Marvel Book of Magical Events

This is a man with curly long hair. He has a fair face, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge. His long hair is bound behind his head, and only the curly hair on his forehead still lingers on both sides of his cheeks.

He held an expensive camera in his hand, frowning tightly, squatting there with seriousness and kept pressing the shutter. Although Naples is close to the ocean, there is a huge temperature difference between day and night. Perhaps it is for this reason that this man is wearing a slightly thick dark blue woolen coat and a red and blue plaid scarf around his neck.

Salomon's voice made him almost jump up, but the hand of the mystic on the man's shoulder firmly held him down.

Who are you! He exclaimed and turned his head to see Salomon, who was shorter than him, and then his face was freed from the wrinkled tension.

Ahem! He whispered to the mystic, It's very dangerous here, I think it's better for you to leave here first, because some things that ordinary people may not understand may happen next. Are you from the choir? Or What bishop's child?

Do you think I look like a believer of some goddamn god? Salomon looked down at his attire, the black mystic robe and the crimson coat, he didn't look like a priest at all.

perhaps?

Salomon raised his head and said, For your personal safety, I suggest you leave as soon as possible. You have no ability to resist under those things.

The man suddenly felt that the power of the palm on his shoulder became much stronger, and an irresistible force dragged him backwards, causing him to lose his balance completely, and sat down on the ground.

Leave? No! I managed to track her down! Even so, he still tried to keep his voice down, but he immediately reacted, Those things? What do you know?

I know what I should know. Salomon let go of his shoulders expressionlessly, and instead dragged the man by the back collar. The mystic dragged him back, ignoring his struggle.

You know it all! The man realized that he was not as strong as Salomon, but he still tried to stand up, Are you with her?

I don't know who you are referring to, but if you are talking about the nun inside, I do know her. It's just that I have known her not long ago. Salomon turned around and stepped on the man easily knee, and snatched the camera from his hand, Obviously, you're after something that ordinary people shouldn't know.

give me back!

Salomon pressed the button on the camera with one hand very unfamiliarly, and called up the photo album. Oh, I didn't expect you to be a stalker, sir. After looking at the photo album, he raised the camera in front of the man, Florence, you actually chased him there.

Promise me, keep your voice down, there are still things to do inside! Salomon said, I want to know where you come from?

Although the man agreed to lower his voice, he still unconsciously raised his voice and sped up his speech.

He said, I've been following her for a long time! Twenty years ago, she killed my father, right in front of my eyes! You haven't known her for long, you must not know her true face, she was like this twenty years ago , twenty years later, nothing has changed. You have had contact with her, tell me, tell me everything you know, I want the world to know her true colors! I have investigated several disappearances in Florence, and Beunita She also appeared there at the time, it must be her...

The man's expression suddenly became distorted, I remembered, you were there at the time! Could it be...

That's right, sir. Salomon suddenly showed an expression of not knowing what to do, Those people are not missing, but dead, I killed them.

You...you just look at it... The man pointed at Salomon dumbfounded, and he stared at the boy in front of him with wide eyes, I didn't expect that you actually...

Listen to my explanation, sir. Salomon said helplessly, Those people are werewolves...

Werewolf! You want me to believe your nonsense? Well, I will believe it for a while. He almost couldn't catch his breath, But you look like you are only thirteen or fourteen years old, who taught you to kill!

It sounds like you have been looking for Beunita for many years. Shouldn't you be accustomed to those supernatural phenomena? Magic exists, and there must be werewolves. Human beings are not as lonely as imagined. The mystic said helplessly. , As for killing... There must always be someone who is burdened with something that ordinary people cannot touch, and I am one of them.

I... This man's expression is very familiar to Salomon. His senior brother described to him that the expressions of those who saw magic were almost exactly the same as this man's expression. It was a kind of unbelievable expression after the cognition was overturned. Almost every person who came to practice Karma Taj has experienced the time when his cognition was overthrown.

Okay, I don't have time to help you reshape the world view, sir. The mystic was a little impatient, and he pulled the man to stand up, Get out of here, those things will not show mercy to humans.

Those things? What things?

You shouldn't know, sir. There are some things that ordinary people are better off not knowing.

The wax fire on the altar suddenly went out, and the clear moonlight passed through the stained glass windows and fell lightly onto the white marble floor. Salomon's eyes widened. The sudden darkness made him a little uncomfortable, but soon, he saw the scene inside the church clearly by the white moonlight. Immediately afterwards, the organ above the church suddenly sounded Mendelssohn Organ Sonata No. 1.

Symphony No. 65, or Allegro. Salomon looked up at the organ. Only people with magical vision could see that there was a big black man sitting there. Although Salomon couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, judging from the orange windbreaker that never changed for thousands of years, it was Rodin. But Salomon said that he did not expect Rodin to have such superb organ skills.

Although he didn't know when Rodin arrived here or why he was here, these were not important. He just wanted to send the man beside him out of the church. Ordinary people should not be involved in these things.

The dazzling golden light shines down from the vault, and the light refracts back and forth between the gilt and copper-clad architectural decorations, driving away the cold moonlight and all the darkness in the corners.

Both Salomon and the man beside him were blinded by the strong light. Although the lacrimal glands secreted liquid in time to make up for it, their thin eyelids could not resist the strong light. They could only lower their heads and cover it with their hands.

But soon, the golden light disappeared again, and the pale moonlight returned to the church.

What happened? Why does the organ sound?

Salomon suddenly felt that the person beside him was getting noisier. When the mystic master got used to the change of light, he saw Beunita standing in front of the altar had leaped into the air, stepping on the head of the descended angel. She climbed step by step on angels, twisted her slender waist lightly in the air, avoided the sharp claws and weapons of the angels, and took the opportunity to raise her slender and powerful legs and kicked away the arm of an angel of affinity , Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the arm of the angel of Affinity with amazing agility and flexibility.

Then, under the action of gravity, she twisted off this arm as easily as twisting a towel. The angel's blood was splashed like a torrential rain, and before it landed, it turned into golden light spots and rose up. The vault of the church was covered with golden light and white feathers, as if what was going on here was not a massacre, but a mass. .

The bread and wine prepared for the Eucharist are the blood and flesh of angels.

Where did she go? The man leaned over the railing and looked down, Did she run away again! That murderer! No, the rosemary is still there! She's still here! She's hiding again?

Salomon grabbed his scarf and pulled him behind him, otherwise the angel's golden gun head would pass through the top of his head.

Stay here! Salomon let go of him, he stretched out his hands, and two orange rings appeared on his hands, Also, be quiet!

Good morning.