Chapter 738 Trouble (Second Change)

His passion for mortal experiences is no secret to many who do know him well.

He is keen to enjoy everything, but at the same time he is extremely demanding on himself when facing responsibilities, which is like a spiral of contradictions, often at the two extremes of complete relaxation and ruthlessness. However, for those who knew him better, it was just the difference between opening the stigmata, and there was nothing surprising about it. Most people like him in his mortal state, but even without the stigmata, his character itself is quite contradictory—it is quite incomprehensible for one person to have humor and harshness, incomprehension and empathy at the same time, and no one knows when he will say a word that can pierce the heart and lungs. The extremely rich language library allows him to always start from some extremely small details, and use the first language of others to release terrible spiritual violence to the other party. To understand those languages, he even needs to bear the suffering brought about by trekking through the complicated and incomprehensible local customs.

In the eyes of many people, he is different, but if you haven’t read this book, you may see him as an uncertain tyrant, an ascetic who is keen to torture himself, a monarch who devotes all his efforts to the human race, an unreasonable, fair and just king, etc., just as there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people-you ask who is Hamlet? It was a playwright named Shakespeare who lived in the first millennium. The Palace Library has Shakespeare's manuscripts, alongside plastic robot toys. You youngsters should really be reading more instead of wandering around on those boring little planets trying to take down some aliens locked up in zoos.

In any case, he is actually quite likable without the stigmata.

I mean, when it's not about work. It's hard to imagine, right?

I know this book has been banned, you ask why I was not arrested by the Janissaries representing Glory, why do I know so much? Of course it was because I had stood next to him and withstood his punches and curses. Could prison be more terrible than his fist? I don't think so, at least here I can fight back and get away with it, that's why I'm in this prestigious position. I know some people will misunderstand. No, no matter how noble a position is, I will not miss the prison. I was beaten only because he thought there were some "false" contents in this book, such as his female fate and so on.

There's no denying that he's quite a charming guy. Tall, strong, with this pretty face.

You asked me his name? Won't you look up, you idiot!

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"You promised me that there will be a child named Malik in the future."

"Yes, but not now and not in this way."

There is an astonishing forty centimeter gap between Stephanie's height and Salomon's, but this does not prevent him from admiring the swimsuit traces that Stephanie worked so hard to expose to the risk of skin cancer. According to Stephanie herself, she needs to wear a lot of sunscreen when doing this difficult job, and she needs someone to water her regularly to prevent her from dying from hyperthermia.

"It's like watering flowers." Salomon commented. He could picture rows of women in bathing suits sprawled out on the beach in the hot sun, and someone patrolling them with a watering can and watering them. Maybe someone would expect something to grow on the beach, but in fact only sunglasses and forgotten slippers will be dug up.

"It's a private beach, and the Malik family has a seaside manor there. I also have a servant, a proton handed over by a lower-level family, a female college student. But the hard work is worth it, isn't it?" She boldly showed her body to the mystic, and at the same time reminded the traces that time has brought to certain places. This is the only place where she agrees with her father, that she is approaching the limit of her gestational age, and it is time to think about it for the Malik family.

"We can solve cancer."

"You know that's not what you're talking about!" She had seen the mystic master's ability to pretend to be stupid, "Don't tell me you want to pass genetic engineering?"

"Maybe, but not all of them." Salomon shrugged, "I don't know if I can conceive a child with a mortal woman!"

Angrily, Stephanie put on a gorgeous crimson gown with gold ornaments that belonged to Salomon, and left the original clothes behind, and she just wore a dress as thin as a nightgown, without even a tie. Without waiting for Salomon to stop him (in fact, he didn't, he was just pretending), the head of the interior department ran back to his room angrily with flashing gold lights and high heels.

The artificial man in charge of security coughed twice, then swallowed his opinion under Salomon's eyes, with an exaggerated expression like a third-rate actor in a second-rate theater. He didn't want to let himself be surrounded by a group of noisy and stupid girls. He just glanced at the artificial man in charge of safety and made a gesture of closing his mouth. As for what the girl was thinking and whether he promised to keep it secret, Salomon didn't have time to find out, and he didn't think the artificial man would violate his orders. He went straight through the portal to the wine cellar of his own manor, knocked over a pile of toys that the Cheshire cat hid here, disturbed Pegasus who was trying to bite the cork with his teeth, and made the dark wine cellar full of chattering toy balls running around, cotton-stuffed mechanical fish with dead fish eyes, and feathers all over the sky.

"Master!" Dinah appeared in the wine cellar like a ghost. She turned aside Pegasus who ran out of the wine cellar in a panic, skillfully kicked away the robot fish that was bouncing towards her, appeared in front of Salomon accurately, and reached out to take his coat. Apparently, the moment he opened the portal, the psychic network among the androids let Dana know where Salomon had landed.

"Let me enjoy playing games for a day." He said, "Remember to bring back the alchemy golem when the time comes, I want to see what class I have today."

"You let the alchemy golem replace you in class again." Dinah said dryly, "Today Tony Stark called, and he seems to need to find you."

"Then let him keep looking for me, have you ever seen me call someone back?"

"The next thing is the witch's message to you. 'Honey, can you do me a favor?', the details are as follows: Prepare two dresses, your adoptive mother Athena seems to want to hold a reception, so the two witches need a tasteful dress."

Ask for a ticket!