After Salomon came of age, the Supreme Master rarely gave him direct instructions. On the one hand, he was already independent in a legal sense and financial situation (although he was actually older, he was still twenty-one in a legal sense).
On the one hand, Salomon has begun to regard the work of the Eternal City and Kama Taj as his own business. On the surface, his authority in Kama Taj is second only to the Supreme Mage, but in fact, the Supreme Mage has already had all the authority.
After being handed over to him, many reports from the three major temples will be forwarded to him. He also has the power to order the mystics to perform tasks, and even the dungeons where many secrets are kept can be opened unimpeded.
To put it simply, like the Supreme Mage, he can do whatever he deems necessary.
For example, it is necessary to try to deliver a letter to the goddess of death Hela through the roots of the World Tree leading to Nilfheim.
"I thought you were going to break in and have a fight with her!" Victor von Doom couldn't help but patted his head, "But you actually wrote in the letter, 'Your father wants to come.
I'm looking for you here. You'll be out soon. I'll be waiting for you at the door. Don't kill people randomly, or I will twist your head off. kiss kiss, and night night'. You are absolutely fucking crazy,
What do you think this is going to do? Damn your sense of humor, I don’t even know why I came with you!”
"Although I don't know what Wotan's plan is, it's not a bad thing to make Hela crazy." Salomon shrugged, "I fought her once or twice, but she never knew my identity. So I
Sign the letter and let her know that I will be waiting for her outside. No matter who is waiting here, Hela will definitely stab her with a sword first. Think about it, if Wotan wants
If we talk to her... wow, no matter what it is, we can't talk about it. We have to make sure this happens, don't we?"
The so-called signature is a crude graffiti drawn at the end of the letter with yellow and black crayons stolen from the schoolbag of a child going to elementary school. A man in yellow armor holds a sword, and a black man with horns on his head
A person is lying on the ground with his tongue sticking out. In addition, there is a very ugly black cat across the front and back of the paper. It will meow as long as it is poked lightly. This is a little magic and very practical.
Often used in paintings.
When I thought of this, the breathing grille of Victor von Doom's iron mask sounded a heavy breathing sound. You didn't need to hear the buzzing of the servo joints of your fingers, you could guess with your toes that he was a little angry.
He originally thought that Salomon came here to issue a challenge or perform some heroic actions, and he planned to ensure Salomon's safety, because without Salomon, the Latvian people would not be able to live a good life.
Victor von Doom was completely unprepared for Salomon's absurd behavior.
Although he had long known that Salomon was the kind of guy who could use magic to conjure butterflies to make children happy. When he was a child, he often used the little spells he invented to trick people or make Mordo furious, but he did not expect that Salomon, who was already an adult, would
Salomon can still do such a thing. "You will never have a chance to joke again, Salomon." He said seriously, his eyes behind the eyepieces poking Salomon back and forth like two knives. "
Although your method is very effective, don’t do something so childish next time, okay? You are the monarch of the Eternal City, and in the future you will be the monarch of the entire human race. No one wants to see a king joking!"
"I know, I know, I will return the crayons. I don't want to see a crying little boy. Relax, Victor, I want to enjoy life now. I know I have no right to say this.
In a word, because I have been much luckier than you since I was born, and you have suffered more than many people in the world. But life cannot be just about fighting - look around us, don't look at the glaciers, look further.
This is human society, and later we can go to the town bar for a drink, or add a raw egg to the whiskey...",
"We've had two thousand milliliters of whiskey today!"
Salomon pretended not to hear Victor von Doom's complaint "...listen to the laughter of mankind, and then throw the empty wine bottle into Nilfheim. I'm sure this will help reduce the environmental impact on the earth."
Pollution. I believe that the goddess of death who has not tasted alcohol for thousands of years will go crazy. If she is already crazy, she will be even crazier. Don’t be like my assistant. Although she is very cute, she is really annoying sometimes.
"
"Like when she reminded you that you drank too much?"
"Oh, you are more annoying than her now! I don't want an annoying regent, I want..."
"Don't show your teeth like an idiot! Don't slide down the glacier like a child! Oh shit!" Victor von Doom made a regretful voice, "What kind of madness did I have to answer?
Should be your regent!"
"Oh, you mean you had a fight with someone in a tavern in a Norwegian town, and after the police arrived, you drank with the police again?" Bayonetta walked around the living room, wearing a black silk pajamas.
Windless automatic, exquisite triangular sapphire earrings sparkling. If you don't look at the gun in her hand, this is all normal. "You drank everyone until they fell asleep, including the only policeman in the town.
.That doesn’t explain the lip marks on your face, little boy!”
"Maybe it was kept by the bartender. After all, many people wanted to kiss my face at that time, but some wanted to use their fists and some wanted to use their lips. The former failed, and I'm not sure whether the latter was the same. Everyone wanted to kiss me.
Like me, so the scene is a bit chaotic." Salomon handed Dinah a pancake on a plate, and Dinah put it on the table. It is Salomon's hobby to be responsible for the food preparation at home occasionally.
Dinah also enjoys watching her master cook.
"Including those guys who I knocked unconscious, they also wanted to ask me to take drugs, and the police were nearby! This may be the most ridiculous thing I have ever experienced in my life!" Salomon picked up the bacon and put it in the pot.
.This is Joan of Arc's request, she wants to eat some crispy bacon. In fact, she is now sitting at the table, her light gray eyes staring straight at the small pot in Salomon's hand, she doesn't want to miss it
The combination of baguettes smeared with garlic butter and bacon made her feel like she was back home. Ever since Bayonetta dragged her out of bed, she had been unhappy and in desperate need of delicious food from home.
To relieve a bad mood. So today’s dessert is so sweet that it makes your throat hurt, and Dinah is already preparing it.
"What's even more ridiculous is that you actually stole the live octopus for viewing from the sushi restaurant with that gang!"
"That octopus wants to go back to the sea, I heard him say that!"
"Are you sure you're not on drugs?"
"Of course not. The alchemy potion I made is a thousand times better than that. It was an accident, really. Also, the bartender is a man about the same height as me. He is gay, so the lip mark is a bit big."
For ordinary people, the behavior of completely drunkenness has no effect on him. Even if the alcohol concentration in the blood is high enough to ignite, his brain will not be affected at all. Victor von Doom left early to complete
It was his mission. Before leaving the town, Salomon went to the cave to make sure that Hela, the goddess of death, had not replied.
"And I've washed my face." He said, "It's clean and there's no trace left."
"Oh! It's okay then!" Bayonetta threw away the pistol. The Cheshire Cat jumped up from the carpet and hugged the precious magic gun in perfect agreement, then bit the barrel like a fish.
His hind legs kicked the handle desperately. Phoenix tilted his head, and after making sure that the Cheshire Cat would not step on the trigger and shoot himself, he continued to stay on his pole and held the pen with his paws to write new verses. Salomon had already
Negotiated with the publisher under a false identity, and Phoenix will publish a new collection of poems in six months.
"I'd like some toast with garlic butter," she said, "and a whip. I want to make sure my husband's sexual orientation is still normal. Did you have this in the pot? Or did you forget it?
In the bedroom? Regardless of whether it's an accident or not, you can only sleep in the living room tonight, you're welcome."