Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1738 is about to begin

Salomon arrived in Europe earlier than the witches expected.

The Gulfstream G550 took off from Amilcar Cabral International Airport in Cape Verde and arrived at Zurich Airport in Switzerland after a long 6-hour flight. He did not stay in Zurich for too long. After delivering the cargo to the safe house and unloading it, he boarded the plane again.

Yelena Belova was very unhappy about being left in Zurich, but Natasha and Salomon pretended not to notice her cold eyes and only told her to guard the weapons and equipment taken down from the plane and the various documents needed for disguise and infiltration. Natasha said that the vacation was not over yet, and although she assured Yelena in a coaxing tone that she would be back soon, Yelena became even more irritable.

In order to guard these supplies and important documents, Yelena could not leave the safe house too far. She could not risk intelligence leakage by calling the delivery service to enjoy hot pizza, so her lunch and dinner only consisted of US military MRE field rations, and the staple food was dry jalapeno beef burrito.

Yelena had some expectations for the food during the operation, but no one told her until the moment she opened the box that the French rations she had expected were all replaced with Latino MREs. According to the private exchange ratio of European armies, the exchange ratio between US MREs and French field rations is 5 to 1, so you can imagine the difference between the two rations.

But Natasha didn't have time to care about Yelena's dinner because there was a more important cargo on the plane.

It was a long and narrow wooden box tied with iron chains and parchment, just long enough to hold an unfolded fishing rod. All the androids, including Dinah, carefully fixed the box to the cargo rack as if it were a huge glass artwork, and also installed a lot of composite cushioning foam to reduce the impact of bumps on the cargo. Even the untalented Black Widow could feel the burning sensation released from the spiritual level by the contents of the box.

Without the seemingly ordinary chains and parchment, she had no doubt that removing the contents of the box would burn the plane in an instant. To reassure her, Salomon claimed that the contents of the box were very safe. It was this thing that had helped them eat fresh tuna in Cape Verde, but he refused to tell anyone whether it was used as a fishing rod or a harpoon.

Natasha couldn't help laughing when she thought about it. She had seen the tuna with the fatal penetration wound.

The car loaded with dangerous goods slowly drove out of Oslo Gardermoen Airport, drove from E16 to E6, and drove for 28 minutes to reach downtown Oslo. She did not drive into the city, but took Highway 150, which curved along the arc of the fjord in the north, to Holmenkollen in Vestre Aker.

As the daylight hours in Oslo are shortening (the shortest day has only 11 hours of sunshine), the sky has become dim when they arrived at the airport, and the only stingy sun on the road is a piece of crimson and dark blue afterglow that is still lingering, like a large stain on the concrete street. There are only 8 hours between the tropical atmosphere and the gloomy and humid weather, and the night can reach below 0 degrees Celsius. Natasha had to put on a black shawl to block the cold wind.

Dinah booked several suites at the Lysebu Hotel in advance, and for the next period of time, a team of sisterhood androids would stay here. Salomon did not leave for the destination immediately, and he and Natasha stayed in this suite for one night, because Natasha liked this room with a fireplace and a mini bar, and also liked to look out the window at the mountains covered with a little snow.

The next morning, Natasha was awakened by the fragrant smell of coffee.

She sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes. The breeze flowed in from the open window, blowing away the pleasant smell in the room. She stretched and let the blanket slide off, exposing her perfect waistline and full chest to the cool sunlight. Salomon walked into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to kiss her neck. "Dinah has prepared breakfast." He hugged the dazed red-haired beauty, "She is in charge of our tour today. Don't make her angry."

The Black Widow in his arms closed her eyes and hummed a few times as a response, allowing Salomon to pull her up from the bed, leaning against him weakly. Until she felt the fingers behind her were not honest, the Black Widow who woke up opened her eyes angrily, rested her chin on Salomon's chest, and looked up at the culprit.

"I'm so tired, and you didn't let me sleep until dawn!" Natasha couldn't help complaining, "I'm sleep deprived now, dear. You're just a wild horse, in every way!"

"Then I want to ask, who used the joint technique on me last night to force me to stay here?" Salomon felt the wetness on his fingertips. "I suspect you are trying to delay my work."

Salomon bent down and kissed her lips. Facing the blame, Natasha hugged his neck like an octopus grabbing its prey. After a long time, she took the initiative to loosen his arms because of almost lack of oxygen, but this time it was Salomon who grabbed her waist. "It looks like Yelena will stay in Zurich for another week." Salomon winked playfully, "I'm worried about her."

"I remember you prepared a lot of MREs. She won't starve to death."

"This is such a cruel sentence, don't let her hear it."

Salomon pinched the Black Widow's buttocks, which were firm and full enough to hold a goblet. "Dinah will come in soon," he reminded her. The Black Widow twisted a few times and then slowly squatted down, with a smirk on her face. Dinah, who had prepared breakfast in the hotel kitchen, opened the bedroom door and walked in with a tray. She ignored the scene in front of her and put the breakfast on the table. Natasha just skillfully made room for Dinah.

"Maybe this will make it quicker." She licked her lips. "We should be able to visit the cathedral in time, right?"

Natasha overestimated her ability to bear it, she was not a man-made person like Dinah, with superhuman strength. She didn't wake up until the afternoon, missing the best time to visit the attractions, but the restaurant Dinah booked made up for the regret, the feeling of being tipsy and the delicious food could make a night wonderful.

The three-day vacation passed quickly. The cold air swept through the streets and seemed to take away Black Widow's lust. After venting the emotions that seemed like parting forever, Salomon finally took her to the destination. It was not the confidential facility as expected, but a villa area only a few kilometers away from the hotel. Natasha noticed that Dinah also brought the important cargo. The accompanying android team drove another car and took weapons to transport it.

"You will return to Zurich tomorrow afternoon. I will ask Dinah to take you back. We have agreed that you cannot participate in what happens next."

"But I have to know what you want to do." Natasha said, she didn't get on the plane out of curiosity, she just wanted to confirm how dangerous Salomon's mission was. The career of the agent named Black Widow is about to end, and the long-awaited peaceful life is just around the corner, but a family member is wading into a bottomless pool.

Natasha was so stubborn on this matter that Salomon had to give in.

As for stopping Salomon from doing dangerous things, Natasha never thought about it.

She knew that Salomon had his reasons for doing this. As a family member, she would never oppose Salomon's decision. The passion hidden under the cold appearance of the Slavic woman erupted under the suppression of the agent code for many years, like a rose burning in flames. Salomon knew that he could not change Natasha's decision. This woman was simply a piece of red-hot steel, flexible and hot. Out of respect for her, Salomon did not mind letting Natasha touch some less dangerous parts.

Salomon held her hand and gently rubbed her stiff fingers. "I need to meet someone before carrying out the mission. The biggest difficulty we will face today is just an unpalatable dinner."

Casillas had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw Salomon get off the car, he immediately came up and gave Salomon a solid hug. Compared with the crowded apartment a year ago, he now moved into a mansion in Holmenkollen. This was the salary paid by Kamar-Taj for him. His work deserved this reward.

"Good boy." Casillas laughed and patted Salomon on the back, then turned his eyes to Natasha. The intimate gesture between the latter and Salomon made him hesitate. The relationship between Salomon and the witches was no secret, but Casillas knew that the two witches did not have red hair. Now Casillas was a little helpless about the women who came and went around Salomon, and he could not remember every woman's name. But Salomon brought her here, which showed that she was very important.

"Natasha Romanoff." The former Black Widow smiled appropriately. Wearing this dress and knitted shawl, she looked like a lady visiting a guest rather than an agent with blood on her hands.

Casillas looked at her in surprise, then shook her hand. He really wanted to know why the Black Widow came along, but now was not the time to ask, "He must have told me who I was." Casillas patted Salomon on the shoulder, "I watched Salomon grow up. I used to worry about whether he could find a girlfriend during adolescence, but now it seems he is lucky enough."

"Thank you." Natasha nodded politely, secretly relieved in her heart. She felt that the situation at hand was not that difficult to deal with. "I am very interested in his childhood."

"He's a lot naughtier than you think. Come on in, Sheila is preparing dinner, we can talk about these topics at the table."

Salomon saw the blonde woman again.

He didn't remember the woman's name at all, and didn't even remember if she was the one who was with Casillas last time. For Casillas, it was just a short year, but for Salomon, it was a long eight thousand years. He wouldn't remember those unimportant things and people. So he just said hello politely and followed Casillas to the cigar room, while quietly expressing his condolences to Natasha, who was going to deal with the hostess, about tonight's dinner.

Salomon never thought that the Nordic people had a talent for cooking.

Even Noma, a popular restaurant with a so-called "New Nordic" cooking style, has the best seafood on its winter menu, which is French fish soup. Salomon described the Copenhagen restaurant as "not as good as a bistro with a dozen tables in Marseille, France" after visiting it once. Apart from showing off cooking technology, telling stories, complicating the appearance of dishes, and accepting marketing from food magazines, there is nothing about deliciousness.

This led to Salomon's pessimistic attitude towards Nordic food, which seemed to be only stinky pickled puffins and herrings salty enough to be mummified. So he felt a little guilty when he gave Casillas this mansion, because if the latter really wanted to live here, the torture on his tongue seemed to be more difficult than the job of monitoring the father of the gods.

Salomon took out two Cohiba cigars from the cabinet, cut them and handed one to Casillas.

He sat on the main sofa, lit a cigar and puffed for several minutes, neither of them spoke. Salomon had not been here since the death of the Supreme Sorcerer. Kaecilius knew some inside information, such as the cause of the Supreme Sorcerer's death was the loss of control of the power of the outer dimension, which led to the alienation of Kamar-Taj and its surrounding areas. Kaecilius was not so supportive of Baron Mordo's idea, because he knew that even if all the secret mages of Kamar-Taj supported Baron Mordo's "pure" thought, they could not resist Salomon together.

"Your mission is over, Casillas." Salomon took out the gift he brought, a bottle of sherry to go with the cigar. He poured a glass for Casillas and himself, then tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, and two completely spherical pure ice cubes fell into the glass. Casillas saw this kind of magic for the first time, and he subconsciously raised his eyebrows. "You can continue to live here. This villa now truly belongs to you. You can return to Kamar-Taj at any time. You will always have a room here."

"What about her?"

"You know the rules." Salomon nodded without explaining anything. "I need you to help me deliver the goods to the Faroe Islands. All the protective measures are meaningless in front of the owner of the weapon, but I need you to make a gesture and tell him to maintain courtesy and honor. Your main job is to make sure there are no other people on the uninhabited island. I don't want innocent people to die."

"You don't have to do that, Salomon."

"I will not refuse Odin's invitation. This is the responsibility of the Lord of Mankind. This is a duel between kings, and the future of the two races will be determined with their lives." Salomon said, "But if you ask me, although both sides have the same genetic roots, the genes of the Asgardians are the result of the psychic interference of the Aesir. In comparison, humans have greater potential, and Asgard's experiment has failed."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I can't get involved anyway." Casillas shook his head. "Let's talk about Black Widow. Why is she with you?"

Salomon made a helpless expression, which made Casillas laugh.

"It's a long story, maybe some dinner table conversation. Trust me, your partner will bring it up. I'm terrible at dealing with enthusiastic people."

Socializing is a compulsory course for the Black Widow. Because of Natasha's presence, the atmosphere at the table did not stagnate. For some reason, Casillas did not reveal the fact that Natasha was the Black Widow, which also avoided some embarrassing situations. For questions raised by Sheila, such as "When did you meet?", Natasha also cleverly concealed some of the real situations and fooled them. She gave herself the identity of a freelance reporter, and she could use this identity to explain the stories that happened between her and Salomon around the world.

Salomon, who was pouring vodka into his mouth beside the table, was of no help at all. He was not interested in the conversation at the table at all. Instead, he was very interested in the steak covered by various lettuces on the table, because this was the food on the table that was closest to the concept of "delicious".

The pleasant dinner ended. When Natasha said goodbye to the hostess with a smile, she found that the goods were delivered to the garage of the villa. She didn't say much, just pulled the knitted cloak and got into the car. Salomon and Casillas got into the car after a few words. He believed that Sheila must have a lot of questions tonight. If she knew something about luxury goods, she would ask Salomon what his identity was. If she knew something about weapons, she would notice the outline of the pistol under the suit jacket of Dinah, the driver.

The answers to these questions depend entirely on Casillas and whether he decides to accept an ordinary life after this mission is over. If he chooses an ordinary life and intends to say goodbye to dangerous magic and the safety of the world, then Salomon will agree with his decision on behalf of Kamar-Taj and respect his personal wishes.

"You didn't tell me anything, Salomon. I only know that you decided to go to the Faroe Islands at the weekend." Natasha looked a little angry. "Is your mission to deliver the goods to the Faroe Islands?"

"My dear, don't you think it's a bit redundant to use interrogation techniques here?" Salomon blinked helplessly. He saw Natasha's mood change from anger to calmness in an instant, which made him marvel at the acting skills of the Black Widow. "I'll tell you what the cargo is. You want to know this - it's Gungnir, the weapon of the Father of the Gods, a branch of the World Tree. In terms that humans can understand, it is part of some kind of super-large information/energy transmission medium - I want Gungnir to be returned to its owner, because its owner is about to participate in a duel. Coincidentally, its owner lives in the Faroe Islands."

"You mean, Thor's father..." Natasha swallowed.

Nick Fury once longed for information about Asgard, but Thor could not remember the distant history at all, and more than a thousand years of life was too short for the history of Asgard. However, based on the few words revealed by Thor when he was on Earth, the experts and scholars of S.H.I.E.L.D. pieced together some information about the social situation of Asgard, and most importantly, about the Father of the Gods.

According to the description of SHIELD experts, the All-Father is an individual who has lived for tens of thousands of years and possesses extremely powerful strength. If such an individual intends to invade the Earth, SHIELD will definitely not be able to fight against him. Asgard under the rule of such an individual is naturally extremely advanced and powerful. Even when Congress issued a wanted warrant for the Avengers, it selectively ignored the fact that Thor was an Avenger. After all, in Thor's description, Loki, the culprit who triggered the Battle of New York, almost used Asgard's weapons to cut the Frost Giants' planet in half.

"But Thor says the All-Father is still on the throne."

"That was just an illusion," said Salomon. "As for the duel... I am the other participant in the duel. The dying lion tried to decide something in the last moments of his life, but I reserved the opposite opinion. Now neither of us can convince the other, so we can only use the duel to preserve our honor."