After Salomon came of age, the Sorcerer Supreme rarely gave him direct orders. On one hand, he was legally and financially independent now—though he was actually older, he was still twenty-one in legal terms. On the other hand, Salomon had begun treating the affairs of the City of Immortals and Kamar-Taj as his own. Officially, his authority at Kamar-Taj was second only to the Sorcerer Supreme's, but in truth, she had long since transferred all authority to him. Many reports from the three Sanctums were forwarded to him, and he had the power to order Arcanists to carry out missions. He could even enter the dungeons where countless secrets were stored without obstruction.
Simply put, like the Sorcerer Supreme, he could do anything he deemed necessary.
For example, attempting to deliver a letter to Hela, Goddess of Death, through the roots of the World Tree leading to Niflheim was a necessary thing.
"I thought you were going to charge in there and fight her!" Victor von Doom could not help smacking his forehead. "But you actually wrote, 'Your old man wants to come here to find you. You'll be able to get out soon, and I'll be waiting at the door. Don't kill people indiscriminately, or I'll twist your head off. Kiss Kiss, and night night.' You're completely fucking insane. What do you think that will accomplish? Damn sense of humor—I don't even know why I came here with you!"
"I don't know what Wotan is planning, but making Hela a little crazier isn't a bad thing." Salomon shrugged. "I've fought her once or twice, but she never knew who I was. So I signed the letter and let her know I'd be waiting outside. When the time comes, whoever is waiting here will definitely get stabbed first by an