Salomon calls Thor "Prince of Otter" or "Prince of Otter". However, in fact, Thor is not stupid. He just was too lazy to use his brain. After all, until he was exiled, all the problems he encountered could be solved with his hammer. If one hammer doesn't work, two hammers can always be solved.

Before, Salomon was worried that Jane Foster would not be interested in the sexy macho Thor, so he prepared a bottle of love medicine, preparing to find an opportunity to put the bottle of rose liquid floating with heart-shaped bubbles into their diet. But when he watched Thor fall from the sky in the mirror dimension and was hit by a car and saw Jane Foster again, Salomon felt relieved because Jane Foster almost touched Thor's chest muscles. Is there anything wrong with this? In fact, even the cute big-breasted intern of Jane Foster was hooked, because the charm of the muscular man was unparalleled. As for whether Thor would hook, Salomon felt that this guy who often lacked strings would bite it even when he saw the hook.

In short, this matter has nothing to do with him. However, according to the contract he signed with Nick Fury, when a large-scale disaster may occur on the magic side, and Salomon knew it, he must notify Nick Fury in advance to protect the lives and safety of innocent people. Since this contract was witnessed by Vishandi, the terms were extremely fair, and neither Salomon nor Nick Fury could violate it. As for finding loopholes in the contract and misinterpreting the interpretation of the clause, it is an evil act of keeping order. Salomon and Nick Fury are both familiar with this technique. One is out of instinct, and the other is through the experience accumulated over the years, and no one is sure to be innocent.

The Supreme Mage let go of Salomon who was trying to be lazy. The Secret Mage immediately got the holiday permit and got into Beyonita's apartment, but Joan of Arc, who had just dealt with the naughty child and the bear parents, was obviously not very polite to Salomon.

"I washed your clothes." Joan of Arc said, "I am not your servant, the secret wizard!"

"I'll wash dishes too!" Salomon's eyes widened, "I'm still cooking and mopping the floor!"

"But when you were in school, Berenita and I could only see you twice a day! Noon and evening. Do I still want to thank you for cooking for us?" Joan of Arc said loudly while unbuttoning her black tie. She was wearing a crimson suit today, but she didn't wear anything except a suit jacket. Half of her plump breasts were exposed, and the black tie was stuffed into the suit jacket, covering up some of her beautiful skin. This very elegant outfit and tall figure were also the source of her trouble today. Some teachers thought it was not appropriate for her to wear this way, but Joan of Arc, who didn't care about office politics, did not adopt their suggestions and still did what she wanted.

"Then you can cook too!" said Salomon. "Where has Beyonetta been?"

"She's going to buy vegetables." Joan of Arc said unhappily, "She knows you're coming here for dinner tonight, and I rarely see that expression! I warn you that you must make her happy, although she will definitely not admit that she is so happy because she sees you."

"I treat her as my family, maybe this will be the future," Salomon said. "But now, I'm only fifteen."

"You can have a baby at the age of fifteen." Salomon rolled his eyes when he heard Joan of Arc's words. He almost forgot that Joan of Arc had lived for more than five hundred years, and at that time, there were countless phenomena in the world when he got married and had children during adolescence.

“In this country, adulthood is twenty-one,” Salomon said. “I am a law-abiding citizen.”

"Ha!" Joan of Arc sneered, "I don't care about this. Now, give me the Cheshire Cat, and you go and wash the dishes left by the previous few days."

"You may not believe it. I have washed all the bowls." Salomon had commanded the invisible servants to clean the entire house before Joan of Arc's return. From the time he went to Asgard until he returned to Earth, the pool was filled with dirty dishes for several days, which he could not bear.

"Very good." Joan of Arc took off his blazer and threw it on the sofa, seemingly not caring about the fact that he was not wearing anything. "By the way, I washed my clothes."

"Next time we'll arrange a housework rotation table." Salomon picked up his clothes and walked out, "Next time you wash dishes, I'll do the clothes. Now, hurry up and put on your pajamas. I don't want Beyonita to misunderstand anything."

"Good evening, Joan of Arc. Good evening, little guy." Beyonetta twisted the door lock and walked in, holding a basket of vegetables and raw meat in her hand. Her gray eyes narrowed behind her glasses, "Oh? Did I miss something?"

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There is a huge gap between Americans and British dressing styles. This gap is so big that even a white American is easily distinguished on the streets of London. After all, not many people in the UK will wear red plaid shirts and brown baseball caps. But in the United States, this kind of free-style dressing style is common. Salomon believes that this is due to American culture. He feels that Americans can hold parties everywhere, especially in rural towns in New Mexico.

This is a typical town built because of mineral resources, perhaps because of coal, or because of gold mines, but no matter what, when the company evacuated, the town irreversibly declined. The economic recession caused the only bar in the town to be opened twenty years ago, with no strip clubs and no jobs here, and young people could only be gangsters, wandering around the streets and shops without doing anything.

Perhaps because of the lack of entertainment, when people here discovered a hammer that they could not pick up anyway, they quickly arranged the audio and barbecue grill here. Someone drove a truck and brought several boxes of cold beer from the bar. They lined up and tried to pull out the hammer one by one. Even if it failed, it didn't matter. Drink another bottle of beer to make the next attempt.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Salomon was wearing a red skeleton cloth and sat next to the barbecue grill. Under his butt was a small stool, which was also brought by the locals. He came here to monitor the progress of the incident and had breakfast. The people here were very friendly to him, perhaps because he was the youngest and spoke politely, Salomon, who was treated with kindness, had already eaten half of the grilled sausage on the barbecue grill.

Overall, he was very satisfied.

As for what happened yesterday, it was just a joke made by Beyonetta. She would not think that Joan of Arc had anything to do with Salomon. The witch was so familiar with the skin that she could not be more familiar with. It was nothing big. But Salomon could only sleep on the sofa last night, and even the cat was not to hug - it was too difficult for women to guess.

In fact, he had already informed Nick Fury before coming here, and he told Nick Fury that the thing that fell from the sky had something to do with aliens and magical side. Salomon's warning made Nick Fury's nerves collapse to the most, because Salomon's whereabouts disappeared from the earth as he said, and for a few days, no cameras were photographed. Nick Fury believed that he had gone outside the earth. And Nick Fury did not find anything that Salomon might be interested in from Howard Stark's box, which made him feel a little tricky because it made him unable to understand Salomon's thoughts.

This is a very fatal intelligence gap. However, due to the contract, Nick Fury could not ask others for help, so he could only investigate independently. However, Tony Stark now needs the documents in this box, and his palladium poisoning symptoms are getting worse and worse. The potion given by Salomon can only temporarily slow down his symptoms. If Nick Fury had not given the secondary recovery potion to Natasha and poured her into Stark's vegetable juice, Tony Stark might have died long ago - because the idiot was too stubborn and had not done hemodialysis until now, and even began to give up on himself.

Salomon picked up a piece of grilled sausage and stuffed it into his mouth. He stood up and prepared to leave, because with his own eyesight, he saw a black sedan parked here from afar. A sparse-haired agent with a kind face walked out of the car. Salomon didn't want to meet the rest of S.H.E.L.D., so he would rather leave as soon as possible. As for the hammer, he didn't even have the interest in trying, because this time even Captain America could not lift the hammer. The spell on it was completely Odin's dark side, and only Thor could lift it.

It’s a pity that the barbecue and iced Coke made by that black uncle. Who knows if S.H.I.E.L.D. will even confiscate the barbecue grill together?

He had an extremely personal purpose of spending time here, which was to wait for the town hospital to draw a tube of blood for Thor. That was Thor's blood. If that thing was acquired by S.H.E.L.D., it would be entirely possible to make a Thor clone with their ability to cause trouble. Salomon did not hesitate to accept that thing. As for the main route, he had to think about it again. However, with his excellent necromancer technique, he could at least make a flesh and blood golem that could release lightning, and even a mindless golem might be able to lift the Thor's hammer.

That was a good thing. He had always been resentful of not helping him block the knife without a golem.

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"I don't know that there are beef cakes for breakfast tonight (beefcake means striptease man)." Dassie Louise looked at Thor naked and walked out of the toilet with a T-shirt in one hand. She quipped, "As a homeless crazy tramp, he's pretty good in shape."

This morning, they set out to the town hospital again, because Darcy found that the photos taken clearly showed a figure in the storm. Unfortunately, Jane Foster drove down the guy again. Darcy even thought she was really good at jail, but fortunately the guy was fine. She also found that her mentor Jane Foster was absent-minded for the first time and frequently looked up at the homeless man.

"I'm pretty sure she's not on those data," Dassie said with a smile. "She's been out for a long time, and even the homeless man doesn't mind."

"Darcy!"
Chapter completed!