In the long past, the Supreme Master has also seized Mephisto's incarnation several times, so the Venerable is very clear about how to use this incarnation to make things difficult for his old opponent. The Venerable should not be too skilled in how to do this - for example, through this incarnation to usurp part of the power of Mephisto's body, or throw this incarnation to the Paradise Mountain to break the millennium contract between the upper and lower planes. (Ghost Rider V4)

If you want to implement the second method, you need to be more cautious, because it is not only hell, but also abyss that sign a contract with heaven. Some of the demons and demons, as well as past gods, also participated in it, triggering an unprovoked battle between the upper and lower planes is not very beneficial to the earth, especially the involvement of Salomon. The Supreme Master does not intend that Salomon will let Salomon face the pressure of the upper and lower planes before recapturing the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.

"You should rest." The Venerable said after seeing Salomon return to the martial arts training ground, "You still need to attend classes tomorrow."

"The secular course is not difficult at all. To be honest, the teaching intensity of Eton School is still acceptable." Salomon spread his hands and said, "Teacher, you should know that I have the best in my class, right?"

"Although I haven't been to the parent-teacher meeting, Athena has told me about your grades. I have to say that you satisfy me, no matter what aspect it is." The Supreme Master raised his eyebrows and shook his fingers, "Except for work and rest time."

“Can’t I play games after I finish my homework?”

"Nope!" the Venerable shook his head and replied.

"I'll play a game of Call of Duty, I promise not to time out..."

"Don't think of being sloppy, you need to rest, you need to be full of energy when other Londoners get up," said the Venerable, "I heard you are now the teacher's whipping assistant."

"Why do everyone know this now?" Salomon was a little surprised. He originally thought that this kind of thing would only spread in a small range, but he didn't expect that even the Supreme Master knew about it now. "I used a whip." He said, "Now students who violated school rules cannot whip publicly, and they can't even use too much force when whipping. It's a pity."

"What does this matter? You are now a prosecutor who masters the law. I can guarantee that many of your classmates are afraid of you. No matter which country they are from, they will surrender to you. This is great." The Venerable changed the subject without warning, "I will attend your parent meeting next time."

"What?" Salomon was shocked, and the Supreme Master also mentioned Athena - recently Athena made an invitation to him crazily, and he didn't even know how to refuse.

"Don't worry, I have my own way. I will go with Athena." The Venerable blinked and said mysteriously, "I look forward to your performance, Salomon."

Faced with the teacher's "threat", Salomon had to go back to the bedroom to sleep. Before going to bed, he sent a text message to Colson, agreeing to the time for tomorrow's handover. He also sent a text message to inform Beyonetta and Joan of Arc that he would sleep at the headquarters of Kamataj tonight - tomorrow he would need to fall in the middle time zone and the West Five. If he didn't fall asleep, he would be unable to catch up with anything.

"So, last night, you beat the Prince of Hell, and then beat the King of Hell?" Colson narrowed his eyes and looked at his watch, his expression was indescribable, "It sounded a bit incredible."

"Look, you are still not ready to accept a more bizarre world, no matter how many times you have experienced it," Salomon spread his hands and said indifferently. "This is why ordinary people cannot know the existence of magic. They will go crazy. It is strange that you have not gone crazy yet. In fact, in the past, magic was still slightly accepted - I mean the period of King Arthur and before that period, because after that, the Europeans entered the dark age."

"Prejudice, and prejudice! That's the moral code, Salomon! You can recite the Bible, but you never take it seriously, right?" Coulson patted his thigh, then sighed, and picked up the burrito he had just bought from the bench and put it in Salomon. They were now sitting on the bench in Central Park, with a silver coded suitcase next to Coulson, which contained what Salomon wanted.

Originally, Salomon wanted to learn from the agent's joints, sitting on the bench on the back of Colson, holding a newspaper to block his face, and handing over the magic book with Colson - but because his acting skills were too poor and he couldn't see the newspaper clearly in the night, he seemed too suspicious to hold a newspaper to block his face, so Colson asked Salomon to sit next to him and stop doing anything suspicious.

The night wind in early spring was still a little cold. Colson waited here in a thin gray suit for a long time because Salomon did not show up and did not answer the phone.

"Can you really go against the jet lag?" Colson asked with these resentments. "Although I am an agent, it's midnight now. I'm not a night vampire. If I'm usually going to bed now, instead of shivering in the park... I know that it's seven o'clock in the evening in London now, and New York is one day in the evening. Congratulations, you've successfully won a day."

"What can I do?" Salomon shouted with a sad face, "I have to wait until school is over? I am a high school student. I am not a public high school that goes out at 3:00 pm, but a British public school. They are all high-ranking officials and nobles. Can you believe that I have to read newspapers every morning? Because this is the habit of gentlemen! I can infer from the newspapers that everyone reads their family background - there are those who read the Daily Mirror and the Guardian, and those who are powerless are all senior politicians and noble families; there are those who read the Times and the Financial Times, all civil servants or businessmen families; those who read the Morning Star and the Daily Telegraph are not British, and they may even be French; as for those who read the Daily Mail, they are popular in the toilet. Except for those who read the Sun, everyone wants to read such newspapers. Does anyone want to read the third edition of the girl?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Your life seems to be richer than I thought." Colson looked at Salomon's eyes with curiosity, "I thought you were the kind of wizard who could make potions in the crucible."

"Now I'm in the chemistry laboratory, Colson, magic is an objective science, and we will keep pace with the times. And Eton School has a complete set of equipment, and I have the tools I need to make alchemy potions."

"So should I pay attention to the environmental problems at Eton? You won't throw away production waste, right?"

"Don't worry, all the alchemy wastes were eaten by my slugs."

"Slug?"

"The Demon Eating Slug, I caught it from Vandalzal Fu's garden. It was originally blue, but now it has turned into color." The Secret Mage shrugged, "I don't know what the alchemy waste reacted after it was mixed in its belly. It is said that those alchemy potions should have failed. I don't dare to poke it anymore, for fear that the guy would explode if he accidentally did - Oh! I thought of a good idea!"

"Okay, let's put down your good idea first. Your life is indeed beyond my imagination." Agent Colson took a deep breath and placed the silver code box on his knees. He held the box in front of him and pressed it at the handle. The blue light swept across his iris, and the code box opened. "This is what you want." He opened the code box and showed the contents to Salomon. The bright white LED bulb installed in the code box illuminated the cover of the book well.

Colson said, "I hope nothing went wrong."

"When you get this book, you have made an irreversible mistake." Salomon put down the cold burrito, he picked up the book, roughly flipped through it, hoping to find something like a catalog. He must know what magic there is in this book, and he doesn't know whether the "Azathoth's magic technique" he worried about was copied in it.

"Is there any problem?" Colson asked.

"I haven't found it yet." The Secret Master raised his head from the book and looked at Colson with a slightly sarcastic look. "All the spells in this book are dangerous. If anyone wants to pull all humans together, then it's enough to just learn the magic in this book. However, the good news is that this earth has Kama Taj, and we will kill this idiot before he kills all humans - including all those who know this."

"Okay." Agent Colson raised his eyebrows, his headline and hairline were extremely conspicuous. "So let's work together well?"

"Well, I didn't agree." The secret wizard stood up from the bench with the book, and heated the burrito. "I still have something to do."

"What's up?"

"Attend a Lady's Tea Party," Salomon said. "This is an invitation from my art teacher, I have to go."
Chapter completed!