Life on holiday at Oxfordshire Manor is very pleasant. The Immortal City is operating on its own according to Salomon's idea, making preparations before the war. The Secret Mage distributes work to those who should have undertaken these tasks. Although inefficient, it can adapt them to their original limits of their abilities.

These days, Salomon has not been upset about anything. The only time he left the manor to open the portal to the United States was to catch Little Lorna and her friends from a party. The teenagers' party was terrible, cheap agaves, the wide variety of drugs that he got from somewhere, and the many occupied rooms upstairs showed that there was a reason why Salomon looked down on American parties. Whether it was a teenager or an adult (specifically Tony Stark), it completely explained the importance of taste. After receiving a call from his adoptive mother, he went to the garage, took a 50-caliber fuzzer automatic rifle and a long sword, drove the pickup truck he bought with an American license plate through the portal, and rushed directly to the party venue where Little Lorna attended.

Next, I was very happy from the scene.

He grabbed Lorna from the party, and he fired only a few shots, and during this period he caused only damage to the marble kitchen stove, ceiling and a small amount of glass. In addition to the panic screams of a group of teenagers, a bottle of Oxycontin, a bag of marijuana cigarettes, and a few grams of white powder, no casualties were found. "I don't care what American law stipulates, but for me, things containing psychoactive substances are drugs." He said to Lorna, who was depressed in the passenger seat. Obviously, the girl who entered puberty thought that Salomon was too strict, like a conservative parent who was not as good as a prequel-and-descendant parent. In Athena's mouth, Salomon was a model teenager. There was no rebellious period, no contaminated with various contrabands, and was only thinking about learning. He was the kind of other people's child. However, Salomon's next words changed the attitude of the originally angry girl.

"If you really need psychoactive drugs, you can take them with me. It's high in purity and is not mixed with some messy things." Salomon started the car before the police arrived. He didn't like to fight those who perform their duties, nor was he willing to hurt those people. "I am an alchemist, and I have a lot of this medicine in my hands, and I made it myself. Don't think I'll sell contraband to teenagers. The purpose of these things is to learn more special magic, but since you're so curious about this thing, I might as well let you understand the disadvantages of this thing. Even I will only take it when necessary. It's impossible for you to have those things all day with them."

"What are we going to do now?"

"Go and talk to your drug dealer. I don't care whether he is your friend or not, or how miserable his past experience is, I will let him know how unwise it is to sell you contraband." Salomon put the rifle on his knee and his face was gloomy. "I don't promise that the body would not be left. Why do you think I drove a pickup truck to carry the body is to facilitate the transportation of the body. I will also talk to your principal. I know that the students in private schools are not all the people with excellent academic performance. Many of them are rich second-generation and rich third-generation. The greatest achievement in their lives is to spend money to enter the Ivy League and take over the family business, so they take drugs and drink alcohol..."

Little Lorna's face was quite bad.

"Hey! Look at me! Lorna Dane!" He raised his voice a little, and his tone became more severe, which forced the little Lorna who had seen his battle scene to listen carefully. "The education we received was different from those wastes. We have a bigger goal. If I find out next time you pick up a cannabis cigarette, I will teach you a lesson for my adoptive mother. Do you understand? I'm not kidding you... Get rid of yourself and be a bystander, and never participate in the absurd life of the liberal Generation Z. These people do not have the value of education, and they fantasize about their various psychological problems all day long, and they don't even have the qualification to throw them on the battlefield as cannon fodder."

Salomon never paid attention to the psychological problems unique to white people. In his opinion, the treatment method required for mental illnesses (such as anxiety disorders, etc.) that require humanitarian care is quite simple - put an apple on the head of the person and find someone who has never used a gun to shoot. As long as you experience the horror of life and death at that moment, no matter what pretentious mental illness it is, it can be cured. In fact, this method is very undesirable, but no one has told him from beginning to end, because his criterion for judging a person is whether the person has educational value and whether it can create value for the entire human group, rather than how the individual can achieve self-breakthrough at the psychological level.

Well, in fact, he cares, but he only cares about valuable people. For example, he will talk to certain soldiers in his dreams because these soldiers will do amazing things in the future.

"How come you have time to care about me?" Little Lorna asked with her arms in her arms. "Aren't you supposed to be in the Immortal City or Oxford University? I heard Ms. Minerva said that you are studying for a lot of degrees now and don't have time to come to the orphanage."

"I'm on vacation now," Salomon said. He slammed the steering wheel and drove the pickup truck into a wet path. A half-decayed rat corpse lay on the concrete floor where sewage was flowing. "I haven't taught anyone a lesson for a long time. Waiting for me here..." He opened the car door and walked down. But when he reached for the gun and sword, Little Lorna recalled how he made Salomon give in when he was a child.

"This is just a drug dealer, not an alien!"

"A human being without any value... OK, okay, don't show that expression! I will teach them a lesson. If I don't bring a gun, I will use my fists!"

"I can't imagine how idle your monarch is now, Constantine. I can't believe that he actually threw all these tasks to others. He solved the problems of this level in the past by himself." Nick Fury said while stuffing the hot fries into his mouth. "Or, he has other plans? What do you think?"

"I don't think it's your business, Nick Fury."

"Don't be so hostile, Constantine." The former S.H.E.D. Director still ate his dinner. He hasn't had a bath for two days and spent all his time in this room. "You still want me to help, don't you? Without the information I provided, how did you discover the secret passage of S.H.H.I.E.D. base? Then again, why do you want to get the boxes in that institute? Is that important?"

"Yes, it's very important," Constantine whispered. Many S.H.E.L.D. agents are only a wall away from him. The Guards don't like to speak when performing infiltration missions, but Nick Fury is too annoying. The S.H.E.D. base is also his home court, and he has to continue to endure Nick Fury's nagging. "The lattices lined in those boxes are a rare material, and I have to get a way to make those lattices." Constantine said. "I believe S.H.E.D. took a lot of documents when searching for energy is accepted, and there is this information."

"What can those lattices be used for?"
Chapter completed!