Water flowed from the brass faucet, and the almost boiling hot water overflowed from the beautifully embossed edge of the brass bathtub and hit the mosaic tile floor. The white dress hastily dropped on the floor was wetted by the overflowing water and became blurry and transparent.
Athena hugged her knees with her arms and curled up so that the water was up to her chest. She closed her eyes and exhaled a long breath. The trained muscles on her back and her tired spirit were gradually relieved by the hot water soaking. This kind of temperature could not help at all.
It hurt her that the high temperature that a household electric water heater could not heat was the temperature she wanted. The emperor pulled out his fingers from under the water, and the extradimensional power wrapped around his palm turned into flickering sparks and then disappeared. He was the one who briefly acted as the water heater.
, summoning a pile of boiling water is no trouble.
Athena was lying on the edge of the bathtub with a smile on her face, her half-opened eyes filled with thick steam.
"Take it." She stretched out her wet, steaming and dripping arms, and raised the wet sponge in front of the emperor in an almost arrogant manner, "I provide you with prophecies, and you provide me with
Serving, isn’t this a very reasonable thing?”
The emperor took the sponge expressionlessly, put it into the bathtub to draw boiling water, and then placed it on Athena's shoulder. The hot water squeezed out of the sponge and rolled down her smooth white back, submerging it into the looming sea under the water.
Milky white body. From the beginning of his education, Athena has been his enlightenment benchmark for classicism and the beauty of ancient Greek art. Her body best illustrates what beauty is. This is a supernatural beauty, and her flesh and bones are formed from the concept of extradimensionality.
Creation is filled and anchored by myths and legends. No matter from any angle, no matter what state she is in, she has a solemn beauty. Even when she acts as a mannequin and uses herself as an example to teach the emperor painting and sculpture, it is the same, eternal beauty.
Throughout, it is as unshakable as a star.
"When I was fifteen and eighteen, you asked me to do this every day." He said in a straightforward tone. Even though some time had passed, the smell of ashes after the dream burned still lingered in his nose.
, until it was extinguished by the thick steam, "It's the same now, I think you are just looking for an opportunity to enjoy the feeling of being served by me."
"Prophecy is a very tiring thing, and it is the same for me. This is a reasonable reward."
Athena didn't open her eyes at all.
She sat curled up and kneeling in the bathtub, just like a female deity in a classic oil painting, with her head resting on her arms placed on the brass angels on the edge of the bathtub. Her satin-like blond hair flowed down like a waterfall, half floating on the water.
On one side, it hung down outside the bathtub and caressed the skin exposed by the emperor after rolling up his sleeves like a feather. Sharing consciousness is a very intimate thing, and only people who are honest with each other can do it. The emperor did not choose to completely love Athena.
Frankly, because he has too many secrets that cannot be known. Athena needs extra energy to share her consciousness, otherwise she will not even be able to pass through the maze of the emperor's surface thinking, which is undoubtedly an offense and to her self-esteem.
It was a huge hurt, even if she wanted to express her anger, it was understandable.
She provided the emperor with the omen after interpretation, which took a long time.
There is no concept of time in the space where consciousness exists. Hundreds of years of experience in somatosensory time may only occur in the blink of an eye in reality. It is difficult for someone to be immersed in it at such a deep level. Just the gap between somatosensory time and real time is enough to turn a person upside down.
After all, not everyone can endure the aging of the soul and ensure that their soul will not be lost in the long time and chaotic experiences. "I have seen the marble sculptures you carved, the fanaticism of St. Teresa, that piece
It took you many years to complete the work." She closed her eyes and murmured in a dreamy whisper, "Can you say that you didn't use me as a reference when carving the female body?"
"Indeed." The emperor nodded and admitted, "But I also made reference to the image of the witch."
The emperor's keen hearing captured her voice that barely left her throat. She was right, he was willing to paint the scene in front of him, and used a rococo style that he rarely touched, because only this style could depict
It shows her posture and expression after she put down her weapons and took off her long skirt and armor. François Boucher's brushwork is worth learning, such as the 1742 painting "Anna After the Bath", but the eroticism in the picture
In terms of expression, Jean-Honoré Fragonard's "Latch" is more intense and more in line with Athena's current state and the restrained emotions she displays.
Athena responded briefly, then stopped talking, enjoying the emperor's caress and the scalding hot water. After a while, she raised her head again and opened her eyes as clear and blue as the lake under the sun.
Looking at the emperor. The gradually cooling water drops rolled down from her chest and hair, but her expression remained gentle. "Come in and accompany me. Opportunities like this are becoming less and less. I don't want to miss every second."
Stephanie Malik raised her wrist and looked at the time, her irritability palpable.
For four hours, for four whole hours, the emperor did not come out of that apartment. She waited in the passenger seat for a long time. Apart from answering the phone calls from her father and Diana Lister, she did nothing.
Stephanie knew what was in the glove box. It was brought to New York from the liquor cabinet of the car in Washington. The humiliation in it almost drove her crazy. She put the self-defense pistol on her thigh and fired a
She smoked cigarettes one after another until the emperor appeared with steam all over his body, and she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your hair is a little wet." She reminded. The wet hair left thin cold trails on the black woolen coat, but the emperor didn't pay attention. He just shook his head and let the supernatural steam pass through the hair.
, to avoid hair freezing in such weather. “Where are we going next?”
"Castle, I need you to hand over to Victoria Hand." The emperor started the car and drove the vehicle out of the garage. Before Christmas, the temperature in New York had dropped to the point where it would snow, and perhaps there were already snowflakes before anyone knew it.
It fell, turned into sewage on the street, and then froze, testing the anti-skid coefficient of the tires of all passing vehicles. The emperor's car had not been replaced with anti-skid tires. He was still using summer road tires, so he was very careful when driving.
Even though it's already late at night in New York.
"In regard to General Hale, no matter what kind of past Hydra and SHIELD have, you must cooperate." He said while looking at the image reflected on the screen in the rearview mirror of the camera, "I can't tolerate it.
A Kree outpost hangs out in the Corboy Belt. That outpost will be the spearhead of the Kree Empire's offensive when the Black Order comes."
"What about support?" Stephanie Malik put the pistol in the glove box. She had seen the satellite picture of the outpost. Although it was just a blurry gray shadow against the asteroid, in fact it was
It is a huge star fortress built by alien technology, using asteroids as materials. It was built when human civilization was just born and began to fulfill its obligations. "According to SHIELD's anatomical data analysis of the Kree, the average human and small
Live ammunition weapons cannot fight the kind of armor used by aliens." She looked into the emperor's eyes in the rearview mirror without mentioning his experience in the apartment, "I need soldiers."
"A knight squadron, including two tactical squads and a tactical support squad, as well as supporting armored vehicles and air power." The emperor turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards the intersection. "We will not rely on your security forces."
Instead, transfer it from the second company. I will give you a formal order. This force is enough to wipe out a modern city. I believe that this kind of armed force is enough for you to solve the problem."