"Who are you talking to?" Joan of Arc walked down the steps and glanced at Salomon, "You left halfway. Did something happen to Kamataj?"

"The lower plane creatures invaded and someone died." Salomon covered his phone microphone, "Other secret mages can handle it. This call is from SHIELD, and it has nothing to do with the magic world."

"Then hurry up, dinner time is coming." Joan of Arc turned on the smoker and checked the fish and sausages inside. Salomon nodded, and then hung up the phone after saying a few more words to Nick Fury. "I think we can see a superhero war today." He said, "The performance plan has just been settled."

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 person, and the Ghost Rider's judgment cannot fall on him. Well, even today, seventy years later, aliens are not everywhere on the streets, and upper-level creatures and lower-level creatures will not emerge from the ground at any time. There is nothing wrong with facing non-human enemies in advance, and it is boring to catch sandbags every day. Moreover, Nick Fury, the stingy guy, didn't even pay the pension to Captain America, and he didn't allow others to find something to do, that would be too much.

The secret mage felt that he had done another good thing, and the camp pointer must have moved a little bit towards the kind camp.

"Come on, don't waste time, every second here is precious." Salomon blinked and showed a cramped smile. "It's not hard to admit that you like eating the dishes I cook, Joan of Arc."

"That's because there is no pizza delivery here, little guy." Joan of Arc glared at Salomon and walked straight into the cabin. She absolutely could not admit that she liked the dishes made by Salomon, and it would never be possible! It was just a few bites, that's right, that's it!

Salomon, who had enough food and drink, turned on the TV and looked at the TV. Beyonetta and Joan of Arc were whispering. Salomon knew that they were planning to hunt angels - to be precise, they were angels of Jubilus. Now there were many fewer of these guys. Every time Salomon sent them over, he could only find a few minions who came to the main material plane to seize the soul.

Those stupid neighborhood mutual aid committees that fled New York before were really dead. Neither Beyonita nor Joan of Arc would greet their neighbors. After Salomon appeared, he was responsible for all the procedures - including shooting at a few winkless suitors, which Salomon himself did. After all, two beautiful single women would always meet suitors. Nick Fury had complained to him many times, and the Director of SHIELD did not want anyone to be shot for such a thing - the Secret Mage said that if those fools didn't move, he would sooner or later use an automatic rifle to remove their door.

"The show is beginning, my dear." Salomon glanced at his phone and switched the TV channel to the news channel. He didn't expect that Nick Fury's movement was so fast, and he picked Captain America out of Brooklyn in a meal and threw it in front of the Ghost Rider. The TV station used aerial shooting, and through the camera on the helicopter, the news audience could clearly see the burning skull standing on the roof of the building.

"After seventy years, Captain America has appeared again in the battle against the demons." The Secret Mage waved, "I have thought of the title."

"Are you interested in Captain America?" Beyonita glanced at the TV. "His butt is quite perky."

"Dear, you know I'm not interested in men."

"But you went to Eton, and I heard you are still the teacher's whipping assistant."

"This is not the same as our previous interests." Salomon spread his hands helplessly, "This is a symbol of the United States - or, in other words, the symbol of the United States in the minds of Americans. This is a beautified image. The museum with the largest flow of people in Washington is Captain America's Museum. Although I have never been in, it is also quite interesting to see those red-necked people entertain themselves."

Joan of Arc glared at Salomon. She didn't expect that Beuenita and Salomon had already made this progress. Seeing that their best friend was about to be taken away for many years, Joan of Arc changed his seat and inserted it between Beuenita and Salomon.

"Are you serious?" Salomon widened his eyes. Joan of Arc just glanced at him and refused to answer.

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If things are likely to go bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen. This is Murphy's Law - the devil is the same as Murphy's Law, which always appears in the worst situation, but for some people, the devil may appear at any time. Even if Salomon did not look for the trace of the devil, when he finished his weekend vacation, sent Berenta and Joan of Arc to eastern Europe to hunt angels, and returned to Eton alone, Mephisto came to him.

This day was the day when Salomon occupied the night chemistry laboratory alone, and he had two alchemy orders on hand to complete. Suddenly, a cold breath climbed all the way through the bushes outside the window into the laboratory. The light tubes above him kept flashing, and the darkness continued to extend from the end of the corridor until he stopped at the door of the laboratory. The secret wizard noticed the vision, and put down the test tube filled with solution in his hand, and was careful.

"well, well, well, our big man would be happy with a few bottles of alchemy potions." An old man in a black suit appeared before Salomon's alchemy console. He was leaning on a silver skull stick in his hand, and his white hair was combed backwards, looking like a polite old gentleman.

"Mephisto, do you still have the power to escape everywhere?" Salomon instantly realized the true identity of the old man in front of him. Not long after the Supreme Master told him about Mephisto's story, anyone could think of his identity.

"Why should I run away?" The old devil raised his eyebrows and picked up the test tube to look carefully. "I'm just a businessman."

"The world's best businessman, Mr. Mephisto, is excellent in both escaping life and doing business." The Secret Mage pulled over the chair beside him and sat down, "But unfortunately, the Supreme Mage did not give you a license to issue a deal."

"I always get oppressed by those in power in doing import and export trade. This is something I'm used to because I've never paid taxes." Mephisto also sat down on the chair. He didn't seem to care at all whether he would be surrounded by Kamataj. "But this is just an incarnation, an incarnation without any power. If it is lost, it will be lost. I can still afford this cost."

"Can I ask why you came?" Salomon picked up the solution on the table and added the last ingredient. This was a bottle of moderate injury treatment potion. When Mephisto discovered the positive energy in the bottle of potion, he looked at the secret mage with a "How dare you play shit" expression.

However, good education still allowed Mephisto to quickly adjust his expression.

"Aren't you bored, Solomon," he said, "Let Belier's idiot hold your contract all the time. It's been thousands of years, but don't say you're still reluctant to leave Belier. Or Lilith? That's indeed a charming succubus, but you're not a woman addicted to women. Don't you have the Queen of Sheba? That woman is not easy to mess with. My dear Lord of the Demon Pillar, are you still watching the Seventh Throne? We all know that it's not a good thing, and the one who thinks you can sit on it now is a madman."

"What if I could help you take the contract out of Bailier? What if I would help you sit in that position?"
Chapter completed!