This was an arduous battle, and this was the first time he had set foot on such a harsh and cold battlefield. His enemy is the physiological reaction caused by the friction of black stockings on the body, the pleasure that penetrates into the bone marrow and the slight pain caused by high heels. It is the positive feedback that has been engraved in primate genes along with the pace of evolution since ancient times.
Salomon deeply understands the difficult choices made in the evolution of mammals. The speed of reproduction represents the speed of occupying limited living space. In order to retain the advantages on the road of evolution, humans have to extend the time of gestation of life. Everything in the world is an exchange of equal value, and this difficult choice has also allowed humans to stand at the top of the earth's food chain.
Every sigh he makes is a sword swing against the enemy in this battle, and every powerful beat of his heart declares that he will never surrender. The witch's cry also announced the beginning of the counterattack, but the caster recited the spell, and the extreme pleasure disrupted the witch's brain, announcing her defeat under Salomon's magic.
The Cheshire Cat licked his paws disdainfully. Isn't it just making a kitten? Why are humans so happy? Its kittens are the army that rules this building. Every female cat here belongs to it, but it has never shown off.
After this was discovered, its balls disappeared. Thinking of this, the Cheshire Cat let out a wail.
The android in maid uniform also tilted her head in confusion. She couldn't understand what her master was doing. Is this some sacred human ritual? Did her master also endow her with the function of performing such a ritual when she was created?
The mystic and the witch lay exhausted in the bathtub. The witch sat on Salomon. The warm water reached the witch's waist, making her sigh with contentment. This battle took a long time, and Salomon cast many related spells to achieve a perfect result. "You are a man now, boya." The witch chuckled and said, "Don't eat secretly in the future, such as female spies, archaeologists..."
"I promise this never happened," Salomon swore. Immediately afterwards, the witch's kiss fell, and her slender palms moved restlessly again. The mystic mage felt that he had entered an unparalleled paradise again. That is the great Eden, the paradise on earth, where all peace lies. It was the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the ultimate beauty, with all the beautiful things in it. He longed for the witch as the witch longed for her.
"We should get a bigger bathtub," she said. "It has to be big enough for at least two people."
"Of course, I'll buy it tomorrow!" Salomon said seriously, "I'll learn how to decorate it tomorrow."
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"You performed very well." Athena placed the baked lasagna in front of Salomon with satisfaction, and the hot cheese exuded an alluring aroma. But Salomon did not show the proper appetite. With a pale face, he reluctantly picked up the knife and fork with the help of little Lorna's disgusted eyes. Based on his physique, this situation is unlikely to happen, but his opponent is Umbrella Witch, the most terrifying woman in the world, so the pain in his waist and weakness in his legs are already very mild.
"This is the only way for men." Athena squeezed the muscles on Salomon's arm. "There is no need to feel shy. Look at those ancient Greek sculptures. Your muscles are no worse than those on the sculptures. The muscles I've asked you to build over the years are extremely attractive to women, and something like this will happen again in the future. Little Lorna, don't you think so?"
"Brother Salomon doesn't wear sunglasses, a hooded sweatshirt, or a basketball uniform. How can any woman fall in love with him?"
"The art course I want you to take is to prevent your aesthetics from being assimilated by street culture. Look at what you look like now, with baggy clothes, sunglasses and gold chains, you kid..."
Salomon picked up the cup dully and took a sip of hot tea. He heard nothing. On the contrary, the pleasant memories brought to him by the witch lasted until now, and he wanted to do it again. It wasn't until the sound of the car keys clinking in front of him that he came back to his senses from the happy memories. Athena immediately noticed something was wrong with him.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let you come here so soon." She said with a smile, "There is another exhibition today. Maybe I can invite Joan of Arc to visit with me?"
"Ah, no need." Salomon suddenly woke up. When Joan of Arc returned home, she was keenly aware of the unusual smells and traces in the house. The cleaning work of the artificial man had not been completely completed, and Salomon had not yet gotten out of bed in the bedroom. After the hilarious family comedy, Joan finally tolerated Salomon sleeping in Bayonetta's bed at the expense of her sleeping in the middle - the bed was so big that it could accommodate three people. , just repair the bullet holes in the sheets.
He can do this job.
"I don't think Jeanne will be so easily fooled." He stuffed a piece of lasagna into his mouth and chewed it casually. "Now Bayonetta will go wherever she goes, never leaving, just with the kitten. almost."
"You performed well." The Sorcerer Supreme watched as Salomon drank the carefully prepared herbal soup. With each sip, his complexion became rosier, and his muscle soreness gradually eased. "You should have done this a long time ago." The Venerable said with satisfaction. "In the past, you should have been followed by two snot-nosed brats. You have a sword, a lance, armor, and If you lose a horse, even if you lose other things, with your ability to lead heavy cavalry, you will not be short of women."
His Holiness gave a speech about the past aristocratic living habits, saying things such as "At least you can sleep with a countess and escape when their husbands break in" and "At least you can turn over Words like "the windows of three unmarried aristocratic girls will not be discovered by maids" made Salomon full of worries about the aristocratic life before the Middle Ages. The Supreme Mage also believed that even in the past, Salomon could successfully become a member of the Knights of the Round Table with his own ability, and maybe Morgan le Fay would personally recruit him.
"You should go see the Father of the Gods in a while." The conversation changed and the Supreme Mage mentioned Odin, who had just been thrown to the earth. After Salomon expressed concern about the mental state of the Father of the Gods, His Holiness immediately made his own disparaging remarks. "The Father of the Gods has no intention of blaming Karma Taj. After all, this is Loki's fault. He also has no intention of contacting Thor. With Loki's ability and Heimdall's supervision, Loki can't do anything to overthrow Al Sgard’s big deal, he just wants the throne, and according to the intelligence, Loki is having fun now.”
"What about Gangnir? I remember that the Father of the Gods did not bring that gun with him when he came to Earth."
"Do you think it's possible? Wherever Odin is, there is Gungnir."
"In other words, the real power of Asgard is still in the hands of the Father of the Gods?" Salomon drank the last of the herbal soup in the cup, and then quickly stuffed a piece of gummy candy into his mouth. Get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth. He said, "The father of the gods still treats Loki like a monkey, is that right?"
"You are right to say that." The Venerable nodded, "Don't think that a god-king would be so stupid that he would not leave any backup options. Even I can't guess what Odin plans to do next. Every statement released by Loki Someone will come here to give it to him every time he orders it. You will know when you go to Finland, and now the father of the gods is still handling official business."
"Poor Loki." Salomon stuffed himself with a piece of gummy candy again, and then stood up unsteadily.
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