"I feel relieved to know that I will still be so romantic and affectionate in the future, Ms. Carter. Ten minutes after I leave, you will be in the chaos that the aging body should have. Please hurry up." Salomon stood up with a smile. Through the mouth of Peggy Carter, Salomon still peeked at some things he had experienced after entering the time travel in the future. However, even with the help of Salomon's magic, Paimon's aging brain still could not function as smoothly as a young man. From time to time, she would forget what she had said before, and then repeat it, like a stuck tape.

Aging is the most terrifying curse in the world. Magic can certainly relieve her symptoms, but it is not permanent. The magic to restore youth is extremely profound alchemy. Only the "First Honey Flower" in Salomon's hand is the first trial product of the so-called "Red Medicine Liquid" that can make Peggy Carter younger, but her lifespan cannot last until the "First Honey Flower" plays a role.

"Also, thank you for your honesty. In fact, I am also collecting my future identity after entering time travel and what role I play in human history. Currently, only Christopher Marlow is known. After all, an atheist who can burn Catholics is really in line with my opinion. The only disadvantage is that I have to study it last time. I didn't expect that I could get such an opportunity during World War II. It was so wonderful. If I could, I planned to burn some Puritans."

"Stop telling stupid jokes, you used to like to tell such cruel jokes." Peggy Carter's aging lungs exchanged gas before the help of the ventilator. Salomon's words really made her laugh, but her physical condition did not support laughing. However, Salomon was not telling jokes. "Ten minutes are enough. Goodbye in the future, Salomon Damonet."

"Goodbye in the future, respected Ms. Carter." Salomon opened the bedroom and greeted the medical staff who were anxious to kick the door. Most of these medical staff were agents of S.H.E.L.D., and after the Hydra rebellion, they were not held accountable for Peggy Carter's protection. After all, both MI6 and the US intelligence system had been favored by Peggy Carter. He took a last look at Peggy Carter lying on the hospital bed - death had spread its wings to cover the legendary agent. In the eyes of the secret method, she was completely covered by huge black wings. Even he could not help Peggy Carter escape death. Even if he could do it, the price he had to pay was extremely heavy. Salomon turned around and left without looking back, not disturbing anyone.

Including the white-haired old man sitting on the bench at the door of the small house.

"You are dressed in mourning clothes, and I hope you will not have another 'distant relative' who died of death, Mr. Damonnet."

"Pandragon. If you respect me so much, please call me my full name, Salomon Messiah Damonette Pandragon, this is the name changed for me by my teacher, meaning the peaceful reign of the anointed Pandragon, which is a wonderful wish. I know you want to laugh, but I don't mind." The Secret Mage reached a black taxi to Baker Street. After ringing the doorbell, he immediately encountered the warm welcome of Mrs. Hudson, who stuffed six freshly baked biscuits into his stomach and a

He was able to step onto the stairs leading to Sherlock Holmes' room after a cup of hot tea. Facing the secret wizard sitting in a soft chair, Sherlock Holmes had no good face - not only because the last time Salomon tricked him, but also because he did not clean up dirty footprints when he left Baker Street. It took Sherlock Holmes and Watson about an hour to clean up his blood and mud-stained boot marks, otherwise Mrs. Hudson would have seen that scene after getting up and seeing it would have been a heart attack.

"Maybe you forgot, you called me, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Thank you, Watson, if you weren't there, Sherlock Holmes might have forgotten even the most basic hospitality ceremony."

"Tell him, Sherlock." Watson rubbed his hands and patted his thighs and sat on another soft chair, "Or say me?"

Sherlock Holmes stretched out his hand and signaled Watson to be responsible for the explanation and summary of the previous situation.

"It's so, we encountered an extremely strange case." Watson licked his lips, "so weird that Sherlock even began to think about the possibility of magic."

"I don't believe in magic. In my opinion, you and your Kama Taj are just high-tech sects. Maybe the monsters in the sewer are all genetic mutation experiments produced by your organization." Sherlock Holmes suddenly interrupted Watson, "The tricks, psychedelic drugs, and so on are just like the alchemists of the past. So this is just a consultation, not a help."

"Whatever you think, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I admire people who see the world rationally." Salomon nodded in praise, "The last time I had something to do, I couldn't let you experience magic, but I believe we still have time after listening to Mr. Watson's description. Please continue."

Watson, who was disrupted, didn't know what to say. "Anyway, there was a criminal... a criminal with a title has come back to life." He said, "Although the criminal was detained alone, he was stabbed to death by a sharp toothbrush handle in prison. However, on the third day after the burial, his grave was dug open. A witness saw the criminal leaving the cemetery in the burial clothes. The police blocked the scene and the intelligence department also participated, otherwise the headlines of major newspapers would be like this. We want to know..."

"Is there any magic involved?" Salomon raised his eyebrows. "As far as I know, no. I guess the reason why the criminal with the title failed to enter the newspaper and was not widely publicized by the media was because the case he involved was related to young girls, and to Epstein, and to the British royal family. A pedophile, such a person would despise even the most disgusting prisoner in prison."

"How can you be so sure?" Sherlock Holmes strode past the window to the soft chair where Salomon was sitting. "You haven't even been to the scene or read the file!"

"Because we have monitoring means, non-physical monitoring means. I mean, magic." Salomon deliberately bit the accent at the end of the sentence, "The magic is measured by monitoring the etheric wave, with a precise structure and stable structure. It has been as accurate as ever since the birth of human civilization. The observable objects even include the observable and the unobservable universe. If it is the black magic of the resurrection of the living dead, the Ago Motorcycle Crystal Ball can be detected; if it is resurrected, it does not even need the Ago Motorcycle Crystal Ball. That level of etheric wave can be perceived by the most dullest apprentice in the London Sanctuary. By the way, I can do both. As for why I can infer the case committed by the prisoner - Prince Andrew's evidence of guilt. Complete, clear, even the stupidest judge can use to convict. Guess where I found it?"

"MI6?" Watson asked.

"The CIA and the KGB, don't forget to share British and American intelligence."

"In fact, Watson insisted on inviting you. I always thought that there was no unexplainable magic in this case, but only unsolved mysteries." Sherlock Holmes immediately turned around and walked away, "As for your sect, I'm not interested."

“He has studied most of the hermitages in history, just half a month after you left,” Watson added. “He still thinks your sect is exactly the same as those Christian hermitages in Holy Marriage, but he has mastered high technology.”
Chapter completed!