Chapter 739 Sharing Blood Debt (Part 1)

From a practical point of view, Alchemy Golem is Salomon's best product in recent years.

Somewhat different from the artificial man who is also a product of alchemy, the alchemy golem is loaded with the personification of Salomon. Compared with the high cost and precious materials of the artificial man, the alchemy golem is much cheaper, and the composition material is only ordinary ice and snow. The only valuable thing is the mechanical structure he installed on the alchemy golem, but that is also recyclable and can be taken out after the alchemy golem melts. If one day he doesn’t need to participate in rowing team or fencing team training, and doesn’t need to go to the laboratory to work, Alchemy Golem will replace him to help him solve the problem of too many courses—take his written articles to class and bring knowledge back from Oxford. Finally the alchemy golem will lie in the freezer, melted into raw materials, waiting to be cleaned and made into the next alchemy golem. Of course, sometimes some Oxford students would see two Salomons in the college. After all, the alchemy golem was only used to solve trivial matters, and the real learning required him to participate in person.

Salomon could also publish a tutorial called "How to Make an Alchemy Golem Using a Family Refrigerator" if any idle spellcaster set up a TV station. If he does go on TV, he believes that the show will be popular with magical housewives due to its approachable and affordable style. After all, taking care of children and doing housework are quite annoying in the wizarding world. Alchemy golems can solve most of the problems, even when beating children.

However, the troubles he faces cannot be solved by alchemy golems.

Athena and the Witch could see the golem shining with magical aura at a glance, so he couldn't use that thing to replace himself at the reception, let alone stuff champagne into the golem's mouth. Alchemy golems don't have stomachs, so most of what they swallow comes out of their mouths. He hated parties and artists, but he knew the party was set up to celebrate Vanessa's release from the hospital, so there would be less needless fanfare. Although the witches like any occasion where they can show their beauty, the banquet is not their favorite. They just can't refuse Athena. After all, she is his adoptive mother-this is what they said, but Salomon doesn't believe a word. Salomon suspects that the witches plan to buy a few paintings to hang on the walls of the manor at the banquet. After all, the walls of the manor are still empty, and the artworks that existed in the past have also been taken away by American soldiers stationed here during World War II.

Fortunately, witches are completely consistent with Salomon in their attitude towards modern art, and they are more willing to buy some Baroque or Gothic art. Salomon thinks it's their upbringing, and in their day, anyone who sticks bananas on the wall and claims it's art gets a few lashes.

"He's a member of the fencing team, and I'm sure he's the best." Athena, as always, regarded her adopted son as some kind of shining medal, and she seemed to want to wear him on her chest, and then swaggered past mediocre artists and ladies, blinding their eyes. Not surprisingly, before the protagonist of the banquet arrived, Flattery chased after the mystic again, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. The witches held back their laughter, they liked seeing Salomon helpless in front of Athena the most. It is conceivable that he must also help Athena get rid of blind suitors, some suitors are so fanatical, or the social status is so high that Salomon has to warn them with bullets. It's the same as the suitor of the warning witch, except that at this time, he prefers to use a repeating firearm.

Clean, fast, and would have been nice to have the standard flamethrower from the Immortal City.

The mystic smiled and put his arm around Beunita's slender waist.

The witch obviously didn't expect that she would be involved in this flattery meeting, but she quickly adapted to it. In any case, the confidence brought by height is unparalleled. She, Joan of Arc and Athena are the tallest women in the audience, even taller than those supermodels brought by the rich and proud. And Salomon is the tallest and strongest one, like a lion in a pride of lions, standing on a towering rock overlooking the flock of sheep.

The sides of Bayunita's black high-slit open-back dress are just a few tightly stretched laces, showing off the beautiful figure of the witch family without any scruples, and there is no fat under Salomon's palm. He had randomly selected this dress from countless pieces of clothing in the Witch's closet, and he was even surprised that the dress hadn't slipped off so far.

"Of course, my mother, I promise the Cambridge nerds will be blown away this year."

They had a hard time getting rid of the artists who wanted to chat, after all they were young enough, and their clothes and jewelry made them look like the kind of buyers who would buy absurd art. Artists need patrons, and so do many down-and-out artists. However, when they mentioned their works explicitly or implicitly, Salomon could always accurately point out whether and where those artworks had been exhibited. For some artists who tried to make up for it, the mystic, who was full of soft breath not long ago, suddenly became the most demanding collector in the world. He seems rather impatient and not easy to deceive, which makes many artists who have never met him run away like a wild boar chasing their ass.

"I'm satisfied with the dress you chose, my dear." Bayonetta covered her mouth with a champagne glass, and she bit the mystic's ear. "So did Joan, she asked me to thank you for her. Are you too impatient?"

"You actually carry a dagger?" the mystic mage whispered. He didn't expect Bayonetta to hide the dagger in the folds of the more fabric of the black dress, which was modeled after the Victorian era. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"I don't mind." Bayoneta raised the corners of her eyes provocatively. Her stilettos stomped silently on the expensive wool rug that covered the balcony. From the extremely sexy gown, Salomon knew that there was very little fabric under Bayonetta's gown.

"This is the hotel."

"So you're here! Minerva said you were making out with your girlfriend!"

"You brought your partner, Vanessa." Salomon had to turn his head. Out of politeness, he had to say hello to the protagonist of the banquet. His height, which is far beyond ordinary people, allows him to look down at the banquet and identify his identity through the top of his head. Vanessa was wearing a simple white evening dress, her complexion would not be too pale. Bayonetta greeted Vanessa at this time. They met in Athena's apartment before, and they seemed to have talked about some topics.

The mystic said, "Wilson Fisk doesn't seem to be suitable for this occasion."

"I have confidence in him." Vanessa, who had just been discharged from the hospital, looked a little ugly, but she still kept smiling.

"You still don't give up, try to find a backer for him." The mystic pointed out her little thoughts bluntly.

Without using mind reading, when he learned that this reception and charity auction was held by Athena for Vanessa, it took him less than a second to detect Vanessa's intentions. There are not only depressed and down-and-out artists here, but also the end-proletarian class in Salomon's eyes. Those guys are the most fanatical about the pursuit of art, especially those that others can't understand. After all, how is it possible to tell the difference between rich and poor if other people can still read it?

These people are all Vanessa's targets. If Wilson Fisk can serve some people, then the poor boy and criminal in Hell's Kitchen can be a very important white glove. Beunita still didn't understand the situation, until the mystic used a spell to tell her the name Wilson Fisk and the meaning behind it.

"I'm going to die from it anyway, so why don't I do something about it?"

"Although I understand your idea, I don't agree with it."

"Will you kill me?" Vanessa smiled wryly, observing the expression of the mystic through the rim of the goblet.

"You succeeded, and now you are also an accomplice." Salomon nodded. He pulled Beunita and walked in the other direction, expressing his attitude towards this matter with body language. The same goes for Bayonetta. Vanessa read their thoughts.

"I see. I won't complain about my own death. From now on, I will be part of his blood debt."

Ask for a ticket!