Chapter 746 Alcoholism (Second Change)

"Can you... reveal something." Sophies shrugged. "I think you should tell most people in the Immortal City about your prophecy. My father did just that. According to the records, if it wasn't for my father's prophecy, the ancestors of our people would never have been able to leave Constantinople. Since my father's prophecy has something to do with you, your prophecy should be credible."

"No." Salomon shook his head and rejected Sophia's proposal, "We are in the middle of a war, so we must use deceit to the extreme. I must take the position of a chess player from the perspective of an outer dimension in order to win the entire war. You must not understand what I am saying now, because our opponent is not in the physical universe. I am unprepared and unexpected. I cannot tell other people about some of my crucial plans, not even a single word, because they are everywhere."

"Mystery!" Sophia rolled her eyes.

When her father told Salomon how he left Constantinople more than a thousand years ago, Salomon thought that Jacob was very good at using mysticism to persuade others. Today, the ancestors of almost all the people in Siberia followed Jacob because of that sense of mystery. After receiving education, Sophia also knew that this was a means of manipulating people's hearts-she knew that Salomon was not a kind person. The reason why he came to save her people was because of Jacob. Obeying the orders of the master of the Immortal City is the only way for her and her people to survive. This has been decided as early as a thousand years ago, and she must obey the orders. She shook her red braids and stood up from her seat with a sigh. She had participated in the siege of [Holy Trinity] presided over by Victoria Hand, and she knew that if it wasn't for the Immortal City, today's [Holy Trinity] would have sent mercenaries with armed helicopters to slaughter her people. Lara Croft alone could not make up for the gap in weapons and equipment.

"I'm going on vacation. I haven't met Laura for a long time." She thought for a while, and managed to find a decision within her own rights. "Otherwise, I won't take my clansmen to participate in the next gangster extermination war training."

"Of course, I miss her too. The premise is that you take good care of your people first, at least not letting them cause trouble near the station." The mystic said with a smile, "I heard that the average monthly alcohol consumption of your people is more than twice the average daily intake of Russians today. I don't want my soldiers to be a bunch of drunks."

"We just add vodka to tea, which is our traditional drink." Faced with doubts and warnings, the girl who has no Slavic ancestry doesn't care at all. What she said next fully reflected the influence of the environment on genes. The low temperature in Siberia made this Greek girl more like a Slav than a Slav, especially in her attitude towards alcohol. "You should try too, hot tea and hot wine can save you from the harsh winter."

The traditional drink that Sophia and her people can hardly do without is not something everyone can safely enjoy. There is no standard practice for that tea drink, and many versions have been born over a thousand years. Salomon drank the most basic tea under Jacob's introduction. The tea smelled fragrant, but at the moment of entrance, it was like swallowing a flame. He had to suspect that the two pieces of tea leaves in the teacup were just for charging, and the rest of the liquid was actually alcohol with a concentration of more than 70%.

Salomon was surprised to find that most of the women he knew had alcohol problems to varying degrees.

Athena and the witch drank wine like water, and Wanda and Natasha Romanoff could drink a whole glass of vodka that could kill an elephant without changing their faces. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is true, especially Wanda, after she learned the little magic that would not get drunk, she tended to drink freely. Now Salomon regretted that he told her the formula of [The Panacea]. Due to the course, Wanda now stays at home every day to cook all kinds of potions, and the mystic has to install an exhaust fan and industrial-grade air filtration facilities in the penthouse to prevent the Drug Enforcement Administration from breaking in. That way Wanda would be arrested 100% and prosecuted by the District Attorney's Office for poisoning and cruelty to animals (laboratory animals).

And maybe the IRS, since the wages Wanda receives are never taxed in the United States.

"I heard about it." As usual, Natasha Romanov drank the burning glass of spirits without changing her expression. She exhaled a hot breath full of alcohol smell, and even her skin heated up. Salomon had a very sensitive experience of this. After all, there is no way to detect changes in body temperature more nuanced than direct contact. A poor poet would have praised her breath as hot as her body.

Salomon shook his head, throwing the awful phrase out of his mind.

"You did it in Hell's Kitchen."

"Is this something important?" Salomon was a little surprised why Natasha came to him now. He had thought that Tony Stark would tell the others about it as soon as he returned to the Avengers base in upstate New York, so he was also prepared to respond to the questioning. However, if Natasha Romanoff hadn't asked him out to her secret apartment, Salomon wouldn't even know how the Avengers would react to it.

"That's not true, both Tony and Steve are very cautious about what you do." She sniffed, as if the glass of wine hadn't solved her cold problem. She poured herself another glass and continued to speak in a thick nasal voice, "They want to know why you did this—you better have a good reason, otherwise you can't explain why you brought field artillery to the city for use. This is not an ordinary gang firefight, and the state government wants to continue investigating."

"And have you investigated who the person who carried out this investigation was?"

The agent suddenly realized.

"Are they all yours?" She showed a resentful expression, "You are developing faster than Hydra. I'm afraid we have just wiped out Hydra, and you will become the new Hydra."

"Someone has to fill the vacancy, Natasha. This is elected politics where politics and business are integrated. Bribes can be accepted legally and elections can be manipulated. It was like this in ancient Greece two thousand years ago, and it will be like this in the United States two thousand years later. Nothing has changed. There is Skull and Bones without Hydra, and there are Jewish plutocrats and military-industrial complexes. Someone will always fill the gap."

"You're expressing your views on current affairs again. We agreed not to discuss those matters." Natasha frowned. She found that the folk remedies from her hometown didn't work. According to the agreement, she had to take the cold medicine made by Salomon. The cold potion, however, looked terrible, a yellow-green, steaming slush with a horrible smell of fermented vegetables as soon as it was uncorked.

"Do I really want to drink this?" She pushed back against the back of the sofa, looking very resistant to it.

"Your stuffy nose will clear up in ten minutes. I don't even know why you're running around in tight leather jackets in winter, isn't that the best way to catch a cold?"

"I was on a mission, you can't ask me to wear armor, can you?"

"I can." Salomon said with a smile, "I have prepared a Christmas present for you, and now it seems that it is better for me to give it to you in advance."

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