This was an arduous battle, and it was his first time to embark on such a harsh and cold battlefield. His enemies were the physiological reactions caused by the friction of black stockings on the body, the pleasure deep into the bone marrow and the slight pain brought by high heels, and the positive feedback engraved in the primate genes since ancient times, along with the pace of evolution.

Salomon deeply realized the difficult choices in the evolution of mammals. The speed of reproduction represents the speed of occupying a limited living space. In order to retain the advantages on the road of evolution, humans have to extend the time to nurture life. Everything in the world is equivalent exchange, and this difficult choice also makes humans stand at the top of the earth's food chain.

Every sigh of his voice was a sword swing at the enemy of the battle, and every powerful beating of his heart declared that he had not surrendered. The witch's cry also swore the beginning of the counterattack, but the caster recited a spell, and the ultimate pleasure disturbed the witch's brain, proclaiming her defeat under the magic of Salomon.

The Cheshire cat licked its paws disdainfully. Isn’t it just a kitten? Why are humans so happy? Its kitten ruled the legion of the building. Every female cat here belongs to it, but it has never shown it.

After this incident was discovered, its balls disappeared. Thinking of this, the Cheshire Cat let out a wail.

The artificial human in maid outfit tilted her head in discomfort. She could not understand what her master was doing. Is this a sacred human ritual? Did her master also give her the function of performing such a ritual when she created her?

The secret mage and the witch lay exhausted in the bathtub. The witch sat on Salomon. The warm water exceeded the witch's waist, which made her sigh of satisfaction. The battle took a long time, and Salomon used many related spells to make the battle have a perfect result. "You are a man now, Boya." The witch chuckled and said, "Don't steal food in the future, such as female spies, archaeologists..."

"I promise that this has never happened." Salomon swears. Then the witch's kiss fell, and his slender palm moved restlessly again. The secret mage felt that he had entered the unparalleled paradise again. It was the great Eden, the paradise of the world, and all peace is where everything is. It was the sky garden of Babylon, the ultimate beauty, and all the beautiful things in it. He longed for the witch, just as the witch longed for her.

"We should change to a bigger bathtub," she said, "at least we have to lie in two people."

"Of course, I'll buy it tomorrow!" Salomon said seriously, "I'll learn how to decorate tomorrow."

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"You performed very well." Athena satisfactorily placed the roasted lasagna in front of Salomon, and the hot cheese exuded an attractive fragrance. But Salomon did not show the appetite he deserved. With his pale face, he barely picked up the knife and fork with the disgusting gaze and help of Lorna. With his physique, this situation is unlikely to happen, but his opponent is the Witch of Ambra, the most terrifying woman in the world, so his symptoms of sore waist and weak legs are already very mild.

"This is a man's way." Athena pinched the muscles on Salomon's arm, "There is no need to feel shy. Look at the sculptures of ancient Greece. Your muscles are no worse than those on the sculptures. The muscles I want you to train over the years are extremely attractive to women. Such things will happen in the future. Little Lorna, don't you?"

"Brother Salomon does not wear sunglasses, hooded sweatshirts and basketball uniforms, how could a woman fall in love with him?"

"The art course I want you to learn is to prevent your aesthetic from being assimilated by street culture, to see how you look now, loose clothes, sunglasses and gold chains, you kid..."

Salomon picked up the cup in a daze and drank a sip of hot tea. He listened to nothing. On the contrary, the pleasant memories brought to him by the witch continued until now, and he wanted to do it again. It was not until the sound of the car keys colliding in front of him that he came back from the pleasant memories. Athena suddenly realized something was wrong with him.

"I probably shouldn't have let you come here so soon," she said with a smile. "There is an exhibition today, and I might invite Joan of Arc to visit with me?"

"Ah, no need." Salomon suddenly woke up. When Joan of Arc returned home, she keenly discovered the unusual smell and traces in the house. The cleaning of artificial people had not been completely completed, and Salomon had not yet gotten up from the bed in the bedroom. After the messy family comedy, Joan of Arc reluctantly tolerate Salomon sleeping in Beyonetta's bed, and the price was that she was sleeping in the middle - the bed was very big and could accommodate three people, just repair the bullet holes on the sheets.

He can do this job.

"I don't think Joan of Arc is so easy to be fooled." He stuffed a piece of lasagna into his mouth and chewed it casually. "Now, she goes wherever Beyonetta goes, and she's almost the same as a kitten."

"You are doing very well." The Supreme Master looked at Salomon and drank the carefully prepared herbal soup. With each sip, his face turned a little rosy and his muscle aches gradually eased. "You should have done this long ago." The Venerable said with satisfaction, "If it were in the past, you should have followed two runny little boys. You have a sword, a rifle, an armor, and a horse. Even if you lose anything else, you will not lack women with your ability to lead heavy cavalry."

The Venerable gave a large speech on the life habits of the nobles in the past, saying such as "You can at least go to a countess' bed and run away when their husbands break in" and "You can at least go through the windows of three unmarried noble girls and won't be discovered by the maids", which made Salomon full of concern about the aristocratic life before the Middle Ages. The Supreme Master also believed that even in the past, Salomon could succeed as a member of the Knights of the Round Table with his own abilities, and perhaps Morgan Lefee would personally recruit him.

"You should go to see the Father of the Gods in a while." As soon as the tone changed, the Supreme Master mentioned Odin, who had just been thrown on Earth. After Salomon expressed concern about the mental state of the Father of the Gods, the Venerable immediately made his disdainful remarks. "The Father of the Gods did not mean to blame Kamataj, after all, this was Loki's fault. He did not intend to contact Thor. With Loki's ability and Heimdal's supervision, Loki could not do anything to overthrow Asgard. He only wanted the throne. According to the information, Loki is enjoying now."

"What about Gangnir? I remember that the Father of the Gods did not bring that gun when he came to Earth."

"Do you think it's possible? Wherever Odin is, Gangniel is."

"In other words, Asgard's real power is still in the hands of the Father of the Gods?" Salomon drank the last herbal soup in the cup, and quickly stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, so that the bitter taste in his mouth. He said, "Is this true for the Father of the Gods still treating Loki as a monkey?"

"You are right to say that." The Venerable nodded, "Don't think that a god king would be stupid enough to keep a backup plan. Even I can't guess what Odin plans to do next. Every order issued by Loki will be given to him. When you go to Finland, you will know that the father of the gods is still handling official duties."
Chapter completed!