He was always wary of the boy.

This is normal. When the boy was having a split headache and showed his memories in front of him and Beyonetta, the magic light on his body was astonishingly dazzling. Although he had known for a long time that this boy who called himself "Loki" was not an ordinary person, the secret mage was still twitched by the magic power he possessed. Faced with the boy's sudden action, Salomon's first reaction was to raise the bomb gun, but he failed to pull the trigger - not entirely because of the witch's opposition, but more because he also wanted to see which direction the boy, who only had a short memory, perhaps even the chess piece behind him, didn't know which direction he wanted to guide him and the witch.

"You have hurt me, everyone. Maybe you should find some time to take care of your armor." The boy frowned and waved his finger. Perhaps the two sides had reached a deal and his attitude had to ease a lot. "But thank you for your medicine. I'm fine, let's go quickly."

"I think so too. I suggest you have a brain test, because I suspect that the reason why your memory is so short is because it falls into your head, causing blood stasis in your brain." The boy glared at the secret wizard. Salomon said confidently, "I have seen a person who has nothing happened after he falls, but he just lost a little memory. But two days later, the person died!"

The boy asked curiously, "How did he die?"

"He was hit by a car and forgot to look at the traffic lights when crossing the road. If he didn't fall to his head, he might remember this."

"Does anyone really find your stupid joke interesting, big guy?"

The secret wizard shrugged, "Sometimes."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to give the pills, Salomon activated some small functions of power armor. The fine needle hidden in the finger armor secretly pierced the boy's fingers and quietly took a little blood sample for analysis. The secret mage's concept of power armor is very different from Tony Stark. Tony Stark has been seeking lightness and speed, and has used most of the space of power armor for modular design mechanical structures, thrusters, etc. Salomon completely abandoned convenience and instead thickened the armor while constantly enriching the functions of power armor.

The medical system of the power armor quickly gave the result, and he also informed the witch of the result.

"Ordinary people?" Beyonetta was a little disbelief, "There is no genetic mutation?"

"Yes, a totally ordinary man." On the way to the church of Falls, Salomon replied, "It seems that the answer to the question is at the soul level, but the boy's memory is too short. Perhaps he was a pawn thrown out after being brainwashed, executing commands rooted in the subconscious. It seems that this is very suspicious because he is guiding us to a potentially trapped position in Finbowent. That's why I need you to hand me the next work, and I have to test his position."

"Try not to hurt him." The witch looked at the boy who was skillfully traveling through the alleys of Noah Dunn. "I don't want your methods to be too rough."

"Of course, we are not murderers. Do you want to take a walk together, ma'am?" Salomon stretched out his arm and the witch gracefully put it on. They walked slowly along the stone brick road at dusk with leisure on vacation, and did not seem to be worried about being suddenly attacked by angels. It seemed that they were planning to enjoy this small town with Italian style. Faced with the boy's repeated urging, Salomon claimed that the town reminded Beyonetta of his hometown, so they planned to take a good look.

These remarks made the boy jump.

"I have to go to Finbowent." He ran forward without looking back. "If you want to go too, then follow me. I don't plan to wait for you to take a walk there slowly!" The witch and the secret mage looked at each other, but did not immediately follow. It was not until the boy disappeared into the corner of the alley that Salomon recited a spell and gave orders to the invisible elves in the air. At the same time, he also prepared another magic to guard against emergencies - this is the benefit of reading a lot of books. Salomon can always find the right spell to face almost all situations. The magic of the witch clan does not have this flexibility. Whether it is fighting or daily life, whether it is releasing lightning or baking small cakes, or even boring housework, Salomon can always use the corresponding magic to solve the problem.

On the tower of Noah Dunn, a man with a golden mask was looking down at them from a high point. "It is now that the distance between them is far enough." The man said to the air in front of him, "Can't wait any longer. Prophet, I'm going to attack now."

"I'm glad to see you so positive, sage." The voice of the guy called the prophet came from the void, "but please wait, the angels are coming. We must be wary of the possibility of those who intervene."

"It won't take it too long." The sage snorted dissatisfied, "Do you don't trust my abilities?"

"Of course not, but you know I can't take any risks, sages. You can't, either?" said the prophet in a deep voice. "I pulled you here from five hundred years ago to give you a chance to revenge and a chance to change the past. Would you like to see the opportunity slip away in front of you?"

"I have to kill him."

"You will, sage, but please do as I plan."

"Did you see?" Beyonetta raised her arm and poked Salomon's cheek. This was the only place that was not covered by armor on the secret wizard. The waterfall church described by the boy was located outside the town, where the foot of the Fenbowente Mountain was covered by shadows. Fenbowente Mountain is a peak with an altitude. As the evening approached, the entire town was covered by the shadows cast by the peaks. On the hillside, the sun was still attached to it. The setting sun dyed the mountain walls orange-red. The cold wind from the north blew the peaks, pushing away the heavy snow, pulling the snow peaks into erratic clouds and mists with dreamy colors. Some tiny lights that kept flashing on the hillside attracted the attention of the witch. Even if the situation was not clear, the witch could still determine that it was the enemy.

"When are you going to do it?"

"Wait first, let me see the air elves I summoned." Salomon waited patiently, wanting to see whether the angels would attack them first or boys. Kama Taj's education made him habitually cautious. Facing a guy who suddenly appeared and could provide help, Salomon could hardly give his trust anyway. For an organization that often deals with creatures in the outer dimension, this level of suspicion is not too strange. Even when he first met the witch, Salomon had the intention to kill the witch. Even if the boy provided a passage to Mount Fenbowente, it would be difficult for Salomon to make a decision before figuring out the boy's identity and position.

For normal people, Salomon's behavior is a bit paranoid.

"My Lord! You cannot get close to the Holy Mountain!"

"Go away, you ugly monsters!" The boy surrounded by heavy hands took out the card and stared at the angel in front of him vigilantly. "Get out of the way, this is my last warning! I must go to Finbowent! Damn, what is that!" The boy jumped away quickly, and a golden sword passed through the angels' overlapping white wings, stabbing the boy where he was standing. The man wearing a golden mask appeared next to the spear, wrapped in a thick white robe. He lifted the tip of the gun inserted into the stone brick floor and pointed it at the boy who was retreating without saying a word.
Chapter completed!