Marvel Magic Case Files.

Chapter 3 Magical (Physical) Theory

Ever since Salomon gained some magical abilities, the Sorcerer Supreme had him join the magical training program at Kamar-Taj.

It's important to understand that Kamar-Taj's magical system, which draws its power from otherworldly overlords, is equivalent to sorcerers, or magicians, within the Toril Crystal Wall system.

This is a legitimate magical profession. Besides basic magic fire spells, dimensional magic from the Vishanti lineage is also a required course for Kamar-Taj mages. Furthermore, the mystical texts collected by the Sorcerer Supreme from around the world allow apprentices who haven't yet successfully formed a pact to refine their life force and cast certain non-Vishanti magic spells.

Because Salomon has not yet signed a contract, and the Sorcerer Supreme does not want him to have any contact with Vishanti too early, and Salomon is still too young, as excessive refinement of life force would affect his development, he can only participate in another compulsory course taught by the Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj—martial arts.

The body is a vessel for magic; only a sufficiently powerful body can hold more magic and cast more spells—that's what the Venerable One said, and that's what everyone did.

Many spellcasters in Kamar-Taj have lived there for generations, so there are quite a few children of school age. Whether they grew up in Kamar-Taj or came from elsewhere to study, they all undergo martial arts training.

"This magic must be practiced from a young age, training the muscles and skin externally, and cultivating the breath internally. Only when you punch fast can your magic hit others, do you hear me! Yin-Yang stance, ready!" This Zhang-surname sorcerer from Hong Kong, who was in charge of the physical training at Kamar-Taj, would occasionally utter a few words of Cantonese while demonstrating his fist techniques, but it seemed that everyone except Salomon could understand him.

Not long after Salomon assumed his stance, the monk surnamed Zhang suddenly slapped Salomon on the back of the head. "Hey, stop posing! You little brat, you can't even box properly! Your backhand is weak, your forehand is poor, what are you doing practicing Bajiquan! Go away, go play somewhere else."

Salomon, feeling slighted, pouted and walked to the side.

"The Hong Kong Temple is all about physical skills, so you should just follow their instructions." Sometime later, the Ancient One, wearing sunglasses, sat down to the side, her authentic Hong Kong accent almost making Salomon's eyes pop out, but the Ancient One remained completely oblivious. Because no one but Salomon could see her, she had already activated her Mirror Dimension spell. "What, don't want to practice Bajiquan? Then go learn Wing Chun."

"Teacher, I don't understand your accent," Salomon replied with a black line on his face. His impression of Cantonese was only "meh ah" "meh ah", and he couldn't understand any other words.

"Tsk tsk tsk, young man, you have a lot to learn!" Master Gu Yi shook his head. "Tomorrow your senior brother will take you to become an apprentice."

"What are you going to study?"

"I've already told you, let's learn Wing Chun!"

The next day, the monk who took Salomon to become his apprentice was the son of a highly respected monk in Kamar-Taj, the monk Hamil. Salomon's senior apprentice had a round face and didn't seem to smile much, which made Salomon a little nervous.

"Thank you, senior, but..." Salomon shook his head at a poster on the street, because his senior was trying to give him a toy suitable for his age. "I don't like Captain America...yes, I don't like any superheroes. No Superman, no Batman, no toys, thank you."

In fact, this young sorcerer was also very nervous, entirely because his father had instructed him the night before to keep a close eye on Salomon and absolutely not let anything happen to him. Salomon was the Sorcerer Supreme's precious disciple—although, in theory, all the sorcerers in Kamar-Taj were disciples of the Ancient One, everyone's starting point was different, and a sorcerer who could cast magic independently was definitely a level above the others.

Although the Sorcerer Hamil did not understand what a saint was, the Sorcerer Supreme's regard for Salomon would not change, and in the eyes of some, Salomon was the next candidate for the Sorcerer Supreme.

So when Salomon's eyes were fixed on the stalls outside the Hong Kong Temple, Little Wang could only take out his meager worldly money to treat Salomon to a bowl of wonton noodles. Salomon picked up his chopsticks again without any awkwardness, and Little Wang didn't mind, because the food at Kamar-Taj was a hodgepodge, with dishes from all over the world.

"Senior brother, is our Kamar-Taj really that poor?" Salomon asked innocently, pointing to the odds and ends on Senior Brother Wang's body.

"It's not that Kamar-Taj is poor, it's that I'm poor." Little Wang rolled his eyes.

In fact, Kamar-Taj, having stood for a millennium, naturally possesses no shortage of connections in the secular world. Furthermore, Kamar-Taj has a business: attracting terminally ill patients for treatment. Although the Ancient One treated everyone equally, regardless of wealth or social status, there were always wealthy individuals seeking her services. The money and connections left behind by these people were a significant source of income for Kamar-Taj. In addition, the wealth left behind by those who combat dark creatures, such as vampires and dark wizards, naturally belonged to Kamar-Taj.

After all, sorcerers need to make a living too. It's said that the Ancient One also owns shares in several publicly traded companies. During the westward expansion of the United States, she bought land there, exchanging it for money and land in New York. Frankly speaking, Kamar-Taj and its white gloves are probably the largest landowners in New York—it's just that Kamar-Taj is known for its ascetic practices and doesn't need that much land.

After listening, Salomon asked, "Then why are you so poor, Senior Brother?"

Master Wang let out a long sigh, clutched his chest, and began to recount the past—his father, Master Hamil, had taken away all the living expenses allocated to him by Kamar-Taj, saying he wanted to save money to buy him a house when he got married.

"After all, not everyone lives in the temple," said the young monk Wang with a melancholy expression. But when he discovered that his father and Wu Guiyue of Coral Bay, the guardian of the Hong Kong temple, were spending his living expenses playing mahjong, he stopped believing monk Hamil's words. As for how Hamil could play mahjong without a hand, that was another matter entirely.

"Let's get this going, where are we going?" Salomon asked, eating his noodles.

"The place we're going to has only been openly accepting disciples for a few years. If it weren't for Kamar-Taj's connections with the Hongmen, I don't know if they would even accept a foreigner like you." Master Wang couldn't help but order himself a bowl of noodles. He said, "If it doesn't work out, you can learn Bajiquan properly in Kamar-Taj. The enemies in Kamar-Taj can't be defeated with that kind of refined martial art."

Salomon curled his lip in disdain.

He wasn't unaware of the Ancient One's intentions. She wanted Salomon to develop bonds in this world, to love it. That's why she told him the story of Jezebel and encouraged him to interact more with the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, letting him know the beauty of this world.

This wasn't exactly helpful. Although he adopted a "what will be, will be" attitude, as an adult, he had his own independent thoughts. While he did like this world—it was more interesting than his previous life—the interesting part was the magic, not anything else. He was a man who had dreamed of attending Hogwarts since childhood. As for the rest… he was an adult with his own worldview, always adhering to the principle of "I won't offend others unless they offend me." Even if the Ancient One called him a saint or something, Salomon would definitely refuse to be a hero.

He firmly believes that all problems in the world can be solved with two sentences: the first is "None of your business" and the second is "None of my business".

Of course, it can't be said that the Sorcerer Supreme was wrong to place his hopes on him. After all, there will always be foolish people in this world who will disturb others' peaceful lives. In that case, Salomon, who stands on the side of humanity, will have no choice but to fight to save humanity.

The Supreme Master had planned everything long ago.

It's not a wish-fulfillment story, it's not a wish-fulfillment story QAQ

(End of this chapter)