Salomon's method was very simple and crude, and did not reflect much intelligence. Their enemies were not as difficult to deal with as the guardians of the British Museum.
Of course, this refers to the magical level.
Even so, the opponent this time is not an easy character to deal with. The descendants of the Puritans who participated in the Salem Witch Trials and the Puritan civil servant families who hanged innocent women still control Salem for generations.
The politics and economy are the patrimonial system of capitalism.
Ricky White is a descendant of one of the civilian officials' families, and he is a senator from Salem.
Salomon and Master Xiao Wang found a coffee shop across the street from the city hall, where they sat, waiting for the politician to appear.
"Well, it tastes like hot mud." Salomon held a cup of coffee with too much milk and sugar in his hand. He always hated coffee. No matter how much milk and sugar was added, his mouth would always feel sour.
He squinted at Master Wang who was sitting across from the small white round table and said, "Brother Wang, is this the first tuna sandwich you have eaten? We are here to monitor, not to eat."
"My father has not had time to confiscate the living allowance that was just paid yesterday." Master Wang patted his chubby belly and said nonchalantly, "Of course I will seize the opportunity to eat something delicious. Do you like to eat Kama Taj?"
The cafeteria? Which of us doesn’t go to the Hong Kong Temple to eat?”
Salomon rolled his eyes. Master Xiao Wang still maintains an optimistic attitude towards his body shape. He firmly believes that only by eating more and making himself fatter can he have the strength to survive the hardships of Kamathaj.
Training, at least you can have some buffer when someone punches you in the stomach.
It is a good thing to have a broad mind and a fat body, but it is an anomaly in the Kama Taj Headquarters, which pays attention to ascetic practice. People there are either thin or strong, but you are a fat man with a pair of abdominal muscles. If not, who will hit you?
?
"How long are we going to wait here?" Master Xiao Wang burped with satisfaction. Today was the most enjoyable day for him to eat. Without Master Hamil's supervision, he ate like a wild dog on the loose.
And he was satisfied and naturally had no impatience. The reason why he asked this was just to know if he still had time to eat a few more.
"I don't know." Salomon shook his head.
But Salomon is very patient - the politician will not stay here forever. He always has to go out to socialize, have fun, and take care of his own business. This is the product of the dictatorship with capitalist characteristics and will always wait for him.
"If you send me to Washington, I will promise to make reforms and guarantee with my life that my true intentions will not change." On the noisy TV screen in the cafe, Ricky White was making an impassioned speech. From the background
As can be seen from the above, his location is right in front of Salem's city hall.
"I will always be Ricky White, Son of Salem, and I will always fight for everything we have, to the best of my ability..."
Maybe it's because the TV in the coffee shop is in disrepair. Not only does the picture always have a little noise, but the sound also has a little noise.
Ricky White's election manifesto gradually became blurry. Salomon leaned his body on a soft chair with cushions and soft backrests, watching the withered yellow leaves rolling past the street outside the window.
He closed his eyes slightly, and slowly, the noise disappeared, as did the sound of passing vehicles. He could hear the dripping sound of the faucet in the cafe's kitchen, the resonance of the water droplets hitting the stainless steel sink, and the fluorescent tubes.
The sound of electric current caused by poor contact.
Even further away, there is the clicking sound of the radio knob, the mucus sound of lips and tongues separating between lovers, and the distant chirping of birds.
"Hey, Salomon, wake up!" A sudden shaking interrupted Salomon's meditation, "They're coming out!"
Salomon opened his eyes and yawned.
This is the power of a saint that His Holiness said. He will gradually possess stronger physical qualities than ordinary people, such as superior hearing and vision. These abilities will gradually appear as he grows older. But he also
He is not the Superman in the comics. According to the Venerable, his body is just strengthened by magic power. He will not fall out of the category of human beings no matter what, although this is already an exaggeration for ordinary people.
During the short rest, he only meditated and did not perform the astral projection that he had always disliked - this spell was studied by the Venerable according to the Tibetan Tantric classics, and this spell is usually Kama Taj's spell that he studied all night
used when.
Salomon scoffed at this and said, "Just sleep well. Why do you have to do so many troublesome things?"
Of course, the classics on Kama Taj are not limited to astral projection. Masters who are interested in this aspect can also continue to study the Yangshen Dharma of Zhang Boduan, the real person of Ziyang, collected by the Venerable.
It’s just that no one is learning it. The method of dual cultivation of life and life sounds good, but it takes too long and is always inconsistent with the purpose of Kama Taj.
Salomon followed Master Xiao Wang's line of sight and looked out. Just outside the glass window, Ricky White, who had short blond hair, walked out of the city hall gate with his secretary Gloria on his arm and was about to get on a bus.
Black car.
"Stop! Don't interrupt my spell casting." Salomon retracted his hand and began to recite the spell in a low voice.
The town of Salem is not big, and even the streets are not too spacious. Most of the buildings here have gray-black walls and look very cold. It seems that the residents here prefer a peaceful life, and they have no idea what to develop into a big city.
Things like towns aren't too interesting.
Therefore, the cafe Salomon was in was not far from Ricky White, and the spell he cast was enough to reach the target.
When Master Xiao Wang saw Salomon pointing his finger, Ricky White and his secretary Gloria, who was wearing a red plush piping jacket, fell to the ground. When Master Xiao Wang took a closer look, he was shocked.
"You...how did you take off his pants!" He stared at Salomon with his eyes widened in disbelief, "What kind of magic is this?"
"Pants removal," Salomon replied.
This magic is a prank used by many wizard apprentices in Golarion, but many mages who have been famous for many years still use this spell as one of their common spells. Because except for warriors wearing plate armor, whether you use a belt or a sling,
It can't stop the pants from falling to the ankles. As long as you don't want to fight with your bare buttocks, otherwise even the legendary warrior will not be able to escape this magic.
Who can avoid tripping over pants that have fallen off?
Ricky White stood up in a panic, and his bodyguards in black suits blocked the view of others in time - after all, a senator taking off his pants in the street is not good news.
"Okay, we can set off." Salomon stood up and walked towards the target while continuing to recite the spell.
The bodyguards in black who originally looked very majestic all bent down, because their pants fell to the ground one by one, which attracted the attention of tourists. Salomon took Master Xiao Wang
He quickly squeezed through.
The bodyguards in black were hurriedly holding up their trousers while blocking reporters. They tried to stop the paparazzi from taking pictures, but with little success because their trousers had been stepped on by clever reporters and they could not take a step forward.
Salomon squeezed back and forth among the crowd, chanting spells constantly in his mouth. With his magic, the movements and reactions of the crowd around him became slower. He raised one hand above his head,
Golden dust filled everyone's head.
"Close your eyes." He whispered to Master Xiao Wang, and then there was a bright light as strong as a flash bomb. The onlookers couldn't help but close their eyes, and some even shed tears because of excessive eyeball stimulation.