"Don't you really want to study?" Salomon, who had just returned to the Eternal City from Bodleian, looked at Lorelai who was slumped on the seat and couldn't help but frown. He looked at the table placed aside.
The camera waved his hand and signaled Dinah, who was far away in New York, to hand over the task. Salomon did not force Lorelei to pick up the book now. Forced learning was indeed very painful, but what was even more painful was learning something that had no idea of its use.
Therefore, he planned to make his intentions clear to Lorelai. Of course, he would not mention a word about his ultimate goal, otherwise he would let this witch take advantage of her.
"Do you know why you always fail?" He picked up Lorelai from the seat and put it on his lap. His question slightly attracted Lorelai's attention - she had already changed into a sarcophagus
She had no objection to the clothes that Salomon had prepared for her. On the contrary, she really enjoyed the feeling of Salomon touching her skin, which made her feel that she was one step closer to achieving her goal.
At least this is much better than being locked up in those metal torture devices.
For half of the day, she would be imprisoned for extremely humiliating punishment. She believed that this was a game between Salomon and her, and that as long as Salomon failed, he would become her prey.
What Lorelai didn't know was that these were all illusions left by Salomon.
"Why?" She pursed her lips with a dissatisfied expression, "Is there anything wrong with me wanting to enjoy a luxurious life?"
"Of course not, it's just that you always target unreliable people." Salomon pointed to the book and then to Lorelai's head, "One is brainless, the other is unhappy, the gods
The two careless sons left behind by their father are really unlucky. Asgard will be doomed sooner or later in their hands. These books I give you tell you how to maintain a luxurious life. Although it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, ruling a country never fails.
It’s not an easy task.”
Lorelei glared at Salomon, and then returned to her expression of lack of interest. She seemed not to have listened to Salomon's words, but was playing with her long orange hair.
"As long as you live a luxurious life, it's not impossible. You don't care how this life comes, do you?" Salomon continued, "But my queen must be knowledgeable and talented. You are not very smart now. At least you are as smart as you are.
Compared with your sister, your intelligence is not enough."
"Then go find her!" Lorelai's reaction was extremely violent when she mentioned Amora. She was like a flapping fish in Salomon's arms. She was imprisoned in the dungeon of Asgard.
Hundreds of years have passed, but her sister has no intention of helping her at all. The relationship between the two sisters is not necessarily that good.
"This is why your sister was not captured, but you fell into Sif's hands." Salomon said patiently, "You are not smart enough, Lorelai, so you need to learn. If you don't want to learn
, you can only stay in this basement."
"Then I won't be the queen. You let me go. You don't have to worry about where I go. Anyway, I won't be caught by the Asgardians."
"Oh, really? You are the trophy I took from the hands of the Father of the Gods, and I have the power to dispose of the trophy. Learning this knowledge is the only place where you can reflect your value in my hands. If you have no value, then you can have
There is only death.”
Lorelai turned her head and saw Salomon's serious expression. The courage she had just raised suddenly disappeared. "Okay, I can study." She said frustratedly, "Hell, neither can my sister.
After learning these things, what are you going to do? I thought you would stay here with me."
"Do you think I am as free as you?" Salomon opened the door and left without looking back. Before leaving, he cast a spell towards the door - this room converted from a vault had thick metal
The password door has higher protection than the bank. With Lorelai's ability, she absolutely cannot open it. What's more, Salomon also added multiple secret locks to the door, so Lorelai has no hope of escaping.
The reason why Salomon rushed back from Bodley had nothing to do with Lorelai. It was entirely because Maya Hansen informed him that she had achieved results in transforming the Extremis virus using alchemy. As the laboratory director, she had to inform him
The real boss.
"The DNA of the Knights of the Round Table was sewn into the Extremis virus." When mentioning her research results, messy-haired Maya Hansen looked proud. Behind her were several glass coffins with extreme temperatures.
, there are several bones placed in the coffin, and there is some carrion on the bones.
This is an experiment that Princess Shuri of Wakanda cannot accept. Only Maya Hanson has practiced this process personally. The carrion on the bones of these Knights of the Round Table was created by Salomon using black magic, although the decay is not too serious.
, but the negative energy contained in every trace of flesh and blood will kill the fragile virus when the Extremis virus transcribes its genetic material. However, if the positive energy potion given by Salomon is used to neutralize it, the rotten flesh will turn into a puddle of foul-smelling mud.
Effective genetic material cannot be extracted at all.
That's what Maya Hansen had to overcome these days, and it looks like she succeeded.
"I placed the ether particles on the alchemical symbols according to the method you gave. The Druid Order of Sola Red Forest was a great help. They helped adjust the alchemical symbols and took the trouble to modify them many times.
"At this moment, Maya Hansen was still immersed in excitement, while the high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order, the blond girl with glasses, lowered her head shyly.
Maya Hansen's test bed looks like a mix of advanced science and ignorant superstition, but it's where she made her technological breakthroughs.
"Although it didn't last long, it was enough for the Extremis virus to transcribe the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table."
"Very good, then the first phase of the experiment is about to begin. Are you mentally prepared?" Salomon bent down and looked at the Extremis viruses that were put in the refrigerator. These Extremis viruses have transcribed the effectiveness of the Knights of the Round Table.
Fragments of genetic material. Even in a low-temperature environment, the Extremis virus still glows with orange light. "I don't want the experimental subjects to explode. The Extremis virus is just a gene tailoring tool."
"I know." Maya Hansen was not frustrated by this. On the contrary, she was more concerned about the experimental problem, "Can super soldiers be created using the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table? I am not in the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table.
Discover something beyond ordinary people."
"Of course not." Salomon shook his head, "You still have one last step to do."
"What?"
"Use the DNA of myself and the Asgardians as the base, and cut the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table into it. Only in this way can the experimental subjects exert superhuman powers. Not only the Knights of the Round Table, but also the DNA of many celebrities in history will be cut into it.
You need to make labels and conduct epigenetic research. I will provide you with some genetic material, and we will adjust each base pair, and we will start experiments after we determine that it is usable."
Although Maya Hansen had long known that Salomon’s idea broke the boundaries of ethics and morality, she was still taken aback by Salomon’s proposal. “You should know that in Extremis the virus will cut your DNA fragments into experiments.
After entering the body, the experimental subject can be regarded as your blood relative." She said, "Have you decided to do this?"
"Of course." Salomon turned his head and stared into Maya Hansen's eyes, "You have to remember, Maya, no matter what you think, experimental subjects are just tools, and only successful experimental subjects are valuable."
"Then what are you going to do now?"
"Go find you experimental subjects and genetic material fragments." Salomon waved his hand and disappeared into the portal.
"You mean, you're going to dig a grave?" Maya Hansen glanced at the neatly arranged test tubes. The test tubes already contained the DNA of several Knights of the Round Table. She didn't know what Salomon was going to find.
The remains of ancient heroes, but she still had a bad feeling.
This experiment might be more cruel than she imagined.