Chapter 433 Quality of Life (Second Change)
"Master, it's better not to work during meal time." Salomon didn't listen to Dinah's earnest persuasion, which made the maid's expression even more distressed.
"Also, I firmly oppose you watching the women's high jump competition on TV while you are working and eating!" The android maid stood in front of the four-poster bed and pulled up the curtain facing the TV. "It's too unhealthy. You can't indulge yourself just because the witches are not at home!"
"I'm just admiring the muscles of healthy women." Salomon clicked his lips, but he didn't object to the maid's arrogance. He turned his gaze back to the log of visitors Dinah had submitted to him for the past few days. Master Xiao Wang came to visit him on behalf of the Supreme Master. This matter was ranked first, and what Master Xiao Wang said was also marked with a key point—no surprise, what Master Wang conveyed was about the actions of the witches. The planetary defense system detected the magic of the witches. Since this was not caused by an invasion of outer dimensions or a black magic creature, it was not easy for Kama Taj to take action, and the actions of the witches could be regarded as filling the vacancy for Kama Taj.
Salomon stuffed a sliced meat steak into his mouth, and paired it with the beef sauce made by Dinah. The empty stomached mystic wished he could lick the plate all over. However, the upbringing he learned from Athena restricted his actions, and he could only use the steak to dip as much sauce as possible.
He wasn't worried about the actions of the witches at all, and he wasn't worried that Laura Crawford would have an accident because of the escalation of combat power. That female archaeologist's life is not ordinary, and no matter how troublesome a spirit body is, it cannot escape death. In addition, Beunita and Joan's attitude towards the senior witch is also worth pondering. Kama Taj did not force the witches to destroy that soul, because the wind, waves and fog caused by that soul also protected a sea dragon vein node in a disguised form, keeping that place away from secular intrusion.
Turn to the next page of the record, Wakanda and the Martian Foundry.
Salomon thought for a while, and finally picked up his mobile phone and sent an email to T'Challa. The content of the letter was about the configuration of Mars exploration personnel and the plan for unmanned construction of the factory. The time and place were agreed, and the content was discussed in detail. In this plan, he will obtain the technology of casting armor and vehicles from Wakanda, and according to the agreement, the weapons and equipment and metal materials manufactured from the Mars mine will be distributed equally between Wakanda and the immortal city of Salomon.
Before the meal was over, Salomon contacted any missed visitors. And some people can't be solved with an email, and Salomon has to meet them in person.
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Athena pinched Salomon's cheek, frowning and looking over and over again.
She felt that Salomon seemed a little different. This feeling was the same as that of her God King father, who had the power to influence others unconsciously. This feeling seems to have raised a level of life, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Athena had only seen this happen with the Supreme Mage.
Before Salomon protested, the goddess of wisdom let go.
"I don't like your shampoo." After thinking for a long time, Athena finally found a place of dissatisfaction to set off her dignity as a foster mother. However, Salomon was very accustomed to Athena's provocative behavior. He agreed with all his mouth, and then continued to sit on the sofa swaggeringly, huddled together with Athena and ate fruit, and the goddess of wisdom stretched out her arms very naturally to take her adopted son into her arms.
"I really don't like your shampoo." Athena sniffed at the tip of Salomon's hair, "It smells like roses, it's too feminine."
"It should be that I accidentally used the witches' shampoo today. I can't tell the difference." The mystic shrugged, and the curly black hair tickled Athena a little. "Who made my eyes covered with facial cleanser at that time?"
"Don't you have maids?" Athena pointed at the door and said, "You let them come with you in armor, don't they take care of your life?"
"I'm not so bad that I need someone to help me take a bath." Salomon shook his head, expressing some kind of disdain. The change in his expression was not ignored by the goddess of wisdom. She knocked on the head of her adopted son severely, and then began to teach Salomon the bathing culture of ancient Rome with the painting "The Bathhouse of Ancient Rome" by French Romantic painter Theodore Chaserio.
"Aphrodite is the most popular goddess in ancient Roman baths. I carved the statue of Venus you saw in the National Archaeological Museum in Naples, Italy." Athena continued with a kind of teasing tone, "I had my own private baths in ancient Rome, and I carved statues of all the gods of the Olympian pantheon there. If you see someone saying that the statue of Venus came from the Great Baths of Caraca, it is nonsense. I deliberately donated the statue of Aphrodite. Given that baths, there's nothing better for a mixed bath than a naked statue of Aphrodite."
As long as she talked about the naughty things she did in the past, Athena couldn't help laughing. Especially when seeing an old enemy being humiliated, even the goddess of wisdom can't help but open up.
"That woman who can only induce lust... If Emperor Adriano hadn't noticed something was wrong and promptly ordered the prohibition of mixed bathing between men and women, the magic on that statue would have continued. My statue is placed in the library of the bathhouse, and philosophers naturally know where they are going."
"Of course, I don't want to tell you how bad the atmosphere in the ancient Roman baths is. I just want you to be more serious about your life. It is undeniable that the art and philosophy of ancient Rome have made great progress in the baths."
The Goddess of Wisdom took a sip from her wine glass, "You can look at the painting "Bathing in Caracalla", the scene is not much different from the historical facts. In my opinion, it doesn't matter if you throw roses like Elagabalus. You are too careless about the quality of your life."
"Elagabalus was assassinated by one of his subordinates, mother." Salomon opened his mouth helplessly, and he, who was strangled by Athena, made a subtle rebuttal. Athena's example of the absurd things of the ancient Roman emperors is really not convincing. She seemed to have noticed this too, and naturally ignored the rebuttal of her adopted son. She went on berating Salomon as if he couldn't enjoy what a heinous thing life was.
She began to enumerate several procedures that people who entered the baths in ancient Rome had to go through, and urged Salomon to follow it.
"After sleeping for several days, you didn't apply essential oils on yourself, you didn't exercise before taking a bath, you didn't go through the sauna, you didn't soak in the hot tub for an hour, and you didn't drink alcohol or philosophize." The goddess of wisdom looked at Salomon as if she was looking at a savage, "Are you going to learn from those dirty Christians?"
"Christians aren't always dirty..."
"That's even worse. Christians only use wooden barrels to bathe. They look like countrymen and pretend to be holy. Just as I don't know what the nuns in those monasteries are like? In ancient Rome, only the poor who couldn't afford the baths used wooden barrels. The noble people went to public baths or private baths. Since everyone did the same thing, the baths are naturally better than wooden barrels." , I can still show you my past address now!"
Ask for a ticket!
