After Salomon became an adult, the Supreme Mage rarely gave him instructions directly. On the one hand, he was independent in terms of legal significance and economic conditions (although he was older, he was still twenty-one in the legal sense). On the other hand, Salomon has begun to regard the work of the Immortal City and Kama Taj as his own business. On the other hand, his authority in Kama Taj was second only to the Supreme Mage, but in fact, the Supreme Mage has already handed over all the authority to him, and many reports from the three temples will be handed over to him. He also has the power to order the secret mage to perform tasks, and even the dungeons that preserve many secrets can be unobstructed.

Simply put, like the Supreme Master, he can do what he thinks is necessary.

For example, trying to deliver letters to Hela, the goddess of death, through the roots of the World Tree leading to Neilforheim is necessary.

"I thought you were going to break in and fight her!" Victor von Dum couldn't help but pat his head, "But you actually wrote in the letter, 'Your dad wants to come here to find you, you will be out soon, I'll wait for you at the door. Don't kill people, or I'll twist your head off. Kiss Kiss, and night night'. You're absolutely crazy. What do you think this is useful? Hell, I don't know why I'm coming with you!"

"Although I don't know what Wotan has plans, it's not a bad thing to make Hela crazy." Salomon shrugged. "I've fought with her once or twice, but she never knew who I was. So I signed the letter to let her know that I'll wait for her outside. At that time, no matter who is waiting here, Hela will be madly stinged with a sword. Think about it, if Wotan wants to talk to her...wow, no matter what it is, we have to make sure that this happens, don't we?"

The so-called signature is a simple graffiti drawn at the end of the letter using yellow and black crayons stolen from the schoolbass of a child who went to elementary school. A man wearing yellow armor held a sword, and a man with a black head with a horn on his head laying on the ground, sticking out his tongue. In addition, there is a very ugly black cat that spans the front and back of the paper, and will make a cat moan with a slight poke. This is a little magic, very practical and often used in painting.

When he thought of this, Victor von Dum's iron mask breathing grille sounded a heavy whirring sound of breathing wind. Without hearing the buzzing of finger servo joints, he could guess with his toes. He originally thought that Salomon came here to challenge or make some heroic moves, and he planned to ensure Salomon's safety, because there would be no way for the Latovians to live a good life without Salomon.

Victor von Doom had no idea of ​​Salomon's absurd behavior at all.

Although he had known for a long time that Salomon is the kind of guy who can use magic to create butterflies to make children happy. When he was a child, he often used the small spells he invented to make people or make Modu furious, but he did not expect that Salomon, who had grown up, could do such a thing. "You will not have a chance to joke in the future, Salomon." He said seriously, and the eyes behind the eyepiece poked on Salomon like two knives. "Although your method is very effective, don't do such a child next time, okay? You are the monarch of the Immortal City, and the monarch of the entire human race in the future. No one wants to see a king joking!"

"I know, I know, I will return the crayons. I don't want to see a crying little boy. Let's relax, Victor, I want to enjoy life while I am now. I know I'm not qualified to say this because I have been much luckier than you since I was born, and you have suffered more suffering than many people in the world. But life cannot be just about fighting - look around us, don't look at the glaciers, see farther. This is human society. We can go to the bar in the town to drink it, or add a raw egg to the whiskey...",

"We have already drunk two thousand milliliters of whiskey today!"

Salomon pretended not to hear Victor von Dum's complaint "... Listen to the laughter of humanity and throw the empty bottle to Neilforheim. I'm sure this will help reduce environmental pollution on the earth. I believe that the goddess of death who hasn't tasted alcohol for thousands of years will definitely go crazy, and if she is already crazy, it will be even more crazy. Don't be like my assistant, although she is cute, it is really annoying sometimes."

“For example, when she reminds you to drink too much?”

"Oh Huo, you are more annoying than her now! I don't want an annoying Regent, I want..."

"Don't be like a fool! Don't slide down the glacier like a child! Oh Shit!" Victor von Doom made a regretful voice, "What kind of crazy did I do to promise your regent!"

"Oh, you mean you had a fight with someone in a tavern in a Norwegian town. After the police arrived, you drank with the police again?" Beyonita walked around the living room, her black silk pajamas were windless, and her exquisite triangle sapphire earrings were shining brightly. It was normal without looking at the gun in her hand. "You drank everyone until you fell down, including the only policeman in the town. This doesn't explain what the lip marks on your face are, little boy!"

"Maybe the bartender was reserved. After all, many people wanted to kiss my face at that time, but some wanted to use fists, and some wanted to use their lips. The former failed, and I'm not sure if the latter was the same. Everyone liked me, so the scene was a bit chaotic." Salomon handed Dinah a pancake on a plate, and Dinah put it on the table. Occasionally, it was Salomon's interest in taking charge of the food preparation at home, and Dinah also liked to watch her owner cook.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Including those guys who were knocked out by me, they wanted to invite me to take drugs, and the police were next to me! This is probably the most ridiculous thing I have ever experienced in my life!" Salomon picked up the bacon and put it in the pot. This was what Joan of Arc asked, and she wanted to eat some crispy bacon. In fact, she was sitting upright at the dining table, staring at the small pot in Salomon's hand with light gray eyes. She didn't want to miss the combination of baguettes and bacon with garlic butter. The taste made her feel back to her hometown. Since Beyonetta dragged her from the bed, she has been depressed and urgently needed the deliciousness of her hometown to relieve her bad mood. So today's dessert is a sore macaron, and Dinah is already preparing.

"What's even more ridiculous is that you actually snatched the live octopus from the sushi restaurant for viewing with those people!"

"The octopus wanted to go back to the sea, and I heard it say that!"

"Are you sure you didn't take drugs?"

"Of course not. The alchemy potion I made myself is a thousand times better than that. This is an accident, really. In addition, the bartender is a man of similar height to me. He is gay, so the lip mark is a bit big." For ordinary people, the behavior of alcoholism has no effect on him. Even if the concentration of alcohol in the blood is so high that it can be ignited, his brain will not be affected at all. Victor von Dum left early to complete his mission. Before leaving the town, Salomon went to the cave to see it to make sure that the goddess of death Hela did not reply.

"And I've washed my face," he said, "clean, without any trace."

"Oh! That's all right!" Beyonita threw away the pistol casually. The Cheshire Cat jumped up from the carpet tacitly and hugged the precious magic gun, then bit the barrel like a fish, and kicked the grip desperately with her hind legs. Phoenix tilted his head, making sure the Cheshire Cat would not hit the trigger and shot himself, and then continued to stay on his pole and hold the pen with his claws and write new verses. Salomon had already negotiated with the publisher with a fake identity, and Phoenix would publish a new collection of poems six months later.
Chapter completed!