"You really don't want to study?" Salomon, who had just returned to the Eternal City from Bodleian, looked at Lorelai who was slumped on the seat and couldn't help but frown. He waved at the camera placed aside, signaling Dinah in New York to hand over the task. Salomon didn't force Lorelai to pick up the book now. It was indeed very painful to be forced to study, but what was even more painful was to learn something that had no idea of its use.
So he planned to make his intentions clear to Lorelai. Of course, he would not mention a word about his ultimate goal, otherwise this witch would get the hang of it.
"Do you know why you always fail?" He picked up Lorelei from the seat and put it on his lap. His question slightly caught Lorelai's attention - she had already put on the clothes Salomon had prepared for her. She had no objection to such overly revealing clothes. On the contrary, she also enjoyed Salomon's touch. The feeling of her skin made her feel like she was one step closer to achieving her goal, at least it was much better than being locked up in one of those metal torture devices.
For half of the day, she would be imprisoned for extremely humiliating punishment. She believed that this was a game between Salomon and her. As long as Salomon failed, he would become her prey.
What Lorelai doesn't know is that these are all illusions left by Salomon.
"Why?" She pursed her lips with a dissatisfied expression, "Is there anything wrong with me wanting to enjoy a luxurious life?"
"Of course not, it's just that you always target unreliable people." Salomon pointed to the book and then to Lorelei's head, "One is brainless, the other is unhappy, the gods The two careless sons left behind by their father are really unlucky. Asgard will be destroyed sooner or later in their hands. The books I give you tell you how to maintain a luxurious life. Although it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, ruling a country has never been the same. It’s not an easy task.”
Lorelai glared at Salomon, then returned to her uninterested look. She didn't seem to listen to Salomon's words, but was playing with her long orange hair.
"It's not impossible for you to live a luxurious life anyway. You don't care how this life comes, do you?" Salomon continued, "But my queen must be knowledgeable and talented. You are not very smart now. At least with Compared with your sister, your intelligence is not enough."
"Then go find her!" Lorelai's reaction was extremely violent when she mentioned Amora. She was like a fish that kept flapping in Salomon's arms. She has been imprisoned in the dungeons of Asgard for hundreds of years, but her sister has no intention of helping her at all. The relationship between the two sisters is not necessarily very good.
"This is why your sister was not captured, but you fell into Sif's hands." Salomon said patiently, "You are not smart enough, Lorelei, so you need to learn. If you don't want to learn , you can only stay in this basement."
"Then I won't be the queen. You let me go. You don't have to worry about where I go. Anyway, I won't be caught by the Asgardians."
"Oh, really? You are the trophy I took from the hands of the Father of the Gods, and I have the power to dispose of the trophy. Learning this knowledge is the only place where you can reflect your value in my hands. If you have no value, then you can have There is only death."
Lorelai turned her head and saw Salomon's serious expression. The courage she had just raised suddenly disappeared. "Okay, I can study," she said frustratedly, "Hell, my sister hasn't studied these things either. What are you going to do? I thought you would stay here with me."
"Do you think I am as free as you?" Salomon opened the door and left without looking back. Before leaving, he also cast a spell towards the door - this room converted from a vault has a thick metal password door, and the protection measures are higher than those of the bank. With Lorelai's ability, she will never be able to open it, and even more What's more, Salomon also added multiple secret magic locks to the door, leaving Lorelai with no hope of escape.
The reason why Salomon rushed back from Bodley had nothing to do with Lorelai. It was entirely because Maya Hansen informed him that she had achieved results in transforming the Extremis virus using alchemy. As the laboratory director, she had to inform him The real boss.
"The DNA of the Knights of the Round Table was sewn into the Extremis virus." When mentioning her research results, messy-haired Maya Hansen looked proud. Behind her were several glass coffins with extremely high temperatures. There were several pieces of bones placed in the coffins, and there were some carrion on the bones.
This is an experiment that Shuri, the princess of Wakanda, cannot accept. Only Maya Hanson has practiced this process herself. The rotten flesh on the bones of these Knights of the Round Table was created by Salomon using black magic. Although the rot is not too serious, the negative energy contained in every trace of flesh and blood will kill the fragile virus when the Extremis virus transcribes the genetic material. But if the positive energy potion given by Salomon is used to neutralize it, the rotten flesh will turn into a puddle of foul-smelling mud, and no effective genetic material can be extracted at all.
That's what Maya Hansen had to overcome these days, and it looks like she's succeeded.
"I placed the ether particles on the alchemy symbols according to the method you gave. The Druid Order of Sora Red Forest was very helpful. They helped adjust the alchemy symbols and took the trouble to modify them many times. "At this moment, Maya Hansen was still immersed in excitement, and the high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order, the blond girl with glasses, lowered her head shyly.
Maya Hansen's test bed looks like a mix of advanced science and ignorant superstition, but that's where she made her technological breakthroughs.
"Although it didn't last long, it was enough for the Extremis virus to transcribe the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table."
"Very good, then the first phase of the experiment is about to begin. Are you mentally prepared?" Salomon bent down and looked at the Extremis viruses that were put in the refrigerator. These Extremis viruses have transcribed the effectiveness of the Knights of the Round Table. Fragments of genetic material. Even in a low-temperature environment, the Extremis virus still glows with orange light. "I don't want the experimental subjects to explode. The Extremis virus is just a gene tailoring tool."
"I know." Maya Hansen was not frustrated by this. On the contrary, she was more concerned about the problem of the experiment, "Can we use the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table to create super soldiers? I am not in the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table. Discover something beyond ordinary people.”
"Of course not." Salomon shook his head, "You still have one last step to do."
"What?"
"Use the DNA of myself and the Asgardians as the base, and cut the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table into it. Only in this way can the experimental subjects exert superhuman powers. Not only the Knights of the Round Table, but also the DNA of many celebrities in history will be cut into it. You need to make labels and conduct epigenetic research. I will provide you with part of the genetic material, and we will adjust each base pair. Once we are sure it is usable, we will start experiments."
Although Maya Hansen had long known that Salomon's idea pushed the boundaries of ethics and morality, she was still taken aback by Salomon's proposal. "You should know that after the Extremis virus cuts your DNA fragments into the experimental subject, that experimental subject can be regarded as your blood relative." She said, "Have you decided to do this?"
"Of course." Salomon turned his head and stared into Maya Hansen's eyes, "You have to remember, Maya, no matter what you think, experimental subjects are just tools, and only successful experimental subjects are valuable."
"Then what are you going to do now?"
"Go find you experimental subjects and genetic material fragments." Salomon waved his hand and disappeared into the portal.
"You mean, you're going to dig a grave?" Maya Hansen glanced at the neatly arranged test tubes. The test tubes already contained the DNA of several Knights of the Round Table. She didn't know what Salomon was going to find. The remains of ancient heroes, but she still had a bad feeling.
This experiment might be more cruel than she imagined.
