Marvel Magic Case Files.

Chapter 91 The End of Negotiations and Lunch

"You mean, you want to monitor me?" Nick Fury pushed the contract back. "Then who will monitor you? Even S.H.I.E.L.D. has the World Security Council to monitor them, so what about Kamar-Taj? What about the Sorcerer Supreme? And why did you say I'd go to hell?"

"This contract isn't about control, it's about restriction—restricting both of us. It's not some devil's contract, it's the Vishanti contract," Salomon said. "It seems you don't understand your place, Nick Fury. You try to compare your position to the Sorcerer Supreme, but the two are worlds apart. I've already told you, the Sorcerer Supreme sits on a throne; there's no one on Earth higher in rank than him. And those higher beings—I have no right to reveal their names to you; only a very few know them. If you insist on bringing Kamar-Taj under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control, then I can only consider it rebellion and eliminate you. As for why you'll go to hell? See which of the Ten Commandments this line of work violates."

This was Nick Fury's test. As the king of spies, every word he uttered was a trap. But Salomon not only avoided the trap this time, but also issued a warning. "You haven't given me a reason to sign the contract, and the terms aren't appropriate." Nick Fury sat relaxed in his office chair, as if his test hadn't failed and that he had never said those things. "I have no intention of bringing Kamar-Taj under my control. It's better to leave professional matters to professionals."

"I'm glad you had that idea." Salomon twitched his fingers, muttering an indistinct incantation, and the rapier that had been at his feet jumped back into his hand. He chanted another incantation, transforming the rapier into a silver staff. Nick Fury narrowed his eyes—was this an illusion? Or a transformation? But either way, both spells could help the casters evade the cameras.

"This is just a temporary illusion. I can't exactly carry around a rapier, can I?" Phoenix chirped. Upon hearing this sweet melody, Nick Fury's movements slowed considerably. He could only watch helplessly as Salomon approached him with the rapier. "I've always felt that words alone aren't enough to impress you, so I've decided to let you experience the madness of the magical world for yourself."

What wasn't said was, "If you still don't accept it, then we'll just have to brainwash you into an idiot." Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't an essential organization, and the capable Maria Hill can handle the job—maybe, who cares?

Nick Fury felt Salomon press a finger to his forehead, then pull him up and push him toward a large, swirling, sparking doorway. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large bird engulfed in golden-red flames fly out as well, soaring straight into the sky. Salomon pushed him onto a narrow street paved with black stone bricks. It had just rained, and the bricks were still damp, but the air was fresh, which cleared Nick Fury's somewhat muddled mind.

But he changed his mind after he looked up.

"This is an illusion!" Nick Fury thought. This must be an illusion! Yes, I'm feeling dizzy. This is a wizard's trick; these disgusting creatures swarming the streets are just a sorcerer's illusion! Those slimy, writhing reptiles don't exist! This is the real world, a cramped, cold, three-dimensional world, a world made of precise, ruthless mathematics, a world made of tiny, almost infinitely divisible particles, not made of these crazy, non-existent creatures! These unseen things don't exist! These things don't exist!

He widened his bloodshot eyes, trying to take in everything on the street. No, don't even think about it! I'm a secret agent! I've seen aliens, I've seen space fleets! Don't try to drive me crazy with this stuff! I know how incredible this world is, but not this! Quick, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?! Don't create these illusions!

Suddenly, someone shoved him from behind. Nick Fury stumbled forward, lunging at an old man and grabbing the huge, slimy, black creature dragging behind him. This creature had no limbs, only a few weak, powerless tentacles extending from its body, and a massive, spiked maw, like some kind of mollusk. Nick Fury could feel the creature's slimy surface and cold body temperature. Before he could completely deny its existence, the creature opened its maw and swallowed him whole.

"What's your view of the world?" Salomon asked, walking beside the old man. "Don't you think some change is a good thing?"

"Who cares?" The bespectacled old man looked at Salomon and said, "A little change is always a good thing; it's time for a new story to unfold."

"So, you don't mind the changes I've brought about?" Salomon asked.

"Just don't go without the Bryson's beer," the old man muttered. "And the meatballs, it would be such a shame if all those delicious things disappeared."

"I will try my best, sir." The young mage raised his rapier (which resembled a cane), bowed, and stood there watching the old man push his bicycle and disappear around the corner. He hadn't expected to encounter this big shot, but fortunately, the old man didn't seem to care about his presence, which was a good thing.

Salomon glanced back at the enormous black worm crouching in the middle of the street, its belly bulging as if something was still moving inside. The arcane mage walked over, stabbed the worm to death with his rapier, then ripped open its belly, and Nick Fury, covered in digestive fluids, rolled out.

As soon as he emerged, he collapsed to the ground, vomiting incessantly, drawing curious glances from passersby. In truth, before Salomon rescued him, those who couldn't see the black worms only saw a strangely posed black man in a black leather jacket struggling on his hands and feet; they initially mistook it for some kind of farce. Salomon, the neatly dressed young gentleman with his cane, garnered many smiles, and before leaving the office, he didn't forget to take his small cape.

Nick Fury wiped away the vomit and scrambled to his feet. "Where are we?" he asked. "Is this some kind of trick?"

He accepted it quickly; after all, anyone who was swallowed by a giant black worm would quickly accept the existence of such a creature.

"We're in Amsterdam." Salomon covered his nose to avoid inhaling the nauseating stench. "The thing that swallowed you was a spirit leech. Don't worry, it's not too harmful. It just absorbs happiness, and whoever encounters it will kill it. It's just the weakest enemy in the magical world. Now do you still think ordinary weapons will be of any use to it?"

Nick Fury glanced at his phone; in the mirror dimension, he could see the time. He also silently counted his heartbeats, and although somewhat inaccurate, Salomon hadn't even spent a few seconds traveling from New York to Amsterdam. "Your portals can travel this far?" he asked Salomon, abandoning the idea of ​​calling for backup. "Is it the same for you from London to New York?"

"Yes, but I opened the portal to another dimension, which is why no one noticed me. And because I wasn't familiar with the Tri-Wing Tower, I wandered around SHIELD headquarters for ages before finally finding your office." Salomon snapped his fingers and turned to leave. The sticky digestive fluids on Nick Fury's body disappeared, his leather jacket became clean and crisp, and he canceled the spell that could reveal anomalies—after all, those things were truly disgusting.

"That's a pretty good trick." Nick Fury raised an eyebrow, quickened his pace, and caught up to ask, "Which floors did you go to?"

"I don't remember," Salomon replied. He seemed completely unconcerned about Nick Fury's potential for any extreme actions. Indeed, Nick Fury no longer cared what Salomon had seen at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters; his true trump card was known only to him, and Captain Marvel was merely one of his many.

"Aren't you afraid that S.H.I.E.L.D. and Kamar-Taj will go to war?" Nick Fury asked.

"You won't find us unless you stop me on my way to school like you did today. Even a nuclear bomb can't do anything to a mage, that's the truth," Salomon said. "Other mages aren't so carefree; only I need to go to school. But there's nothing I can do about it. The Venerable One is not only my teacher but also the greatest mage in the universe, and I must obey his orders."

"So, you're the Sorcerer Supreme's most valued disciple, and you're capable of negotiating cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D.? Judging from your words, it seems there are sorcerers on other planets as well."

"No, I don't have that authority, and Kamar-Taj will never cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D., it's impossible, unless you can provide intelligence on dark magic creatures—after all, Kamar-Taj has limited information sources in the secular world, it's impossible to find werewolves and vampires the moment they appear, that's not the function of the planetary defense system," Salomon said. "Also, sorcerers are all over the universe, other planets naturally have sorcerers too, even the Skrulls have their own sorcerers. If you're interested, I can even take you around, and by the way tell you a little secret—the Skrulls originated on Earth."

"Let's put that aside for now, there's another question," Nick Fury asked. "Why Amsterdam? Are you here to introduce me to someone?"

"Why would you think that?" Salomon stopped and looked up, puzzled. "This is Amsterdam, nothing more."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Nick Fury's eyes widened as well.

"Come grab something to eat. I was craving fries, and what's wrong with coming to Amsterdam for fries? They're the best fries in the world." Salomon walked over to a shop on the street, ordered, and gestured for Nick Fury to pay. "One for you, one for me, and one without sauce."

"Who's the last one for?" Nick Fury asked, holding his own serving of fries. "So, he's here to meet someone?"

"No." Salomon casually tossed down a fry, fed a few pigeons, and then held up the unsalted fry. Instantly, flames appeared and disappeared out of thin air, and the fry in Salomon's hand, along with the cone-shaped box, vanished. He said, "This is for Phoenix. I'm worried that salt will cause it to lose its feathers."

"A phoenix? Is that your pet?"

"No, that is... my subject."

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