Salomon's method is simple and rough, and does not show much intelligence and their enemies are not as difficult as the guardians of the British Museum.

Of course, this refers to the magical level.

Although I said this, the opponent this time is not a good role. The descendants of Puritans who participated in the trial of Salem witches, these Puritan civilian families who hang innocent women still control Salem's politics and economy for generations, which is the hereditary system of capitalism.

Ricky White is a descendant of the civilian family, and he is a senator from Salem.

Salomon and Master Xiao Wang found a cafe across the street from the city government. They sat here, waiting for the politician to appear.

"Uh, it tastes like a boiling mud." Salomon held a cup of coffee with excessive milk and sugar in his hand. He always hated coffee. No matter how much milk and sugar he added, he would always feel sour in his mouth.

He looked at Master Wang sitting opposite the white round table with a slanted eye, "Senior Brother Wang, is this the tuna sandwich you have eaten? We are here to monitor, not to eat."

"My father had not had time to confiscate the living expenses I just paid yesterday." Master Wang patted his chubby belly, and he said indifferently, "Of course I have to seize the opportunity to eat something delicious. Do you like to eat Kama Taj's cafeteria? Who of us did not go to the Hong Kong Temple to have a free meal?"

Salomon rolled his eyes. Master Xiao Wang was still optimistic about his body shape. He firmly believed that only by eating more and raising himself to gain weight can he have the strength to survive the hard training of Kama Taj, at least when he was punched in the stomach.

It is a good thing to be broad-minded and fat, but the Kama Taj, which emphasizes asceticism, is an alien. The people there are either thin or strong, you are just fat and have a single abdominal muscle. Who do you hit if you don’t hit?

"When will we wait here?" Master Xiao Wang hiccupped with satisfaction. Today was the most enjoyable day he ate. After leaving the supervision of Master Hamil, he swallowed and ate like a wild dog. Satisfied, he naturally had no impatient feeling. The reason why he asked this was just to know if he had time to eat a few more.

"I don't know." Salomon shook his head.

But Salomon is very patient - a politician will not stay here all the time. He always has to go out to socialize, entertain, and take care of his business. This is the product of the capitalist dictatorship and will always wait for him.

"If you send me to Washington, I will promise to make reforms and to guarantee my life that my heart will remain unchanged." Ricky White was speaking generously on the noise-filled TV screen of the cafe. It can be seen from the background that he was in front of the city government in Salem.

"I will always be Ricky White, the son of Salem, and I will always fight for everything we have until I can do my best..."

Maybe it was because the TV in the cafe was disrepaired, not only did the picture always have a little noise, but the sound also had a little noise.

Ricky White's campaign statement gradually became blurred. Salomon leaned his body on a soft chair with a cushion and a soft backrest, watching the withered yellow leaves rolling through the streets outside the window.

He closed his eyes slightly, and slowly, the noise disappeared, and the sound of the vehicle passing by was gone. He could hear the dripping of water from the faucet in the cafe kitchen, the resonance of water droplets hitting the stainless steel pool, and the electric current sound from poor contact of fluorescent lamps.

Even further away, the clicking sound of the radio knob, the mucus sound of the separation of lips and tongues between lovers, and the far-reaching bird song.

"Hey, Salomon, wake up!" A rapid shaking interrupted Salomon's meditation, "They are out!"

Salomon opened his eyes and yawned.

This is the power of a saint as the Venerable said. He will gradually have stronger physical qualities than ordinary people, such as more extraordinary hearing and vision. These abilities will gradually appear as he grows older. But he is not a superman in the comics. According to the Venerable, his body has been strengthened by magic and will not leave the scope of human beings no matter what. Although this is already an exaggeration for ordinary people.

During a short break, he meditated and did not cast the astral projection that he had always despised - this spell was studied by the Venerable according to Tibetan Tantric scriptures, and this spell was generally used by Kama Taj's spell when he was studying all night.

Salomon scoffed at this, and just sleep well and do so many troublesome things.

Of course, the classics of Kama Taj are not only projected by astral body. If a mage is interested in this aspect, he can continue to study the method of the Exporting Yang Divine Artist Zhang Boduan collected by the Venerable.

It’s just that no one has learned it. The method of dual cultivation of life sounds good, but it took too long, which has never been consistent with Kama Taj’s purpose.

Salomon looked out along the sight of Master Xiaowang. Just outside the glass window, Ricky White, with short golden hair, walked out of the city government gate with his secretary Goria, and was about to get into a black sedan.

"Stop! Don't disturb me casting spells." Salomon retracted his hand and began to chant the spell in a low voice.

Salem Town is not big, and the streets are not too spacious. Most of the buildings here have gray-black walls, which look very cold. It seems that the residents here prefer a peaceful life and are not very interested in things like developing into a big town.

Therefore, the cafe where Salomon is located is not far from Ricky White, and the spell he cast is enough to reach the goal.

When Master Xiaowang saw Salomon pointing his finger, Ricky White fell to the ground with his secretary Goria, wearing a red plush piping jacket. When Master Xiaowang looked carefully, he was shocked.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "You... why did you take off his pants!" He widened his eyes and looked at Salomon with disbelief, "What kind of magic is this?"

"Pants removal technique." Salomon replied.

This magic is a trick used by many mage apprentices in Graleon, but many mages who have been famous for many years still use this spell as one of the common spells. Because except for warriors wearing plate armor, whether you use a belt or a suspender, you cannot prevent your pants from falling to your ankles. As long as you don't want to fight naked, even legendary warriors cannot escape this magic.

Who can avoid tripping over the fallen pants?

Ricky White stood up in panic, and his bodyguards in black suits blocked the others' sight in time - after all, a senator took off his pants in the street was not good news.

"Okay, we can set off." Salomon stood up and continued to recite the spell while walking towards the target.

The bodyguards in black who originally looked very majestic bent down one by one, because their pants fell to the ground one by one, which attracted tourists' attention. Salomon and Master Xiao Wang quickly squeezed over.

The bodyguards in black hurriedly held their pants while blocking the reporters. They tried to stop the paparazzi from shooting, but the results were minimal because their trousers had been stepped on by the clever reporters and they could not walk a single step.

Salomon squeezed around the crowd, and he kept chanting spells in his mouth. With his magic, the movements and reactions of the crowd around him became slower. He raised one hand over his head, and golden dust filled everyone's head.

"Close your eyes." He whispered to Master Xiao Wang, followed by a strong light comparable to a flash bomb. The onlookers couldn't help but close their eyes, and some even shed tears due to excessive stimulation of the eyeballs.

"Hurry up, it's the ring with pink gems!"
Chapter completed!