Salomon slept for one night in the power-off apartment. It was hard to bear, but with the company of Cheshire cats and artificial humans, with candles and books, it was not so sad for a night. In the early morning, when he woke up, he washed in cold water and changed into clean clothes, he opened the portal and returned to Positano Town. Maya Hansen's holiday balance was insufficient, and the library of the Immortal City still needed her to organize it. Salomon handed over all the permissions to view books, and only she opened the magic books would not be burned to ashes by the protective spells on the books.

In addition, Mr. Finch also needed the help of Samen Shaw, because two unrelated numbers appeared at the same time, and Mr. Risser was too busy alone. Samen Shaw was a little depressed after learning the news because she really liked Salomon's employment mission. After all, not every mission was like this time, and she could finish it while drinking red wine and counting money. She also liked the two witches very much. After excluding Salomon, the only male, they had a very happy chat.

When the secret mage came to the hotel room, she saw her lying in a daze on the sofa with the ice bag on her forehead, looking like she was drunk. "You need to sober up, Ms. Xiao." Salomon put Samen Xiao on the balcony, letting the breeze blow away the smell of wine on her body. Only Maya Hansen helped the witch. The witches set off early. They were going to the former site of Sun Island. It was still in ruins. The devout believers of the Ragna Cult are still living on the island. Only by confirming that the number of angels has nothing to do with Sun Island, the witches can rest assured to continue their lives. The secret mage gave Samen Xiao a bottle of alchemy potion, allowing the ethanol receptors in her body to temporarily combine with the special ingredients in the alchemy potion to relieve the drunken reaction.

"Oh my God, how much did I drink?" The alchemy potion took effect quickly. Samen Shaw covered his forehead and groaned and sat up from the balcony lounge chair.

"I can't answer this question." The Secret Master glanced at the bottles rolling around the room, thinking that it would be better not to tell the truth. "Your work here is over, Ms. Xiao." He said, "Mr. Finch needs you there. Keep the cash, and I will hire you next time. I think Ms. Hansen should not object to your protection."

"A little more of this kind of task." Samen Shaw stood up staggeringly, "I will definitely not drink so much next time! Humph! I promise!"

"Ms. Hansen, help me and help Ms. Xiao, it's time to leave. Oh, hang up a sign, don't have room service, I'll let the invisible servant clean up here. Get up quickly, Samne Xiao, don't lean against the wall, Jesus still needs you!" [The actor of John Riser is also an actor of "The Passion of Jesus"]

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"Ahem, are you done?" The Venerable took this fan and asked Salomon, who was sitting in the lower head, "When will the Internet be restored? Many apprentices are almost crying, and they can't stand the days without Internet."

"It's almost done, Mr. Finch has done most of the work. As long as Stark doesn't make trouble, a useful firewall will be installed tomorrow." Salomon looked at the row of temple deacons sitting next to him, "Don't worry about the spell being eavesdropped at that time. But I still recommend not to use your mobile phone to take pictures of magic books. It's difficult to ensure privacy in the information age."

"I want me to tell you that we are a place for meditation. If the Internet is broken, it will be broken. We don't need it anyway." Master Daniel from the Temple of New York looked aggressive. When he spoke, his dense white beard jumped up and down. "I have beaten my grandson because he took a page from "The Book of Weishan Emperor" and posted it online. Venerable, I think Kama Taj should completely ban the use of mobile phones and the Internet. Those things are too harmful to apprentices who are just beginning to learn magic..."

"Yeah yeah."

"Hey, young people are just unstable."

A large group of old men and women were all echoing Master Daniel's proposal, only Modu and Casilios remained silent. They wanted to object, but these deacons were much older than them, and they were not heirs like Salomon, so they could not convince the deacons. Salomon looked back and found that the Venerable looked at them expressionlessly - the Venerable might want to throw the teacup on the old and stubborn heads. The Supreme Master was over 1,000 years old, and even more enlightened than these temple deacons who were less than 200 years old.

"Actually not that serious, deacon." Salomon persuaded, "Just strengthen the training, otherwise if you go to the battlefield of external dimensions, learning is equivalent to dying. Senior Brother Modu and Senior Brother Casilios will definitely be happy to increase the training volume of college apprentices."

"Hey, how could the young young man stand the temptation? Look at you, holding your phone all day long..."

Salomon lowered his head. He didn't expect that these old guys, who were over 100, would transfer their firepower to his head.

"Okay." The Venerable put down the folding fan. "A bunch of little guys over a hundred years old, their ability to accept new things is not as good as mine. This matter is under the responsibility of Salomon, and you can go back to the temple to continue working. Modu, Casilios, you stay, and you, Salomon, I have something to tell you."

"What happened, Venerable?" When the other deacons slowly left the Zen room with age spots, dandruff and stinky intestines, there were only four people left in the incense-filled Zen room. Salomon was a little curious. What did the Venerable want him to stay and do the same, as did Modu and Casilios, they still have work to do.

"It's not a big deal." said the Supreme Master, "You're about to graduate from high school, and I've arranged your vacation life. You're going to go further and go to the library in Asgard. There is no school in Asgard. The fertility rate of the Asgardians and the Warners is not enough to support a school. They all receive court education. As for ordinary Asgardians, it doesn't make sense to go. They only teach professional skills - so, I want you to receive Friga's magic education, which is something I have discussed with Odin, the father of the gods. Modu, Casilios, who would you like to send him?"

"When will I go?" Salomon asked before the others spoke, "I have a semester of course and the last exam. If I go at this time, wouldn't it mean that my previous efforts were in vain?"

"Of course it's after your exam, otherwise your adoptive mother will be unhappy."

Modu and Casilios looked at each other. They knew nothing about Salomon's "adoptional mother" and the Venerable forbid them to investigate the identity of the person. Modu guessed that it might be a powerful witch, while Casilios believed that it might be just an ordinary woman working in a secular enterprise of Kamataj, but in any case, they were obeying the orders of the Venerable and not investigating the information of Salomon's adoptive mother.

"I'll send him, Lord," said Casillaos, "you can leave the apprenticeship training to Modu."

"Yes, Master, I think this arrangement is the best."
Chapter completed!