When the news began to report that another uncontrollable wildfire broke out in Southern California, Salomon arrived at his destination immediately. The panicked chickens stepped on the fallen leaves and passed by his feet, and subconsciously wanted to dirty his
High boots. Covered in the soot left over from the war, he pushed open the thin door made of local wood and stepped into this old house built in the deep mountains and old forests. The owner of the house did not protest against his intrusion.
, but very calmly picked up the ceramic cup and kettle placed on the exquisitely handmade wooden table, and silently poured some liquid into the cup, as if he had known he would arrive at this time.
When Salomon sat on the chair, the master of the house placed the overflowing earthenware cup in front of him.
"As you can see, both the cups and the kettle were made by me." The owner of the house said in a rough voice. "Besides wine, no grapes grow here. They are too astringent and too small, even the goats don't like them.
Eat, it likes to eat paper more than ordinary ones. In fact, the vodka I have here is better, but I have already drank it all. After all, I don’t like to use magic to keep warm.”
"Good, I'm pretty picky about alcoholic beverages. By the way, I may have seen your goat, it's standing on the roof now planning to poop on me when I get out. Damn goat, it must be because
I almost hit it with my motorcycle."
The owner of the house also poured himself a glass of wine, with no expression on his scarred face.
The only lighting facilities in the room are the burning fireplace and a table lamp, and there are no mirrors. It seems that the owner of the house does not like to see his face. The only things that can reflect the light are a desk in the corner and an old piano placed in the room.
The old TV set was connected to the antenna on the roof that was being trampled. It can be imagined that it has not been used for a long time. Salomon can understand that he has seen photos of the owner of the house when he was young.
, as long as you think of the beauty of the past, this disfigured face will become more difficult to accept. Salomon believes that this is the only weakness of the owner of the house.
It's not because I can't accept my disfigured face, but because I can't accept my past.
"By the way, I like your tactics. Very precise missile delivery and siege artillery bombardment. Facing a bunker like that, choosing ground-penetrating bombs and then using thermobaric bombs and white phosphorus bombs can achieve great damage."
In a precise process, after using missiles to pry open the granite and alloy roof of the bunker, precise artillery fire was used to solve the problem. The enemy did not even see the faces of the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment of Finbull Winter before being submerged in the shattered mass.
Concrete ruins, under high temperature and pressure.
It is precisely because of the two Gustav-level self-propelled artillery that the Immortal City does not need to dispatch all its manpower to face the Skrull settlement. The soldiers advance only to find available information and prisoners to ensure this battle.
There will be no survivors left.
"But what surprises me even more is your soldiers. Where did you find this group of people, and why are they so unafraid of death?"
"First, I have some money and some skills; second, they want to atone for their sins and want to fight for humanity instead of politicians or plutocrats. So, I found them and cooperated with some methods to improve the brain's perception of fear emotions.
With drugs, some adrenaline, etc. mixed with combat chemicals, even an ordinary soldier with no results in training can have the courage to face aliens and extradimensional creatures."
"I really envy your good luck." The owner of the house glanced at the mystic. "Plasma weapons and nuclear bombs can clean up most of the traces left by the war. Now the news media in Southern California still think that meteorites started the wildfires, not you.
siege guns, armored vehicles and aircraft."
"Manipulating the media can manipulate public opinion, and old dogs can't play new tricks. I can't blame there are too many idiots in the world. Although this is not the situation I want, it is impossible for the United States to announce that its own air force base was attacked. Now
There is another theory, that is, the aircraft experiment secretly developed by the US military failed, so the military took the initiative to investigate the cause of the wildfires. This theory is now the mainstream on the Internet. After all, everyone knows that the US military must be trying to hide something by being so proactive.
It's evidence of an inhumane biochemical experiment, or perhaps a general's bribery record, who knows."
"In the illusion outlined by the etheric current, I saw you dispatching engineering equipment that I had never seen before, and I also saw you walking in through that door. But I still didn't see how you obtained those war machines.
I've been doing divination since the Battle of Finbowente, but I still haven't found anything. This is rare. I thought my prophecy magic was already superb enough, which only shows that your secrecy measures are quite good."
"I am far better than you in magic, not just in prophecy magic. You know, this is an irrefutable fact. When you were still studying at Kama Taj, you learned the magic I invented, right?
?"
"I also saw this conversation, Salomon. Although there is always a gap between prediction and reality, I still think you are too idealistic."
"You have no right to criticize me, otherwise you would still be in the library of Kama Taj. You left when I was less than fifteen years old, but I still remember you in Kama Taj's library."
Your performance is outstanding, so you should be able to guess that Modudo wanted your life after you defected. And you left too early, and many things have changed -" Salomon put down the glass and smacked his lips at the wine.
Expressing disgust, "——You didn't poison the wine, which is really beyond my expectation. But even without poison, it's still a bad drink."
"As you can see, I am so poor that I can only buy wine brewed by farmers." The owner of the house lowered his eyelids, "If you want my life, I can still make you bleed, but if I waste my only
A bottle of wine is not that cost-effective.”
"Since Your Majesty doesn't want to kill you, then I won't either. Although you already know it, I still want to say it again. This is more formal. I come with a promise. I will not let you down. I also believe that you will not
I will leave empty-handed." Salomon put down his wine glass and faced the ferocious face of the owner of the house. His expression was solemn, and the previous joking frivolity was instantly forgotten. The firewood in the fireplace was still burning.
, the window is still open, but the air is gradually becoming hotter. The ugly face of the owner of the house still remains calm, but his eyes are shining with a strange light. He knows that if this is quite to his liking, it will definitely be included.
Historical annals. If possible, he definitely wanted to copy it down, so that he could use it as proof that his wisdom was better than Salomon's in the future when necessary. As a believer in Machiavellianism, this kind of secretly superiority
He was very benefited by the feelings of others.
Although he vowed to correct himself in the future, Salomon still caught his weakness.
"I invite you to join a long war to defend mankind, establish a new order to end mankind's long internal strife, and then move towards the star sea, rule the galaxy, establish the hegemony of the human race, and finally be promoted to god. Vidocq von Doom, I need you