"Girls, see how depraved his taste has."

Joan of Arc looked through the data board and showed a sly smile. Instead of stopping it, Salomon stuffed a piece of meat into himself and Milia's mouth. Even the Cheshire Cat got a small piece of fat, which was something that Milia didn't eat. "You've investigated this party planner so deeply." Joan of Arc showed the picture on the data board to the others at the dining table, "Does she have anything to pay attention to?"

"No, except for her long life, there is no." Salomon held a cigarette and used a sip of wine to rush the meat into his stomach. Immortality is already very special, but for this manor, his actual physiological age has long been countless due to frequent cross-galaxy travel, and the two witches are also over 500 years old.

"Born about the time of Sescrore."

"In the late Neolithic period, from 7510 to 6190 BC." Laura Crawford raised her barbecue fork. If there was any benefit to recuperating here, it was that she would no longer be surprised by the existence of the immortal. There was a lot of knowledge here, and she could absorb it freely. She looked at the photos carefully. "There is now evidence that the Greek Sescro immigrants came from Asia Minor. The black hair and high cheekbones were very consistent with the racial characteristics of Anatolia. If this is true, that is, this woman lived for almost ten thousand years?"

"Since someone understands that I am handling official duties." Salomon clapped his palms, scaring Melia. He hurriedly comforted the girl sitting on his thighs, then stretched out his fingers and asked Dinah to pour Laura Crawford a glass of whiskey. This manor does have many exquisite rules, but that is for the guests to see rather than what the owner of the manor himself needs to abide by. The rules will make people feel distance and can set off the unattainable owner of the manor. Salomon himself does not need those annoying rules.

"I love this." Laura Crawford drank two servings of whiskey, and she put the Iberian ham in the appetizer on a small fried bread cube and stuffed it into her mouth. This way of eating is not necessarily delicious, but it will definitely satisfy her. The relaxed atmosphere on the table completely infected her. "I am also interested in your official duties." Laura Crawford swallowed the food, "I haven't seen anyone who has lived for so long. The Holy Source?"

"No, the sacred source is just a byproduct of the philosopher stone." Salomon said, "You can find ways to make philosopher stones in my library, and there is also an alchemy dictionary for reference. As long as you can learn it, you can also make philosopher stones. Wanda?"

"Hmm?" The red-haired witch raised her head from the plate.

"I think after dinner Miss Crawford needs some information about the Red Dragon pathway, the kind made by wet."

"How important is this woman?" Beyonetta interrupted the topic of being about to go astray. Although she hated Salomon to take official duties to the manor, especially to the table to deal with it, if there is a business that is so troublesome that Salomon needs to be taken to the table to deal with it, it means that it is a big trouble. If he has trouble, it means that there is trouble in the manor. Beyonetta will definitely not allow anyone to destroy her peaceful life now.

"Chen Shen Clan."

The dining table became quiet, and only Milia and Cheshire Cat were still chewing food. Even though the library of Shadow Witch is not as rich as that of Kama Taj, as a witch who reads a lot of books, Beyonetta and Joan of Arc have also read relevant documents. Even Wanda Maximov, who was burying his head in enjoying food, stopped. When she was at Strak Castle, she had heard that the first, second and third arrivals were a disaster beyond human imagination. Some human groups became extinct, just because the Gods Group regarded humans as a genetic research project to study the impact of the first arrival. To be precise, Salomon's expectations for human populations were also based on the first arrival. He believed that the human race had infinite potential, becoming a race that surpassed all races in the Milky Way, and becoming a destiny.

When Salomon explains to her why the existence of God is harmful and unhelpful, the God Group is the best example: if a God is truly omniscient and omnipotent, then worship and prayer will lose its meaning, and superstition can only prove human weakness and fear. Human beings need faith, but what they need faith is human beings’ own courage and unity, belief in reason and sacrifice.

"She is one of the tools of the Gods, the guardian of the Gods' genetic engineering." Salomon took a deep breath of the cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray. He picked up a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth to remove the sweetness of the herbal ointment remaining on the tip of his tongue. "I discovered and tracked her many years ago to find out her purpose and ideas, but now I find that she deserves attention. She and her fellow tribe."

"Why are you paying attention to this now?"

"Because of their deformed, exiled, and incomplete tribes are leading the Dark Clan to Earth." Salomon said the information he received from his adoptive mother. He did not reveal all the truth, and only he himself knew the deeper and more subtle information. He was worried that the Eternal Clan would be related to himself in time travel. To be precise, if the Eternal Clan has been hiding in human society or guided human development in secret, then the Eternal Clan must be related to him. "The Eternal Clan is not the complete Eternal Clan, they just live longer, but they have a way to resurrect themselves. A technology that we know very little, captures specific souls from the Sea of ​​Ether and instills into specific bodies."

"The meat-receiving ceremony," Beyonetta said, "not exactly technology."

"Maybe, we don't know the attitude of the Eternal Clan toward the exiles." Salomon looked serious. The atmosphere at the dining table was still the same, but it was no longer as warm as before. "No matter what, destroying that tool, completely cutting off the resurrection of this race, and cutting off the possibility of the dark overlord's resurrection. I must kill them before they summon their masters, because we have no power to deal with their masters now, and the past battles are no longer possible because the death of the gods will reappear, and our probability of victory is very low."

"Why didn't she summon their master now?" asked Joan of Arc, "if the Eternals wanted to do so."

"I don't know, and I don't care. I just need to know that she has the ability to do this. There is no need to consider whether she and her fellow tribes want to do this. Several kind eternal tribes cannot sacrifice the lives of any innocent people for the moral sense of self-satisfaction. Any sacrifice that is meaningless to the continuation of human race is a waste." Cold words were spoken out from the perfect lips, and the atmosphere on the dining table changed. Laura Crawford didn't know what the eternal tribe was and what the gods were. She didn't understand the era when the gods were walking on the earth in the conversation, but she could still hear some kind of resistance and hatred from those words.

She had witnessed the wars fought by those soldiers in Paiditi, which was a war that humans could not bear.

"No matter what the Eternals think, they will never be able to fight their masters. Since erasing the threat ahead of time is what we should do, I will not let the lives of human soldiers sprinkle on meaningless battlefields."

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