, regardless of whether he could eat them or not.
Derpy poked Stark with his robotic arm. It was programmed to deliver food to two people instead of one, and Stark's actions threw it into some kind of logical confusion.
"Don't bother Dad, you idiot, I'm going to tear you down and sell you to the Africans." He pointed vaguely and said, "We are finished! We are no longer friends."
"whatever."
"Okay. The time for breaking off diplomatic relations is over, we have reconciled, and we have to continue working."
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"Ahem."
"Speak, didn't you agree to contact us by letter? Is there something wrong with Damon? Did the little nun abandon him? Just kill him. What I value is his sister." Salomon looked impatient. He looked out onto the street, not caring at all about the expression on the face of the man standing opposite him. Anyone who is stopped in front of their home when shopping for groceries will be unhappy, especially if this person is an alcoholic from across the country.
"It's none of Damon's business. That nun was also excommunicated because she was pregnant." Father Moru took out a silver-white dove from the pocket of his tattered leather jacket. The dove was Salomon's magic object, a gift from him to Moru, as a means of staying close to the church rather than having clergy visit him. Salomon saw the cookie crumbs on the silver dove, which made him roll his eyes wide.
Obviously, Mordo took this as a token rather than a hint.
"The Pope wrote a letter to the Archbishop of Canterbury about you." Moru lowered his voice. Although Elizabeth I had reconciled the Catholic Church and the Anglican Church, divisions within the church still existed, especially within the Church of Rome. Therefore, Moru did not come to Salomon with any fanfare, and he was very cautious even when he spoke.
He patted the silver dove and revealed the mirror again.
"About me?" Salomon became interested. He didn't mind hearing what Moru had to say.
"Pope Francis wants to invite you to the Vatican. If not, you can go to Westminster because you are studying the James Version." Moru seemed a little nervous. He did not dare to look directly at Salomon's face. Eye. "Whenever you go to a mass, whether it's the Vatican or London," he said, "you treat it like a banquet."
Since the Mass that gave birth to the "miracle", Moru has gained great support within the church. The clergy who attended the mass at that time, especially the cardinal, were even proud of the wound on their abdomen. They called the wound the stigmata, and they also became Moru's die-hard supporters.
Moru knew Salomon's aversion to the church, and he knew that the church's living space would become smaller and smaller in the future, especially after the successive alien invasions. Although some fanatics believe that the arrival of aliens is God's punishment, and even regard aliens as angels, those fanatics are of no use to the church.
In order to win the future, Salomon, the "saint", was indispensable, and Salomon was even allowed to guide the church to undergo a change that was no less than the Protestant Reformation. In order to win the support of the stubborn clergy, Moreau had to make Salomon display the characteristics of a "saint" during mass. He believed that as long as Salomon attended mass, the stigmata would perform miracles on their own.
The Roman Church needed to survive, and Salomon was the man to do it.
Mauroux wanted Salomon to serve directly as pope in the future.
