"Constantine, bring me today's divination report from the New York Sanctum's Planetary Defense System—the report covering the period when the battle occurred. The twelve-inch parchment one stamped by Mage Daniel Drum. Sorry, dear, I want to see the local news from Los Angeles. Let me see for myself whether the locals saw anything. Wanda, continue. Stephanie has already called the Los Angeles councilman. The police will not arrest you or the Ghost Rider. But to be safe, a law firm hired locally by the City of Immortals is on its way to assist you. No matter what the police ask, insist on waiting for a lawyer. I do not want to see you arrested." Salomon covered the microphone with his hand. "Contact the agent assigned to monitor Wanda and have him submit a report as well. Damn it, how could no one inform me after something like this happened?"
"Please do not blame Victoria Hand, my lord. Not everyone can work continuously around the clock as we do." The Praetorian Guard suddenly interjected over the Communication Channel. "Being overly harsh does not benefit your rule. It is my duty as your advisor to remind you of that, is it not? Ms. Wanda Maximoff, please remain calm. The City of Immortals will not let anything happen to you."
The Communication Channel fell silent for a while.
Salomon had to admit inwardly that he had been wrong. He had overlooked the gap between himself and ordinary people. Holding others to his own standards was hardly admirable, especially when Victoria Hand had handled so much work today. Being overly demanding was truly unfair. "Fine, find an opportunity to give Agent Hand a day off," he muttered. "But not today. Purging oneself is not an excuse for slowing the transmission of intelligence. Put the