Solomon didn't know about the efforts Mr. Reeser and Mr. Harold had made to prevent the CIA drug cartel from getting close to him, nor did he care to know. All he knew was that he was late, and the witches had promised to make Mexican food tonight. Fortunately, the witches were fond of the new dishes Solomon had learned, and after a day's hunting, they were in need of something spicy to restore their energy.
"It still needs improvement, Rodan." As the witches were happily devouring their food in the booth chairs, Solomon placed the prototype of the explosive-arrow gun on the bar. However, the fallen angel craftsman just gave him a dismissive look, his expression full of distaste.
"There is no better craftsman in this world than me," the owner of Hell's Gate Bar said as he took back the half-drunk soda cup from Solomon. "If someone else had handled that gun, it would have exploded. You're still holding your hand, you should be thankful to me."
"I think the recoil of a 12.7mm bullet is a bit too much, especially on a handgun. The recoil of this gun is even higher than that of a .50 caliber Desert Eagle! And it's using rocket-propelled bullets!"
"That's the price for range. High muzzle velocity means higher recoil, it's a law of physics. It can pierce light armored vehicles and destroy car engines, just like your request, unmatched stopping power. A bullet that costs less than $200 can rival a grenade. If the recoil is too much, just practice more, I know you can do it." Rodan wiped the cup clean, "If you need anything else, the regular firearms here will meet your needs. Sorry, you only get plain water today."
"Hey, you're so stingy! At least get more types of bullets! And some recoil compensators!"
"This thing is nice." The Supreme Mage toyed with the explosive-arrow gun, testing it by firing a shot at the mirror dimension, and then handed it back to Solomon with a satisfied expression. "I don't think most butlers' protective spells can resist this kind of attack. Even lower-level beings' armor would be pierced by this bullet. If you coat the bullet with alchemized silver, one shot would be enough to end the battle." The Supreme Mage said, "But I think, you do remember you're a spellcaster, right?"
"I think ever since we learned magic from the *Book of Vishanti*, our combat style has been drifting further from traditional spellcasting. But I still kept two wands as backups." Solomon, the Supreme Mage's favorite disciple, sighed. "But what I want to know isn't about that, Master."
"You're asking about the witches, aren't you?" The Supreme Mage had already anticipated Solomon's question but didn't bring it up first. She wanted to know just how much Solomon cared about the two witches. It was her guilty pleasure. She had noticed that the more dangerous the women were, the more they attracted Solomon—this was the so-called "good women are bad, bad women are good."
Though it was the Supreme Mage who had set this up from the start, she still thought her disciple might have some problems, because Solomon's relationship with the witches probably began when they first met and tried to kill each other. This was even before Solomon started taking care of Teresa.
"Of course, isn't the Ragnarok Cult finished? Jupiter is completely dead, so why are there so many angels appearing recently?" Solomon asked, "I thought these upper-dimensional beings had already shifted their focus."
"Do you remember what I told you in the past? Extra-dimensional beings will never give up on trying to enter the prime material plane, especially the Nine Realms, which is a special plane. The power supporting the Nine Realms, Yggdrasil, is not inferior to any magical entity. Even Odin's Rune Magic system was based on the World Tree."
The Supreme Mage said slowly, "Whether it's Heaven or Hell, both are our enemies. Protecting the prime material plane is our task, though due to the favoritism of past Supreme Mages, it seems Kama-Taj has only protected Earth, but the entire prime material universe is our responsibility. I don't mind leaving the work to more professional individuals, like the witches."
"So Bayonetta and Joan of Arc are just subcontracting, as usual?"
"Kama-Taj pays in cash. I know your lab needs funding. I understand the purpose behind you forming that organization, it's good." As soon as the Supreme Mage mentioned this, Solomon's cheek began to flush. Robbing banks was indeed a somewhat shameful act, but those companies didn't accept gold, and Solomon had no choice but to obtain secular currency to buy experimental equipment. The Supreme Mage didn't blame him for this. "But before you fully take over Kama-Taj, you only have a certain amount of secular money for living expenses each month. This is still because you're my disciple. Even as the Supreme Mage, this is the only way I can help you."
"Then why have there been more angels recently? Do they have a special golden week or something? The witches have been on business trips for over a month now, I think they could use a break."
"That's hard to say, the exact reason needs investigation, but the only ones associated with those particularly distinctive angels are the sages and the witch clan. You've seen the power of the 'Left Eye' and 'Right Eye,' this kind of power interferes with the Eye of Agamotto, so I suspect the Sage Clan might not have been completely eradicated." The Supreme Mage carelessly skipped over the answer. "You also know, this is work, it cannot be interrupted because of your feelings for the witches."
"How much longer will this kind of life last?" Solomon sighed, it seemed he would have to endure days without the witches' company.
"Maybe a while longer, but I don't mind you participating in the witches' activities. Your work is unpaid. Also, keep an eye on your lab in the City of the Immortals, you'd better show your face there more often. Any contract has its loopholes, those wizards aren't as loyal as Balthazar thought." The Supreme Mage said, "Not every member of the Merlin Wizarding Order and its successors is loyal to Camelot. Many of Morgan's subordinates weren't caught back then, and the Battle of Sword Barricades broke out, and the matter was dropped. But now you're encountering them again. If they threaten your safety, I hope you don't show mercy. You're far more important than them."
"I will, Master. I think they wouldn't mind signing a few more contracts," Solomon raised an eyebrow and exited the meditation room.
"Don't forget your 'handgun'! If that thing even qualifies as a handgun."
The bullet emitted a sharp scream in the air before plunging into the body of an angel with a birdlike head. The impact of the explosion shattered the angel into pieces, and blood sprayed into the air like mist. Even from a distance, Solomon could smell the rosemary-like scent of the angel's blood.
"Nice job, Boya." Bayonetta winked and leapt off the top of the Alps, immediately stepping on the body of a massive angel as she shot up into the clouds. Solomon looked up. In the sunlight, the witch's figure became increasingly blurred as the angel ascended, everything bathed in a colorful halo from the light reflected off the snow on the ground. Solomon squinted, barely able to make out two separate figures. The largest one soon exploded into a burst of golden light.
"This is what you get for applying for help on the weekend." Joan of Arc stood beside Solomon. She was also wearing high heels, but her magic allowed her to avoid sinking into the snow like Solomon. "To be honest, I'd rather you stayed home."
"Family should always be together."
"I think you're just avoiding your homework, Solomon."
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