Chapter 85 Passing By

Lorna's parents are completely ordinary people without any special genes and superpowers, but the little girl in Salomon's arms has extraordinary abilities due to a genetic mutation. According to the results of Athena's physical examination of these children, the gene mutations in their bodies sometimes disappear, which also makes their superpowers extremely unstable, but after a certain period of time, this mutation will completely disappear.

Salomon believes that this is the result of multiple realities caused by the interference of parallel worlds. Before that, he had always had a question, that is, where did the mutants go? Now he probably understands that mutants do not exist in this world at all, and the parallel world peers of the children adopted by Athena are probably mutants. If not, the origin of these genetic mutations and superpowers cannot be explained.

Especially Lorna Dayne, Salomon knew her name, because in another world her nickname was "Polaris". Now that she has no superpowers, this is a good thing, at least she can live her life safely under the care of Athena. Of course, mutants that appear due to relatively stable interference results are not ruled out, provided that such mutants are extremely powerful—such as the Scarlet Witch. After realizing that this was the result of the interference of the parallel world, these children also became the objects of Salomon's observation, which enriched Salomon's life a lot.

At least he can mentally stay away from his classmates with colorful parasites on their heads.

Now Salomon's day-to-day itinerary is as follows: after breakfast in the morning, put on the common clothes selected by the supreme mage (the fashion taste is very good), and be sent to school in London by Casilios; after school at three o'clock in the afternoon, go to Athena's Take an art course in the apartment, and then go to see those children; go to the apartment shared by Bayonetta and Joan of Arc to have dinner (by the way), and start magic learning after dinner; wear it before going to bed Put on his little sheep pajamas, go to the dark dimension to meet Dormammu, and say good night to him, although Dormammu is very manic every time, but Salomon still forgives him.

After Jubilus was completely wiped out, those angels rarely visited the earth, and even if they came, they were only small roles. This gave Beiunita and Joan a lot of free time. Joan found a job as an elementary school teacher in New York, and Beiunita became a nominal nun of the Lagnar Order on the verge of bankruptcy. affairs. When the witches were free, Salomon's only chance to go out was also lost. The Supreme Mage seemed to have counted on this opportunity and ordered Salomon to go to school to get a good grade. As for Karma Taj's other businesses, His Holiness does not want Salomon involved for the time being.

In such an unremarkable (referring to Salomon began to greet those extra-dimensional bacteria and named them) campus life for nearly a year, Salomon studied and took exams just like ordinary peers. , but the influence of the magical world still seeps into every aspect of his life. For example, his thinking speed is much faster than most people, and his grades are even exaggeratedly excellent, which made him eligible to participate in the EU National Young Scientist Competition.

That's right, science competition, science and magic are not incompatible, the level of magic technology in the inner sea world is extremely developed, and power armor is the pinnacle of personal protection technology. Although these technological products are driven by magic power, this does not prevent Salomon from copying them and using batteries to drive them, because Salomon, who obtained one of the memories, recalled them after a little review. Part of the knowledge of a tech mage.

In order to fulfill the Supreme Master's order, Salomon reluctantly made a useless gadget: a chemical analyzer. This instrument is a handheld device with a retractable stick and a suction nozzle at the other end, which can be used to quickly identify synthetic drugs, poisons, and chemicals with high accuracy.

In the hands of someone with professional knowledge, this can be a very useful tool, but it is useless for analyzing magic potions, so Salomon said it is useless.

But this thing was well received by professionals, and the technology that no one could analyze allowed Salomon to win an award. When taking a group photo, Salomon smiled reluctantly, because he really didn't like the way those capitalists pointed at him, which reminded him of the days when he was a lamb under the financial butcher's knife. And Tony Stark, who became Iron Man, seemed to be very concerned about these future scientists during this time, and he also became one of the judges in this competition.

"Good idea, Mr. Damonette." In the single lounge, the billionaire approached Salomon. This was the first communication between Salomon and Tony Stark. But to Tony Stark's surprise, Salomon was not very excited after seeing his arrival, but he didn't care too much.

He shook the analytical instrument in his hand, and said to himself, "I have tried to disassemble this thing, but I have never seen this kind of technology. You did it all by yourself? You wear so many rings Can you still do something like this?"

"It's just an inconspicuous little thing. It's useless. It's far from your achievement." Salomon said, "As for the rings. Yes, I wore these rings to complete this little thing, It's not difficult"

Salomon is telling the truth. Tony Stark's Iron Armor has many black technologies that far exceed the current level of human technology. Whether it is the electric propulsion system or the shock absorption design of the Iron Armor, it is extremely good, and Tony Stark Stark has miniaturized these technologies and placed them in his armor, which is quite an achievement.

Salomon's praise seemed to make Tony Stark feel better, but the impatience on his face still lingered.

"What about the cost?" He seemed to suppress his emotions, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Fifty pounds of gold." Salomon replied without looking up while packing his things. He knew that Tony Stark was irritable because of something, but Salomon didn't show any interest in his palladium poisoning. After all, he would always solve this problem himself, and Salomon didn't need to worry about it at all.

"Gold? Your unit of measurement is really old. But I think that if it is mass-produced, the cost should be reduced soon. This is something that can be put on the market immediately." Tony Stark blinked, " You're going to high school next, do you want to go to any college? Are you interested in graduating from college..."

"No, Mr. Stark." Salomon picked up his backpack and walked out of the lounge. "As I said, this is just a gadget, just a product of my whim."

"But you can do better, can't you?" Tony Stark said, "Your achievements are a little worse than when I was the same age, and you can do better and more in the Stark Group. The future of the world needs scientists like you."

"I don't think you understand what I mean, Mr. Stark." Salomon turned his head and said blankly, "Science is just my research on a whim. I have no interest in advancing human technology. It's just because of my teacher's request, and you don't lack a few researchers."

"I can give you a patent!"

"Give it to you." Salomon said, "I don't care."

"It's the first time I've seen someone weirder than me." Tony Stark muttered, watching Salomon walk out of the lounge. Salomon hadn't gone far when he saw a red-haired woman in professional attire walking from the other side of the passage. The mystic seemed to not notice her at all, and he didn't even shift his eyes to her, and went straight to her Passed by.

This is Natasha Romanov, she is a spy placed by S.H.I.E.L.D. beside Tony Stark. One of the tasks is to monitor Tony Stark's health and conduct a psychological assessment. Salomon didn't want to draw S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention, so he avoided her on purpose.

Natasha Romanov turned her head in doubt, looking at Salomon's back. Before that, she hastily read the profile of this person, Salomon Damonette, born on Christmas Day, with unknown parents, and the guardian is a widower (referring to Casilios), but there is evidence that this The lives of a widower and Salomon Damonette do not intersect. Due to the suspicious background information, she rushed over immediately after learning that Stark had met with this person alone, but Salomon's performance deepened her doubts.

After all, Salomon had never received anti-reconnaissance training, which made his movements and expressions appear to be too forceful and extremely unnatural—an adolescent boy didn't even move his eyes after seeing a beautiful woman. This can only show that such a young man is either shy, or he knows her and doesn't want to attract her attention. And Natasha never saw Salomon blushing, so there is only the second possibility.

But she still kept her doubts in her heart for the time being. The most important thing now is to confirm the situation of Tony Stark. When she is free, she can access the information network of S.H.I.E.L.D. and personally investigate Salomon Damonette .

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"Are you serious?" Salomon asked suspiciously, "Study at Eton College? Do you still plan to let me go to Oxford in the future? Do you want me to be a civil servant in Whitehall in the future?"

"Actually, His Holiness doesn't mind your choice of future." Modu said, "As long as you don't reveal the secrets of magic, you can do whatever you want. I think going to school will help you improve your mind, anyway, as long as you You don’t need to work after graduation.”

"Then I really thank you, Mordo." Salomon said, "Full-time school, what the hell. I can't even learn magic there. How can I still read magic books in ordinary people's dormitories? You know, my magic level has improved by leaps and bounds recently, and I have endured the days when I can only use some small tricks for several years, you can't interrupt my progress like this."

"But His Holiness wants you to go to a good school." Said Casilios sitting on the side, "I don't know why, His Holiness seems to be very happy that you can beat those people in the competition, now it seems that His Holiness is still I want you to beat more opponents."

Salomon probably knew what His Holiness was thinking. The Supreme Master is Celtic, while the main ethnic group in Britain is the invaders of the year, the Anglo-Saxons, in addition to some Vikings. The meaning of His Holiness is roughly to let the Saxons taste the taste of failure again, but this is all done by him, an Israeli or a Hebrew.

This can be regarded as the little temper of the Supreme Mage. People have lived such a long time, and they have already reached the age of doing whatever they want, but the only waywardness of the Supreme Master should be done by Salomon, which makes people dumbfounded. After thinking about these things, Salomon sighed.

"I will go and explain to His Holiness," he said, "I think His Holiness will understand my thoughts."

"I hope so too." Although Casilios agreed with Salomon to go to school, he also opposed Salomon's complete withdrawal from the magical world, which was impossible. After Salomon's spellcasting level began to soar, the supreme mage asked Salomon to pick up a few spells and transcribe them into the library book. Now many of Kama Taj's apprentices have begun to learn the spell he transcribed—sleep Spells, True Strike, Misty Step, Magic Missile, Feather Fall, Jumping, these spells have become compulsory courses for apprentices, and Salomon, who shares these magics, is influenced by almost all of Kama Taj. people are welcome. They have already discussed in private whether Salomon will be the candidate for the next Supreme Master.

Fortunately, sending Salomon to a public school was a complete misunderstanding. The Supreme Master only said those words in a joking tone, but the stubborn Modu took it seriously. When Salomon went to the Venerable, the misunderstanding was quickly resolved.

"Have you been in contact with Tony Stark today?" His Holiness asked.

"Yes, sir." Salomon replied.

"How about it?"

"How about what?"

"He's a man." His Holiness handed Salomon a bottle of orange soda as usual, and it seemed that the refrigerator in Salomon's bedroom had fallen again.

"Synonymous with frivolity," Salomon said.

"Don't worry, he needs to grow." The Supreme Mage said, "You also need to grow. Have you decided on your future magic path?"

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