Chapter 286: Mystic Mage's Tongue (Part 1)

"You came to me for the first time in so many years just to meet your mother?" Damon Helstrom lowered his eyes, not looking at his sister sitting across from him, "What made you suddenly become a good daughter?"

Damon pretended to bow his head to savor the food at the family restaurant, but in fact he wished he could get out of here now, the leather sofas made him uncomfortable. But he couldn't do that, and there was a reason why he agreed to his sister's invitation to meet.

He said: "I remember you selling those unknown antiques in San Francisco. Are you planning to enjoy your family when you have money? I suggest you find a boyfriend. If I remember correctly, you only care about yourself-I hope that poor guy can bear your temper."

"What about you, Damon?" Anna said with a sneer, "The ethics professor helps the church exorcise demons in his spare time? I didn't expect you to be so pious and not to hate your own abilities. My dear brother, do you get along well with your mother? Or do you think that devil is also good?"

"You said last time that you would never set foot in Portland again, what happened?"

"That's because I can't stand St. Teresa's fiddling head doctor! What's her name, Dr. Hastings? If she can keep her fat, moist lips away from me, I might be able to hear what she's saying! Oh? Psychological trauma, just with a few crayons? Maybe you shouldn't be mad at me, how does that say—'If he offends you seven times a day and comes back seven times and says I'm sorry, you should forgive him'—I'm ready to offend You, Damon."

"Dr. Hastings cares about you, and I care about you." Damon took a deep breath, and he put down the fork that he kept fiddling with. "Listen, Anna, I didn't come to argue with you. I didn't intend to make you angry. I really didn't. Forgive me, I have something happened in Santa Teresa's place these days, mother...or that devil. It instilled something into the minds of several nurses, and a guard died. Sorry, Anna, I really..."

Anna shrugged, showing a look of helplessness: "I know you didn't mean it, and you ordered a biscuit sandwich. It's just something I liked to eat when I was a child. My taste has changed now, but... Thank you for coming to see me, brother." The tense atmosphere between the siblings disappeared suddenly, and Damon seemed to relax a lot.

"Next time I will reply to your message." Anna looked at the vehicles passing by in the night outside the window, "You can send text messages during holidays, but I don't need them during normal times. I am very busy with work."

"Mother's situation is very bad, that devil has controlled her." After a pause, Damon raised his head and looked into his sister's eyes. The warm yellow light melted in her slender eyes, revealing a sense of nostalgia. He smelled the past again, the warm smell between family members before everything happened in the past, although it was rare, it was enough for him to miss.

"But we have expected this kind of thing, haven't we?" He asked in a low voice, his tone was much gentler than before, "Did you know something? To tell you the truth, something abnormal happened in my life. Before, I vaguely felt that someone was watching me. The devil left a certain symbol on the wall. Not a few days after this happened, I..."

"No, nothing happened to me." Anna frowned. She remembered Salomon's name for her, which was a name that didn't belong to her——Satana. Until now, Anna still has some doubts about Salomon, because the magician seems to know some very secret and important things, and Anna suspects that those things are related to her mother.

"I only came to you because I met someone," she said. "Maybe he has the ability to deal with that thing... God, Damon, look at your face. Do you think we are the only ones in this world who are gifted? Aliens have arrived in New York, billionaires and Asgardian gods are flying in the sky, and an old American idol who slept in ice for 70 years came back to life. Is there anything else that can't happen? Is it normal for a wizard to appear suddenly?"

Damon raised an eyebrow and nodded. He said, "I'm more inclined to think it's a superpower. Well, well, I ask you, do you trust that person?"

"There was some trust, I had contact with him. He was powerful, he could take me from America to Italy in a flash."

"I noticed, 'him'."

"It's not as complicated as you think, Damon." Anna couldn't help laughing, "He's still a minor. Although he's cute pretending to be an adult, I don't like boys younger than me. The reason why he came to me is because he had conflicts with that thing and he had to die."

"Then we might as well try." Damon said, "But you must promise me that I will accompany you all the way."

Anna agreed, thinking that Salomon would not refuse the offer.

"Oh my god, I can't imagine how bad it is here." Salomon stood beside Anna, trying to keep his voice down. In front of them was a gray pointed building that looked like a Quaker church, and the oppressive atmosphere could be felt from a distance.

"Why do you say that?" Anna looked at Salomon's clothes. This crimson holy relic cloth has always attracted Anna's attention, and she can't move her eyes away no matter what. She feels that there is some kind of magic in this dress. "Have you no other clothes?" she asked. "You have worn this dress when you met me."

"This is my robe, not a shirt." The mystic curled his lips. "By the way, the name here is Saint Teresa? It's named after a nun who can use her faith to make herself orgasm. It's not hard to imagine how stupid the people here are. Did I say stupid? Sorry, I should say pious. I often confuse the two, after all, they are essentially the same. In fact, Saint Teresa may be a born witch, because her talent was not properly guided and fell into madness.

In the past, girls like her could be educated in temples and become priests of the gods. Note that I am talking about the past before the first century AD. Later, such a girl either wandered crazily in the village, speaking prophecies that no one could understand, or was carried into the barn by several farmers and gave birth to a cub whose father was unknown;

Of course, the greater possibility is that Santa Teresa just ate black bread made from wheat with ergot fungus. We all know how common ergot was in the Middle Ages, maybe St Teresa was a woman on LSD for a long time, that kind of thing is as stupid as an apparition of Our Lady of Fatima. "

"But Bernini's sculpture is excellent." Anna rolled her eyes. It was the first time she had experienced the poisonous tongue of a mystic in religion. "Also, shouldn't you compare this kind of thing with the Salem witch trials?"

"That's right, Giovanni is indeed a master, he is the chief of Baroque art, but his late portraits lacked innovation. He went farther and farther in religious themes, and the signs of stylization are already obvious. Maybe it's because he became more devout in his later years." The mystic raised his eyebrows at Anna, and he tapped his toes, trying to shake off the mud spots on his short boots.

"Plus, what happened in Salem is real, I've been through it."

"I don't think we're here to discuss Renaissance art and the Puritans." A bearded man came out of the door, eyeing the mystic suspiciously up and down. "I'm Damon Helstrom." He held out his hand. "Welcome, Salomon Damonette, Anna told me about you. I'm beginning to believe in your identity, otherwise no one would wear so many rings. Oh, Anna..." He turned to his sister, "Dr. Hastings would love to see you."

"Hopefully she won't make me do crayon drawings this time."

"Black rappers also have a lot of rings, but that doesn't mean anything." Salomon shook Damon's hand. "You can watch my work process from the sidelines. Don't worry, I'm not the same as those priests who rely on exorcism to earn 4% of the total income of the Catholic Church."

"My ability can't work on that thing." Damon looked into Salomon's eyes, "I hope you can help her get rid of that thing."

"I hope so, too, because it's class time. I've taken time off, but if we move fast, I can still make it to the next class."

Is it a bit too vicious? I feel like I'm going to offend some people.