Special Forces Instructor (First Update)

Karen Page's fears did not come true, because whenever Salomon wished, he could be a very engaging conversationalist. With his knowledge, he could always fabricate plausible events that had never happened, keeping the uninformed from learning about his life. Karen Page's little pistol had not escaped his notice. To keep her from shooting him in the back when he turned to leave, he had put considerable effort into turning on his charm.

His magic was far too much for an ordinary person with weak willpower like Karen Page. One careless move could scramble her mind. Casting spells on ordinary people at will was irresponsible, and naturally he could not behave so recklessly. Thus, the reception desk at Nelson & Murdock Law Firm—also one of only two desks in the office—was piled with cookies and hot tea that Salomon had produced from who knew where. The scent of cookies and butter replaced that of ink and printer paper. Karen Page quietly burped, then blushed inconspicuously, looking a little embarrassed. It was not only because she had eaten most of the cookies, but also because she had nearly forgotten the important matter at hand. She had almost failed to ask Salomon where the documents had come from.

Almost, but she still asked.

Prepared for this, Salomon brushed her off with a perfectly reasonable explanation—he claimed to have found them among the materials S.H.I.E.L.D. had uploaded to the Internet. During the Hydra uprising, Natasha Romanoff had dumped most of the disclosable files online, thoroughly exposing the existence of both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. Although those materials were quickly removed from the Internet, many people had downloaded portions of them in that brief window. No one knew the full scope of the files, making Salomon's explanation both convincing and impossible to verify.

It had to