Chapter 414: The World's Most Terrible Torture (Part 1)

Judging from Agent Coulson's own experience, as long as the mission has something to do with Salomon Damonette, most of the missions will end anticlimactic. Just like this time, both Sif and Lorelai disappeared without a trace. Agent Coulson still wanted to worry about the relationship between Asgard and Earth, but was told by his superiors that the task had been handed over to someone else. Agent Coulson had no objection, he knew that the next task would be much more troublesome, Salomon Damonette's stubborn character was not easy to communicate with.

Agent Natasha Romanoff has worked hard.

Salomon also felt that he was very hard. He agreed to the request of Joan of Arc and Beunita to go shopping before he escaped with difficulty, and then he couldn't wait to open the portal to the Immortal City. The newly captured prisoner was too important, and he couldn't bear to let this witch die before he could achieve his goal. Lorelei is being imprisoned by him in a basement in the Immortal City, except for him and the artificial maid, no one can come to this room.

"My God, won't you cooperate a little?" Salomon sighed, and untied the neck ring that sealed Lorelei's ability. The retracted metal fence allowed Lorelai to speak again, but the unbound Lorelai didn't say a word, just glared at Salomon - because the mystic not only sealed her ability with a neck ring, but also handcuffed her hands and feet to the rough wall with a black magic. This magic deprived her of her strong physique and strength as an Asgardian, and made her extremely weak. The former witch who was a disaster for the country is now a poor creature deprived of her freedom and strength.

"Don't you want to say something?"

"It's not necessary." Lorelai said extremely calmly, "Unless you can return the clothes to me. Or do you like to enjoy women who can't move? Then you put me down, and I can satisfy you. Any position is fine, because you have already captured me, and I am your booty. You can do whatever you want to me."

"I'm not that low, Ms. Lorelei, I just want to prevent you from escaping." Salomon said, "Well, you might as well listen to my plan, and then I want to talk to you about the conditions. If you can agree, I will let you go."

Lorelei didn't ask such stupid things as "what if you don't agree".

In fact, she was a little curious about a mystic like Salomon who dared to resist the Asgardians, and she also believed that although she would not suffer too much damage, she would still be humiliated to a certain extent. She didn't mind at all, because physical contact meant that she could conquer this person in reverse. If voice and sweet kisses don't work, then her enchanting magic and extremely seductive flesh will always work—since she resisted the Asgardians, it meant that the mystic in front of her had arranged for her, and this arrangement might be so important that she had to turn against the Asgardians.

When she succeeds, everything will be clear.

"Where is Sif?" She gloated and asked, "Wouldn't she be locked up somewhere by you?"

"She has returned to Asgard, so we have to move faster." Salomon undid the black magic that was manacling Lorelei. After the witch fell from the wall, she didn't try to cover her body, but walked towards Salomon openly. The mystic tensed his muscles, ready to attack at any time, but the naked Lorelai just passed him and sat down on the soft chair that belonged to Salomon in the room.

This enchantress who charms the king and manipulates the empire seems to have regained her old charm. The orange light in the dark room only illuminates her arms and long hair. She raised her legs lightly, with her hands resting on her chin, her long orange-red curly hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, and she glowed warmly with her fair skin.

"I can listen to your argument. You have proven your strength, and it seems that we have a common enemy." She hooked the corner of Salomon's robe with her toes, and said with a chuckle, "There are only a few men who can resist my power, and you are one of them. Although you are rude, savage, and not funny (especially German-style back throw), I don't mind negotiating with you on an equal footing. Warrior, we can do other things first and then consider how to rule this country. I want to be your queen."

Salomon laughed. After the witch's test, this level of temptation is nothing to him, and he has already prepared a bunch of social science books from Darcy. "Very well, let's start with "A Theory of American Democracy", and then we will look at "Outline of Modern Western Philosophy." He said, "After reading these, we can probably discuss how to rule the country."

Lorelei's complexion became a little grim.

"Is there a problem? Do you think it is so easy to rule a country for a long time?"

"I just..."

"And then after that we're going to look at Microeconomics and Monetary Economics. I know what you're thinking, you've never tried to understand how money works. That knowledge is essential if you want to hold power with me."

"I……"

"The ninth edition of "Political Science" is also good, and I have added it to the book list."

"..."

"This dress is nice." Although Salomon also suffered from the male-specific symptoms of weak legs in the commercial street, he quickly relaxed in front of the champagne brought by the staff of the clothing store, and began to show his aesthetics cultivated by Athena. What he was referring to was the white dress with long windbreaker style. Not only could this dress closely fit the witch's figure, but the narrow waist reflected Joan of Arc's elegant temperament.

It's just that because of Joan's tightly tied white hair, Salomon chose a red earring to match and emphasize.

As for Bayunita's clothes, Salomon chose a long, slender black dress with a loose white long-sleeved shirt. When the waistline is tightened, it can not only reflect the advantages of Bayonetta's long legs, but also emphasize Bayonetta's beautiful neck like a swan when paired with a black neck ring and a black wide-brimmed hat worn diagonally.

The witches are very satisfied with Salomon's sense of fashion. Considering the average price of a piece of clothing ranging from US$500 to US$700, such a match is not bad, but Joan of Arc seems to want to embarrass Salomon more, she wants a more French-style match. So Salomon adopted a narrower hat brim and a retro black mesh veil for Joan of Arc, which is quite a French style of the last century.

This kind of retro trend was brought up by Chanel once in the 1980s, and it is not outrageous for Salomon to understand this.

In Salomon's view, the work of choosing clothes is far more difficult than the scientific research work in the Immortal City, especially when the witches are not satisfied with the recent (referring to the last five years) Chanel styles.

Fortunately, the witches' next stop is a high-end clothing store, where they only buy ordinary clothes.

Tailors from high-end clothing stores will solve all the problems of witches, and witches will also become the most beautiful women in the art salon held by Athena.

His mind still drifted back to the Immortal City.

Before Lorelai's spirit is completely destroyed, Salomon doesn't think she will reveal the technological information about Asgard—as long as he asks, Lorelai will know what Salomon's purpose is, and then the all-powerful witch will occupy a dominant position in the negotiations.

Therefore, Salomon will never ask without certainty. Tomorrow, he will return to the Immortal City to check on Lorelai's study results, and he will ask Lorelai to write several papers - when Lorelai collapses on her studies, that is when Salomon gets the information.

"Damn it!" Lorelai scratched her hair, "Is money really that complicated? I just want to be a queen!"

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