Chapter 317 Norse Mythology Foundation (Second Change)

Writing letters is the best way of communication, which has always been Salomon's concept. When communicating with each other, the language people use will unconsciously become serious. This is completely different from speaking on the Internet, because the recipient knows the address of the sender. If you talk nonsense, there is no guarantee that the other party will come to discuss it.

It is Salomon's eternal wish to beat up all the goofs on the Internet, and now artificial intelligence can help him do this, but he doesn't spend time doing this boring thing, because he is going to take an exam soon. For this exam, he made a lot of preparations, and a lot of time that should have been spent on learning spells was also used by him to review science courses. His adoptive mother set a time limit for his review out of simple wishes, and even asked the witch to supervise him.

Similarly, Salomon did a lot of things in private because of his adolescent rebellious psychology. His ability to hide things under the books is superb, and the only person who noticed his little tricks was Darcy, who had the same tutor as him. Since Saul hadn’t been coming to Earth recently, Jane Foster’s temper was getting more and more irritable.

Boys have three eternal hobbies, dragons, robots and beautiful girls, and Salomon is no exception. Some small magical machines he made are both beautiful and practical. For example, the little mechanical spider that can mend wounds and pick locks, the charmander that spits fire-roasted marshmallows and popcorn, and the wool felt cat that is no more than two fingers wide and has no use for anything but meowing. Darcy loves these little things.

And the most important thing is a spell material he prepared for his trip to Asgard. It was a small hammer made of clay. Under Salomon's dexterous hands, the pattern on the surface of this small thing was indistinguishable from Thor's Hammer of Thor. He also engraved many tiny words inside the hollow clay hammer. Those small words were prayers praising the Aesir, all written in runes.

What Hecate mentioned about the power of faith gave Salomon some inspiration.

Since Asgard is the carrier of belief, as the iconic weapon of the next king, Thor's hammer is undoubtedly a part of Asgard's belief. Therefore, Salomon decided to make the material of the three-ring spell [Arcane Hammer] into the shape of Thor's Hammer, and tried to use the idol theory to endow this spell with power that it should not have.

Simply put, he stole the power of Asgard's faith, and since the carrier is a small mud hammer, no one has to pay the price. The supreme mage is very satisfied with the whimsy of his disciples—the source of power is not only the magical entities of the inner and outer dimensions, but Asgard is also a good source. If Salomon brings this small mud hammer to Asgard for a period of time, the power of this spell may become even stronger, until it is exactly the same as the hammer thrown by Thor. As long as Salomon does not use it with much fanfare, even Odin will not notice the abnormality of this spell. At most, the father of the gods thinks that this magic is based on the rune rune Thurisaz (the hammer of Thor).

There are many similar spells on Earth, but most of them are based on the magic created by church legends, such as St. George's dragon slaying, hymn, Longinus' spear and shroud. However, due to various reasons, the effects of these spells gradually weakened until they were powerless.

Therefore, after the advent of Thor, Salomon chose to use Nordic mythology as the basis to enhance his spells, and plundered the belief of the Asgardian gods on the earth invisibly.

In order to reward this progress, the Supreme Mage specially helped Salomon play a cover. When Athena asked where he was, the Supreme Master never mentioned Salomon's participation in the school girl idol concert, only saying that Salomon was attending extracurricular tutoring. Of course, this matter was not hidden from Athena in the end, she knew her adopted son too well. When Salomon excitedly opened the portal and returned to the apartment, he found Athena and Beunita sitting leisurely on the sofa, waiting for him to throw himself into the trap—he was captured by Athena for spear training before he even had time to drop the LED light stick in his hand.

Bayonetta waited for him to come home after training and continued her "sweet punishment".

"Boss!" Maya Hansen broke into Salomon's study drowsily with her messy hair. In the office belonging to Salomon in the Immortal City, only Maya Hansen could push the door open without worrying about being counterattacked by magic. She could also read all the books in the bookcase without applying for it. This is the special treatment given to her by the mystic.

"Ready to send out, Boss!" Maya Hansen rubbed her eyes, her whole body was filled with the pungent smell of formalin and anger. Not long ago, she was making internal organ specimens of black magic creatures and classifying those organs. This is a very important job, and it plays an extremely critical role in sorting out the ecology of black magic creatures. She looks very irritable now as she has to work quickly to keep her organs from rotting.

"Are you still playing with mud?" She pointed to a row of small clay hammers neatly placed on the table, and said with some dissatisfaction, "The exam time is coming soon! Don't be idle anymore, you will be a college student soon!"

"This is the progress of magic, Ms. Hansen. Have you read the occult books I want you to learn?" Salomon rolled his eyes, "Aren't you very happy to use the little guy I gave you? Why are you not doing your job now?"

Salomon refers to a group of mechanical spiders with slender feet, which can dissect and suture the target under the instructions of Maya Hansen, so as to avoid accidental infection when she is working. However, this did not improve the attitude of his subordinates—"I have work to do!" Ms. Hanson began to complain, "I'm busy! I don't have time! You didn't pay me to remind you of the exam time!"

"When are you going to get another researcher?"

"Should I send out a job advertisement and recruit some fresh graduates to be my assistants? I'm fed up with the preparation of reagents and the disposal of biological waste by myself! What, keep it secret? Can your robot help me? Or you can ask those druids to help me. Anyway, if you let them plant trees, they can't grow any results. They gather together and don't know what to do!"

"Boss, when will you catch some black magic creatures for me again? I'm running out of experimental materials! The effect of mutant alchemy potions on black magic creatures has not yet been concluded, and I need more experiments. By the way, regarding the publication of papers, I have an editor-in-chief I know, and I can publish my results in biology under a different name..."

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