These two sheaths do not have too much magic. They can clean up the filth on the sword and temporarily make the weapon sharper (demonized weapons). These functions are enough for Salomon to use, and he does not need too much magic, because whether it is the fallen leaves or the Sword of Vow to Victory, they are extremely powerful weapons themselves.

After the busy day, Salomon returned to the apartment with Bernita and Joan of Arc. This was a rare day without jet lag, and everyone enjoyed such a rest time. Except for Joan of Arc, she always thought that Salomon was going to be ill-treated against Bernita, and even when she was on the dining table, she wanted to throw the fork in her hand at Salomon.

However, the fact is exactly the opposite. Beyonetta is the one who takes the initiative - she always wants to sit on it.

However, Salomon was very happy.

"Do you know how it feels to be a person who just celebrates his birthday on Christmas?" Salomon sat at a simple dark copper metal table and talked. He waved his hands with a depressed expression, holding a large creature made of golden fluffy feathers in his arms. From a distance, his red skeleton cloth robe blended with the hot creature, as if a red flame had a head with black hair on it. The person sitting opposite the table obviously felt that the scene was a bit funny. She resisted not laughing and tried her best to stuff the sandwich into her mouth.

"Everyone!" said the Secret Master indignantly, "Everyone ignored the fact that the new year has arrived. People born on Christmas seem to be still in the past. When I want to declare that I am sixteen, others will always remind me: You have five years to drink, sorry, six years. Moreover, when birthdays overlap with festivals, this person has less entertainment every year. People all over the world owe Christmas birthdays a party, cakes and roasted turkeys are not matched at all, and birthday candles and golden balls made of plastic are out of place."

"You can't tell at all that you are fifteen years old." The person sitting opposite the table nodded, "I mean height, you are as tall as an adult, and you are still growing taller. But your face is the face of a young man. I have to admit that you look really good, like a marble stone statue. I wonder, are the muscles under your clothes as sharp as stone statues?"

"Dear Ms. Romanov, I invite you to a meal to apologize. You can do whatever you want to mock me, but please don't use this method." Salomon lay back on the metal seat. "What we need is mutual respect. Look, although I don't know that you are just off work now, I still found a high-end restaurant. Although they are not open now, we still sat in the guest position. Although the wine and sandwiches are a bit bad, this bottle of Baruno wine is my personal collection. I think my apology is sincere."

"I only have one question, Salomon." Natasha Romanov asked with a smile, "Did you know at that time that I would not die?"

"I don't know." The secret mage shook his head very simply, "The essence of prophetic spells is to spy on fate, and you do appear in the future. But those things are external things, disturbing fate, and they have the ability to change fate. When you are captured, I don't know your ending. All I can do is solve the source of the matter. I am sorry for giving up your choice at that time, but if I make a choice again, I will still make the same decision and will not regret it."

"You are such a hard-hearted guy." Agent Romanov glanced at Salomon. "You are also right to make this decision. Any professional agent will make this choice. But I am still a little dissatisfied with your apology - I know you can move around the world and open the portal anywhere. Now that the restaurant in New York is closed, why not take me elsewhere now?"

"Madam," Salomon sighed, "You don't know what terrible things I experienced after receiving your text message late at night. I still suspect that you did this on purpose. You should be able to understand what kind of questions a man who goes out late at night will face?"

Romanov shrugged, looking indifferent.

"So, I don't have time." The Secret Mage yawned a little, "But Colson did help me convey it. Have you seen him recently? I also want to ask him where I bought the burrito last time."

"I don't know either." Natasha shook her head and replied, "This is SHIELD secret. What's more, I still have tasks next, and I don't have time to think about these things."

"Maybe...I know a little." The secret mage wanted to lean forward to increase mysteries, but suddenly found that Phoenix was blocking him, so he could only turn around clumsyly and move over in a different position. "Cosmic Cube, Tianma Base. Don't pretend to be surprised. I just happened to know something. You must also know, I don't have much curiosity about SHIELD - if I want to know the little secret of SHIELD, I will know. But this time Nick Fury's experiment was a bit too risky, and he actually wanted to use a particle accelerator to bombard the Cosmic Cube. Aren't he afraid of bombing the American continent into the sky?"

Almost a month has passed since Salomon told Colson, but until today, Natasha Romanov contacted him. Apart from the reasons for his work, Salomon is more willing to believe that it was Nick Fury who sent Romanov to negotiate with him. Nick Fury knew that he could not hide the matter of the Universe Rubik's Cube in front of Salomon, and he himself had no idea about the Universe Rubik's Cube, so he asked Agent Romanov to come to find out the news.

"What do you know?" Romanov admitted very happily.

"Things that you don't know are meaningless to your experiments, such as the origin of the Universe Rubik's Cube, for example, we have studied Universe Rubik's Cube." The Secret Master said, "It doesn't matter how you want to experiment. I just want to remind you to be careful and don't use any messy things to cut that thing. If the Universe Rubik's Cube explodes, no one can take responsibility."

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“Because it’s not suitable.”

“What’s not right?”

“The time is not right.”

"You are such a good riddle, Salomon." Agent Romanov was obviously a little angry. She took the Italian garlic sausage handed over by Salomon and took a hard bite. "You said a lot, but there was nothing. Can you help S.H.I.E.L.D. research the universe cube?"

"My dear Ms. Romanov, I feel a little sad that you say this. I am not deliberately hiding it, but S.H.E.L.D. is not suitable for knowing the answer." Salomon said, "We need S.H.E.L.D. for the next experiment."

"Do you want the results of the experiment? Can't you study it with magic?" Romanov's mood changed very quickly, as if the previous anger was just a light smoke. "I thought magic was omnipotent."

"Magic is indeed omnipotent, but humans are not." The secret mage also fed Phoenix a piece of sausage, so that the guy who had been hiking in his arms was calm. "And my purpose is not the research result of the Universe Cube. That means nothing to me. I just want to remind Mr. Nick Fury to cause us trouble. His experiments are not safe at all. I have sent him a text message, but he didn't listen."

"What is your purpose?"

"My purpose is just to invite you to dinner." Salomon began to pretend to be stupid skillfully. "If you are not satisfied, I can make an appointment in advance. The situation we are in now is that there is no result of reservations. Next time, please explain the time to get off work in advance so I can arrange the schedule."

Agent Romanov narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Is this a date?"

"Don't say that, ma'am, I'm afraid that an arrow will hit my knee in another year."
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