"Sweet morning, ha? You brought breakfast to the witch's bed and woke her up gently, with gentle movements-"

"Stop talking, Stephanie."

"—You may have to come and have a shot after breakfast, and I will also help your apprentice wipe your butt on a private plane. Bribery is not the most difficult place. The MP is not only stupid enough but also easy to buy, but such people are very prone to scandals. I immediately started to clean the transaction records after the transaction was over, and after I arrived at the hotel, I even made another deal with Citibank. Do you know what impact will it have on your skin if you don't sleep for a night?"

Stephanie started changing clothes in front of Salomon. The two sisters' artificial people have already put on pencil skirts or women's suits and are ready to follow Stephanie to enter the White House. "What are you doing in Washington? If you want to find someone to fight, just go to a bar where there will definitely be plenty of bastards to vent your energy and don't have to feel guilty about the weak. Go and tease some medicine and fuck them, don't worry about me."

"I brought you a potion, the first honey flower. It is guaranteed to help you get energetic, a thousand times better than those bad energy drinks, and even make you live to two hundred years old. Dear, can you pour us two glasses of brandy? I think if there is a glass of wine, this potion will be easier to swallow." Salomon took the glass handed over by the artificial human and thanked him, and then poured the potion into the glass of wine belonging to Stephanie.

After putting on his clothes, the daughter of Hydra walked over with expressionless expression and took the glass of wine from the secret wizard who had been waiting for a long time. She did it on purpose, and Salomon was sure that she had deliberately asked him to wait for so long to punish him. But Salomon only thought this behavior was cute. "I came to Washington just because I was going to attend a meeting today," he said. "I didn't even know you were coming to Washington before you came to your apartment last night."

She looked at him deeply, a little surprised that she didn't know what Salomon was going to schedule today. However, she was used to Salomon's method of keeping the little secrets, so she had no intention of continuing to explore. As he often said, the right person knew the right thing, and if Salomon thought she had to know, she would tell her on his own initiative.

"So we are going back to the Immortal City together?" Stephanie took a sip of brandy mixed with potions, then raised her eyebrows in surprise. She found that the potion and brandy were surprisingly delicious. I'm afraid this is not a coincidence. There are not many people in this world who can care about the flavor of alchemy potions. Considering that there are even fewer people who use alchemy potions to mix with bartenders, Salomon is one of them. She had heard a lot of complaints about Salomon during her research in Kamataj. Many of those secret mages were used by Salomon to test the flavor of the potions.

"Wow, it's not the smell of booger! I remember that the recovery potion you gave Modu once was the smell of booger. He almost exploded when he mentioned this. In short, I should be able to end the meeting at 3:00 pm and see if the Saudi prince was a Skuru. The subsequent matter was handed over to the assassin and interrogator, and our work was completed."

"No problem, my meeting will end before 1:00 pm."

"Wait." Stephanie called out to the Secret Mage who had just opened the guest room door. "Your robes are not suitable for meetings at all. Here are your customized suits, put on them and dress up handsomely, don't embarrass me."

"No need for that, my meeting was held in a bar instead of the White House, where there were only addicts, alcoholics, pedophiles, racists and other bastards... Shit, it seems that there is no difference from the White House. You're right, I'd better wear a suit."

Victor von Doom kept sneering to express his disdain for Salomon's clothing choices, "You actually came to this bar in a custom suit. Do you think this is a politician party?"

"Aren't you wearing the mask I provided?" The Secret Master felt that his olfactory receptor was surrounded by endless smoke of cigarettes. Even so, he still smelled the smell of urine under the bar. "And we are going to steal something in a high-end occasion. Your clothes can only be treated as a cleaner. Don't worry, I will solve the problem of where you need to spend money. I have an invitation."

"Is this a joke that I can't understand?" Victor von Dum put down his wine glass and his face was gloomy. "What we are going to is the family gathering of the deputy director of the CIA. We only have one chance to find that document. I have to figure out what the Americans have done to my country. Do you understand? I have investigated it clearly. The beast got a piece of the pie and took away the hard-earned money of my people. I want him to pay the price and hang everyone in the chain of interests, and even a dog will not let go - when my people are starving, those pet dogs are actually eating snowflake beef. Wait, you won't ask him to be handed over to American law like those idiots?"

"The law protects the weak, he is not, and even those dogs are not."

"Very good, I know you're not a fool. Let's finish our last glass of wine and start. It's a good cooperation."

"Well, magic is not allowed. You are a defector, remember?"

"I don't need it." Victor von Dum said coldly. Although Salomon convinced him to show him the Immortal City, Victor von Dum also needed to confirm that Salomon really wanted to carry out the cause. He needed to see that Salomon's Immortal City would really help his country develop, take back resources from Western politicians and exchange them for the people, just as the Immortal City did in several cities in Africa - but unlike the African continent, if that happens in Eastern Europe, it will immediately attract attention. Even if Western propaganda agencies deny it, it is ugly to educate national racists, but in their hearts, Africans, Middle Easterners, Latin Americans and Asians still belong to "sub-humans", and only the blonde and blue-eyed people are humans.

Any war that happened in Africa, the Middle East and Asia is just pictures and texts on the news, with no practical meaning, and there are even ideas like "they are not Christians, this is a punishment for not believing in God." This is their real idea. They just dare not say such things. If they make a mistake, they may even go to the Baptist Church to take a bath, and then they are as innocent as a newborn baby.

Victor von Dum is one of the few idiots who can curse with Salomon to curse the foolish people taught by Western education. After doing this, their friendship has been more than that. In fact, Victor von Dum Dum has discussed with Salomon more than once about the future development path of Latovigna. "Food, military industry, energy, metallurgy, and banks must be nationalized. The confiscation of assets of Western enterprises will inevitably face sanctions, and Latovigna's productivity cannot bear at all. Even the Immortal City cannot feed so many people. Salomon, although your ideal is great, the Immortal City is still too small."

"What if... what if I have a grain base and a hydroponic farm?" Salomon swallowed the last of the ice beer and said to Victor von Doom with a little show of his attitude. "Do you think I'm not ready? My scientists have long screened out the most suitable genetically modified crops, with high yields and pest resistance, which are very suitable for your people."

"I didn't see your food planting base in the Immortal City." The human face mask on Victor von Dum's face faithfully reflected his expression. This was a small gift from Salomon after the visit, and it was a technology from SHIELD. "Even if you start building a farm now, we will start in an hour!"
Chapter completed!