Chapter 1405 Chapter 1401 London Fog and Otter (two in one)
There is always a cold mist on the river in the early morning. The street lamps erected by the river cast orange-red light, turning it into the colorful mist painted by Monet. The viewing room is entirely made of glass and wood.
The room is covered with thick carpets, and the heated floor and air allow people in the room to comfortably enjoy the beautiful scenery. There is no need to worry about anything outside the room, whether it is low temperature, heavy rain or snow, it is only for the room.
The spectators inside just provide more different scenery.
This is a luxurious experience, so when the room temperature drops to a temperature that feels cold, the heating equipment here will automatically start. Even though the manor has independent power generation facilities, the monthly natural gas bill is still as high as that of an ordinary middle-class Londoner.
Class salary. This modernly decorated viewing room is very large, connected to the main body of the manor by a corridor, and has an afternoon tea area divided into a garden greenhouse, and a private area that only the owner can enter. Together with the garden greenhouse
The visual impact brought by the blooming roses inside is different. The decoration of the private area follows a minimalist style and a frigid style. The gray-black carpet and white walls are as cold as the British weather. The huge terrace overlooks the Thames River.
Calm river surface of a tributary.
Salomon, who was simply dressed, was holding a cup of hot black tea that was so sweet that it made his throat hurt. He was sitting cross-legged on the thick carpet and looking at the calm flowing river in the dim light provided by the hidden lights in the room. His back and
His chest and abdomen were exposed to the warm air, and there were several scars all over his body, some of which even penetrated his chest and waist. However, these injuries failed to take away his life, but made him stronger. "I regret it now.
Streetlights have been installed on the river section that passes the manor. Now it is impossible for me to see the quiet river." He pointed to a path extending from the grass to the river and said with a skeptical tone, "If I read it correctly, then
It should be the family of otters we saw, and what they were holding were oysters from the kitchen? I was definitely not wrong! They even took away the lemons and cut salmon fillets. Hey, shameless
Little thief!"
"This is an idea you insisted on repeatedly before the renovation." The black-haired witch sneered at Salomon's words. Most of the exterior decoration style of the manor was decided by Salomon. In addition to the street lamps, there were also some military searchlights lighting up the river. Salomon
Lomon's complaint was purely to cause trouble for himself. "Milia likes that family of otters very much. Be more tolerant to them, and they can't steal other things."
Bayonetta finally explained the reason why the otter family was able to steal things, so that Salomon would not be nervous in the middle of the night and ordered Hammurabi or Amon to strengthen his defenses, and then drive away the otter family that was nesting near the manor.
This is the price that such wealth and power must bear. If she had not prevented some excessive behavior, Salomon would probably have built this place into a fortress instead of a manor.
She was wearing a large linen shirt that belonged to Salomon, and she was sitting on the thick wool carpet. Her slender legs stretched as far as possible towards the river that exuded orange mist, and her delicate and lovely toes moved restlessly.
Go. The gray high-waisted elastic sports bra perfectly showed the curve of her hips. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, swaying in the air, showing another kind of style. Especially the sparkling hair on her navel.
The diamond navel nail was a custom-made ornament that Salomon specially asked an Iranian jewelry designer in London to customize for her. When paired with her flat belly and waistcoat line, Salomon could hardly take her eyes away.
"I think it will look better with lights. You can ask Joan of Arc for her opinion."
"She has fallen asleep. Who told her to find a job as a teacher and get up at seven in the morning?" Salomon turned his head and glanced at the large bed. Joan of Arc was lying face down at the moment.
As she stood, a blanket was covered perfunctorily on her body. The sweat beads after the intense exercise were still crawling on her back, cooling, and the long white hair was sporadically stuck to her neck. "Just yesterday she was
We received many complaints from parents, and the reasons were simply that she was racing on a motorcycle on campus and was late for work..."
Salomon did not say that Joan filled in his mobile phone number with his work contact information, because Joan knew that she would definitely be bombarded with calls if she acted out of line, so she simply asked Salomon to solve the problem. The latter's way of solving the problem was also
It's very simple, that is, use screened calls. Unknown calls will only be transferred to Dinah because this is a business phone number.
"I bet her teaching job will be the same as last time. She will have to quit within a week."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because after she came home, I sent a text message to the principal of the school and told him in a Joan of Arc tone that she would resign tomorrow." Salomon raised his eyebrows and said with a well-informed expression, "Wait until Joan of Arc is here.
She will be very happy when she wakes up at lunchtime because she once again knows what it feels like to be a teacher, and by the time she wakes up she will be bored, just like the last few times. If she still wants to be a teacher, I can only
Go and become a member of the school board, otherwise there will be no school in Oxfordshire willing to recruit her in a year."
Bayonetta suppressed her laughter.
Every time Joan of Arc wanted to go to work, but she didn't want to get up early during the working day, so she would always lose the job she had just found. Since Joan of Arc's job on the Island of the Sun was a teacher, after she came to Oxfordshire
All the jobs she was looking for were teachers, and because of her work schedule and instinct to stay in bed, she resigned and was fired more than once, leaving her now forced to teach primary school students.
"I'm very satisfied." Bayonetta said with a smile. Before the surprised Salomon could react, she repeated it again, raised her leg and poked Salomon's thigh with her toes. The latter
I took advantage of the situation and held her toes, rubbing them with my fingers and counting them one by one. If I only relied on the touch of the skin, it would be hard to believe that these were the feet of a woman who wears high heels all year round and can also fight with high heels. "I
You are very satisfied with your life now, Salomon."
"It's my pleasure, Theresa."
"This is the first time you've called me by my real name, I mean when I'm not in bed?" Bayonetta narrowed her eyes, "Why don't you usually call me by this name? Is it because you're shy?"
"The name Ceresa means Cherry, which doesn't suit your style." He rubbed the witch's toes while putting down the teacup. The small floating robot automatically rushed over to serve as a tray and stabilized the teacup with two small mechanical claws.
Make sure the carpet doesn't get stained. This little robot is a recently launched device, manufactured by Salomon himself. The shallow silicon-based intelligence cannot produce much intelligence, but it can understand many of the user's instructions. "And
We have many enemies, and I'm worried that someone will use your real name." He whispered a few words to the suspended little robot, then turned to look at Bayonetta again, "The real name is a dagger to the throat."
"Madame Butterfly knows my real name." The black-haired witch lowered her eyes. The complex butterfly crest emerged from her back like illusory light and shadow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "The witch exchanged her soul for power."
"I once swore to you that if you die, I will find Madam Butterfly and get your soul back." Salomon said calmly, "Just like I swore to get my mother's soul back."
"So do you have any clues now?"
"There is nothing. I even used her bones for divination, but also found nothing. There is no echo of her existence in the supreme sky. Even her life trajectory has been wiped out. I can't even pass through other people's memories. See her appearance clearly." Salomon turned his head and looked to the side. The glimmer of light burned out of thin air on his fingertips, and plumes of green smoke came out. The smoke outlined a plainly dressed woman, with long black curly hair wrapped in a scarf. She stood up and stuck close to the panicked face. There was a coal-gray mark on the wheat-colored skin. Even though she was suffering from malnutrition, her former charming style could still be seen through her eyes. Bayou Nita had seen this image. It was an image captured by a photographer because of her amazing beauty on the website of an aid organization.
The air is full of the smell of ozone, and the high-temperature current at the fingertips makes a tooth-aching sound.
"I searched for her footprints in the dream and found the people she had come into contact with during her lifetime. But without exception, no one remembered her. Except for the Supreme Master and the family members who had her first memories. I found that family in Israel, but they They don’t know about my existence, and they don’t want to know what happened to her later.” Salomon frowned, “At least when I pretended to be a reporter, they were unwilling to tell me anything because I told them that I was an atheist.”
"She is very young." Bayonetta looked at the image carefully.
Salomon rarely allowed her to see her biological mother's appearance, as if it was some unknown taboo. She could see that the woman in the image was very similar to the man in front of her in appearance, almost identical. Reproductions of different genders of individuals. However, different temperaments have a great impact. Men look very calm and composed, while women look like a frightened little animal. The image keeps changing, going back from old age to childhood. , and finally disappeared and returned to his older appearance.
"Probably less than twenty years old." Salomon clenched his fists, and the woman in the smoke gradually dispersed. "Her only mission in life was to give birth to me. I feel sorry for her. I don't believe that her soul is still there. She can disappear so easily in the ether ocean. She is very special. I believe her soul still exists in some place I don't know."
Bayonetta retracted her legs and moved over to lean on his shoulder. Salomon also hugged her waist, just like before. This is her home, there is no one else here, she does not need to pretend At the same time, she also knew that Salomon needed comfort at this time. This is how a family should behave. "Even you have things you don't know, huh?"
"Why do I feel like you are laughing at me, Ceresa?"
"Then your feeling is right, little magician." Bayonetta reached out and held his face, and kissed Salomon on the lips. She said casually, "You always pretend to be You look like you are omnipotent, and I have long wanted to make you suffer. In the past, you were just a little boy, but now you have just grown into an adult. At least your performance in bed allows me to say so. "
"Are you declaring war? Now that Joan is asleep, our battlefield can only be on the carpet."
"This isn't the first time we've had a war on the carpet, Boya."
The black-haired witch is already very familiar with this kind of conversation. She has to talk to Salomon several times almost every day, and the occasions are completely different, sometimes even between banquets in high-class social occasions. As long as her emotions are in place, then
All practical obstacles are not a problem, and Salomon is very happy to cooperate with her whims. After all, this is part of their emotional life. The same is true for Joan of Arc, but the sleepy guy can never stay up until early morning, and
I always miss the opportunity to join the last game. "Or, you want to be on the balcony this time. We have done this before, haven't we?" The black-haired witch opened her wet eyes, and her eyes were like a muddy swamp.
People are trapped in it and can't extricate themselves, "Or do you still have work to do now?"
Salomon does have work to do, but not now.
The work at the lighthouse base is proceeding in an orderly manner. The report on the property and personnel losses caused by the small riot caused by Melinda May has been placed on Hammurabi's desk in his study, and the electronic files have also been sent to the data pad.
for his review. He did not care about the causes and consequences of the agent riot, because he saw that Constantine and Sergeant Ronald respectively stated in the reports that the mission personnel and mission materials were not damaged. In this case, he did not need to go through it.
Care more.
At the same time, the internal reforms and unification of Kamathai are being implemented as planned. Wanda Maximov and the Guards Suppiluliumas, as his representatives, urge Kamathai led by Master Hamil
Master Ji secretly executed the transformation. The crushing of other magic schools in the Temple of Vatum in the Amazon rainforest prompted those magic schools that usually did not take Kama Taj's dominance to heart to hurry up and send their heirs and classics to
In the newly established observatory in the Himalayas, the newly established organization is to regulate the use of abilities and the dissemination of knowledge of all magic schools.
Although the mystics and soldiers sent out encountered resistance more than once, Kama Taj was always able to arrest and bring the resisting schools to justice. The remaining schools that were still hesitating also knew that life after surrender would definitely be different.
It is much better than the previous life of hiding in the deep mountains and old forests. Even if not every school of thought has such an idea, the fact that most of the schools on the earth have been incorporated is enough for Salomon to implement the next step of his plan.
"How should I say, I have time now." Salomon raised his eyebrows, and a smile unconsciously crawled onto his cheeks, "At least I have time before Joan wakes up."