Marvel Magic Case Files.

Chapter 14 sparks an investigation (Seeking investment!)

The Sorcerer Supreme did not use the Eye of Agamotto to rewind time and save Salomon's life, something many people disapproved of. There were many stubborn individuals in Kamar-Taj who believed that using the Eye of Agamotto would disrupt normal time. However, they did have some merit to their argument, and the Sorcerer Supreme also believed that rewinding Salomon's time could potentially cause his pact with the Vishanti to be broken.

Therefore, the Venerable One used white magic from the Book of Vishanti to help him heal himself. This magic consumed Salomon's own life force, which is why Salomon felt weak upon awakening. This aftereffect was not unbearable; to make a severely burned person appear as if reborn is something modern medicine cannot achieve. Skin recovery alone requires an extremely long and painful treatment, yet Salomon, who received the magical healing, felt no discomfort.

It's important to understand that when the Sorcerer Supreme brought Salomon back, every inch of his skin was carbonized, and the flesh beneath was almost cooked through. If the Sorcerer Supreme hadn't acted swiftly, Salomon could have died at any moment. However, this treatment relied on Salomon's own strong vitality. Fortunately, Salomon's body had already been strengthened by positive energy, and he only needed a few days of rest to recover. Moreover, his long, curly hair, which he had lost, had grown back, albeit a little short. Salomon was quite satisfied with this; he simply couldn't bear the thought of his hair being only as long as a fingernail—it was worse than death for him.

When Salomon was finally able to get up and eat, he took the opportunity to see the charred black shells he had shed after his treatment. In fact, the Venerable One had treated him like peeling chestnuts, removing him from those black shells. His new skin was so delicate; not only had it lost the calluses from his previous martial arts training, but his facial skin had also become fair and smooth again. This made him a target for the female sorcerers in Kamar-Taj, who would pinch his face twice before stopping.

"Sigh..." Salomon sat in his room, dipping his quill in ink and drawing scrolls on parchment. Salomon believed that a large part of the failure of this operation was due to his failure to bring all the necessary scrolls. If he hadn't had two "Protection Against Good and Evil" scrolls with him, his and the Little King's fate would have been far worse. Those possessed by evil spirits rarely had a good end, and if they had been possessed, they wouldn't have even had a chance to be rescued by the Sorcerer Supreme.

As instructed by the Supreme Master, he needed to rest for many more days before he could move normally. Master Zhang, who taught Bajiquan, also didn't want to see Salomon looking so weak and helpless, so he didn't need to attend the self-defense course. To this day, Master Zhang still believed that Salomon was attacked by the dark wizard because he didn't study self-defense properly.

Therefore, Salomon became a negative example in self-defense classes.

The excuse of being "attacked by a dark wizard" almost fooled everyone; apart from the Venerable One and Little King Mage, no one knew the truth. As for that dark wizard? Since the Venerable One intervened, he must be dead; his soul wouldn't even be able to go to hell.

Salomon put down his quill and raised his hand to examine the three rings on his right fingers. A sapphire ring on his index finger, an orange sapphire ring on his middle finger, and a pink diamond ring on his ring finger. The rings were spotless, without any signs of burning, and the gems shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. Although they appeared extremely expensive, they were no different from ordinary rings, unrelated to magic, and devoid of any magical aura. No one could have imagined that these rings could control the magic of Vishanti.

He carefully tried to remove the rings, but found that they not only adapted to his fingers automatically, but also clung to them. Salomon gradually increased his strength, but eventually found that he could not tear the three rings off at all.

Salomon sighed.

Well, now these rings are clinging to him like drunken scoundrels. In his understanding of sorcerers, this signifies a contract is formed, allowing him to openly use Vishanti's magic. Whatever Vishanti's motives, Salomon can only patiently await Vishanti's arrangements. However, his contract is much looser than those of others in Kamar-Taj, and dissolving it is incredibly easy, giving him the right to refuse, provided he removes the rings. Moreover, for him, the benefits of wearing the rings extend beyond simply having access to a large amount of Vishanti's magic; he also gains initial control over the Stigmata.

But thinking about it all now is pointless. Salomon sighed again, picked up his ruler and protractor, and continued drawing scrolls. For him, adding more spellbooks and scrolls was the priority.

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The events in the town of Salem naturally attracted the attention of certain agencies, who arrived promptly to handle this paranormal phenomenon. Because the affected area was neither too large nor too small, and it was located in the suburbs, the incident wasn't serious enough to require reporting to the World Security Council. However, due to protests from Salem's senators, S.H.I.E.L.D. dispatched an experienced agent to handle the matter.

"Mutants? Terrorist attack? Or an accident?" Coulson, dressed in a black suit, took the tablet from his colleague. He removed his sunglasses, glanced at it, then handed it back to his colleague. He looked at the staff at the testing site. "Anything else you found?"

“Nothing.” Sylvie shook her bald head. “However, according to the Salem police report, Salem Senator Ricky White was robbed that day. It’s said that someone used a flashbang at the scene and then snatched a ring with a pink gemstone from the senator’s finger. But we can’t be sure if the robber is related to this mutant.”

"No tinnitus, it wasn't a stun grenade, maybe a homemade flashbang. Where are the witnesses?" Coulson sighed. He was prepared to face an out-of-control mutant, and he had brought light weapons with him to Salem. Since Melinda's experience on Balin Island, she had switched to an office job. If Melinda were here, Coulson would feel more at ease. Facing a mutant, the sense of security these weapons provided was far less than the sense of security Melinda gave him by his side.

"No, after the sudden bright light, Senator Ricky White found himself robbed. The only useful information we extracted from him was the bruise on his wrist." Sylvester adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "We could have used that to deduce the attacker's height and weight. However, most of the people present were arrested by the police, and we haven't been able to find anyone who fits the description."

"The real robbers have certainly fled the scene. We're not here to find robbers for the senators, nor are we looking for beggars, gamblers, or drunks. Our purpose is to investigate paranormal events. The local police can handle the robbery investigation. If the local police hadn't failed to find the bomb debris, they wouldn't have come looking for us. No terrorist attack would be specifically carried out in the suburbs. However..."

Coulson stepped on the asphalt beneath his feet. Before him, the asphalt on the road had completely melted. The high temperature had spread in an arc, with varying degrees of melting depending on the distance from the center. The asphalt closest to Coulson was only slightly raised, while the central portion showed signs of having been completely melted into a liquid. For an experienced agent, such a scene provided ample evidence for investigation. Coulson hadn't expected to find any clues from the surveillance footage.

He pointed to the ground in front of him and said, "There's a footprint here leading to the very center. We can easily deduce the physical information of the person who left this footprint. Once the trace evidence examination results are in, we can compare this information with the robber. I have a feeling that they are very likely the same person. And his companion, the one at the center of the high temperature, is very likely the mutant we're looking for. But the problem is, we haven't seen the footprint that came out. Maybe the person who left this footprint is also a mutant."

"You mean, he can fly?"

"Achoo—"

"Achoo—"

Little Wang, who was enjoying a meal at the Hong Kong Temple, and Salomon were completely unaware that S.H.I.E.L.D. had already investigated them.

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