Natasha straddled Salomon's abdomen, holding an open tactical folding knife in front of him, as if she was about to cut Salomon's skin. This looked like a bloody interrogation scene, provided that Natasha and Salomon were both wearing clothes. "The interrogation begins now, boy." The red-haired spy hung a satisfied smile, and his slightly hoarse voice deliberately slowed down his tone, "You are a little too rough, now is my time for revenge. Don't move around, otherwise I don't know what will happen. If you can honestly explain the truth, I may be able to give you a little reward...Dinah, thank you, I'm just in need of a glass of iced orange juice."

“And there is a dry sheet,” Salomon added, “You’ve got the sheet dirty.”

Natasha Romanov twisted his body dissatisfiedly, looking at Salomon as if he was looking at some naughty high school student, but she was soon subdued, Salomon grabbed her waist and pressed her back to her abs.

Dinah put two glasses of orange juice from the tray on the bedside table.

She glanced coldly at the folding knife in Natasha's hand. After confirming that the thing could not cause danger to the owner, she retreated and left the bedroom without even calling, without giving Natasha any look. "Are she a little dissatisfied with me?" Natasha looked at her leaving, turned her head and looked down at Salomon again, "Did I disturb her last night to rest?"

"Dinah helped you dry after you fell into a coma, and that was the third time she entered the bedroom last night."

"The third time, why didn't I know she had entered the bedroom?"

"At that time you were the crazy lioness, scratching and scratching." Salomon felt the blade pressing against his chest, "What do you want to ask, I can reveal something that is not very confidential."

"First it's a benchmark question, don't think of cheating me on this simple question."

Natasha felt his broad and rough palms surrounding her slender waist, and the warm body temperature penetrated from her skin, making her heart beat faster and faster. The night of joy made her sore as soon as possible, but she knew that she could not resist this temptation again. If she didn't take advantage of her mind to be clear enough, she would have to wait until she was really exhausted tonight. Natasha wasn't even sure if she could remember the problems she had imagined before entering this villa. She now felt her legs were weak... She now regretted that she had endured Salomon's whip by herself, and she should have called Dinah or Wanda to come together.

"Your age is the first question."

Natasha's voice trembled slightly because she felt Salomon's palms stroking upwards, "You have revealed to Nick Fury that you are conducting experiments about time. There is a clear information that the Immortal City and the Tianjian Space Station organized a solar system rescue description, and the rescue object was related to the branches of the Tianma Project. The rescue team has returned from the edge of the solar system, but you and your Imperial Guards have not appeared in front of the public. There is reason to suspect that you did not return with the rescue team..."

“So Nick Fury deduced that I was on a time trip?”

"The most important evidence is the old photo of the Connor family. You are wearing a denim suit and a mustache, which can't be hidden from SHIELD's face recognition intelligence. You are back on Earth, but not with the Sky carrier and your artificial army, but appearing more than a hundred years ago. Isn't that enough to illustrate the problem?" Natasha Romanov slapped the hand that climbed up, "If you want to get a reward, you must answer the question, Salomon."

"About eight thousand years old. The number that is accurate to single digits needs to be asked about Dinah. I'm too lazy to remember this number."

Natasha Romanov gasped. The answer she had imagined would not exceed three digits, but the fact was that the person in front of him lived more than four digits, which meant he witnessed the origin of human civilization with his own eyes. "So, why would there still be... For example, World War I and World War II."

"A question of this level is not something you should ask, Natasha."

"I'm not that stupid. I'd imagine you'd kill the young head of state." Natasha said with a smile. "I think there must be some reasons in this that are beyond the imagination of normal people, which prevent you from doing something that changes the established history."

"I want to go back to this world and make sure that nothing has changed before the time jumps. I need to maintain what has happened, push what must happen but has not happened, and assume those important roles in history. Destiny is a web of curtains that covers the material universe and endless possibilities. By choosing to maintain the stability of the material universe, each choice will extend countless possibilities. Each possibility will extend countless options. Even if you put your eyes on the curtain, you cannot see the result of each possibility. No one can be sure whether doing a good thing will lead to a worse end."

Salomon patted her hips, "The world is now the best situation. It has infinite possibilities instead of falling into complete destruction. In addition, the world I live in belongs to this timeline, so I have to maintain it. More importantly, such a timeline gives me many opportunities to conduct social experiments, accumulate experience, exercise skills, summarize experience, and find a social system that can adapt to future human beings."

"You can tell me about the history, you know, I'm very interested in it."

"No, you don't want it, this is the task Nick Fury gave you," Salomon said. "Tell me what you're really interested in, Natasha."

"You haven't been in public for more than two months. Do you know how the CIA judges?" Natasha Romanov said with interest. "They intend to launch a propaganda offensive, buy the media, and claim that you are the holographic projection and robot created by Victor von Doom."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "They plan to convince NATO allies to launch an attack on Yugoslavia or instigate Romanian rebellion." Salomon casually said the speculation. Looking at Natasha's slightly surprised expression, he explained, "For Europe and North America, the emperor's identity has far more power than ordinary nuclear bombs. The premise of many trade treaties reached by Yugoslavia is that the emperor will not lead the army in their country for no reason.

In the borderline, the CIA and the White House hope that NATO allies can attack Yugoslavia must weaken the fear brought by the image of the ‘Emperor’, at least to deceive the ignorant proletarian civilians to give them the courage to go to the front line and point their guns at the glittering golden giants. This is what the European NATO allies want to see—it is foreseeable that the next step is to vilify and slander the emperor, which is a traditional Christian propaganda technique, and we will soon see the emperor's comics published in traditional media."

Natasha pursed her lips, "You must have never thought of these before you jumped in time."

"From the proof of identity, I'm only 21 years old now," Salomon said. "By the way, the author of the comic is Clinberg, who sounds like a Jew. The contents of the next ten issues of satirical comics are kept in the first bookcase on the left side of the study. These are comic manuscripts I worked hard to complete. The Washington Post offers more than $4,000 and is published once a week."

"Why do you want to draw your own satirical cartoon?" Natasha asked in surprise with wide eyes.

"Does the comics that satirize the Emperor have anything to do with the Avengers' King Arthur? Don't forget that I am still the most mysterious King Arthur in the Avengers. Apart from members of the Avengers, not many people in the world know about the relationship between King Arthur and the Emperor." Salomon sat up and held Natasha in his arms. "I am waiting for NATO to launch an attack first, and only in this way can I have an excuse to counterattack and annex the land. Before the upcoming crisis, I must solve the internal problems of the earth."

The small folding knife fell to the ground.

Natasha Romanov trembled all over, holding Salomon's neck tightly, completely forgot that she had asked only one irrelevant question. In the evening, she had enjoyed a sauna that relaxed her muscles, and lay in a bath towel on a soft recliner beside the steaming pool, as lazy as a sleeping fox. When she woke up, Natasha realized that the answer given by Salomon was too shocking. Her idea of ​​trying to touch the truth step by step was declared bankrupt from the beginning. Salomon who had lived for eight thousand years was completely different from Salomon who had lived for twenty-one years. Her little thought was seen through at the beginning.

Although she spent most of her time enjoying love, Natasha Romanov still completed psychological profiles. She could feel that Salomon must have experienced many special things. The worldview of the civilized world in the 21st century seemed out of place for him. Salomon only lived for twenty years in the 21st century, and then from the 6,000th BC to the present, the twenty years of the 21st century had an impact on his concept of life as much as more than eight thousand years later. Although she believed that the twenty-one-year-old Salomon and the eight thousand-year-old Salomon were the same person, or the Avenger "King Arthur" she knew, the concept of the eight thousand-year-old Salomon would be more direct.

This is simply the real version of "That Man from Earth".

Salomon had such an idea before time jumped. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers opposed it quite a bit. They both thought Salomon's idea was too cruel. After all, not everyone could accept the bloody reality. Even Steve Rogers, who participated in World War II, could not accept it.

Nowadays, Salomon, who is standing at a higher time scale, looks at the relationship between states in the 21st century, his ideas will only be more cruel and primitive. A simplest example. Before World War II, European countries occupied land through military colonization and supported regimes. After World War II, capitalist countries colonized and supported regimes through economic means. This is a more advanced way of exploitation, but Salomon can skip the frost floating on the hot soup of mankind called politics, pointing to the meta-rules of violence.

He did not accept protests and marches, did not accept negotiations, and was even more disdainful of concealing. He would conquer with swords and guns, wipe away the enemy's words and history with flames, sow the rebels' land with salt, and force the conquered people to accept his civilization. Compared to the concealed human rights convention, he was the person who truly treated different human groups equally - he forced everyone equally, just like the Roman Empire BC, forcing the conquered land to implement Roman laws and accept Roman rule - this is a cruel and practical philosophy of survival, pointing directly to the essence of civilization. True peace comes from war, and true fusion comes from swords, which is a painful reality that modern human beings cannot truly accept.

Natasha knew that although humans today claim to have civilization, in Salomon's eyes, there is no difference between the current human beings and the human beings eight thousand years ago. Civilization is just a disguise. From the bonfire, the tone of this world is always killing and reproduction. Only true unification can calm the endless internal friction between human beings. If the crisis Salomon mentioned is real, then a bulk earth will definitely not be able to fight the fleet from the universe. She did not show obvious disgust like Tony Stark or Steve Rogers, because this set of ideas is the result of the psychological experts formed by Nick Fury to analyze Salomon. Except for Nick Fury and Salomon herself, she knew this set of ideas earlier than anyone else.

The maid holding the dining plate appeared in front of Natasha at the right time.

"Where is your master, Dinah?" Natasha looked up and asked the maid. She didn't really think Dinah was a servant because the artificial man knew Salomon better than she did. She pointed to the plate and said, "It's dinner time. He said he would have dinner with me. Where is he?"

"You don't have permission." Dinah replied coldly.

"What permission do I have?" Natasha tilted her head, her red hair scattered on her wet shoulders. It's June, and the average temperature in Texas' evening is only 21 degrees Celsius. Combined with the heat emitted from the steaming pool, Natasha, wrapped in a bath towel, felt extremely comfortable. "Do you have a sauna and a spa at will?"

"You can ask questions." Dinah held the plate and didn't move.

"Can you answer honestly?" Natasha smiled sly.

Dinah might be a better breakthrough, at least the cold maid disdains to lie.

"You can get the answers you can know."

Natasha stroked her lower abdomen under the bath towel. Salomon gave her this promise a few years ago, and it was not through the imagined scientific method. She simply snapped her fingers and blinked her eyes and recovered her injured body. This incident was a miracle. Natasha even felt younger and her bones that had been broken and restored no longer felt sore.

Now she can feel the seeds in her body taking root and sprouting.

“Can I have his children?”

"It is difficult to combine powerful genes, and talents will only annihilate each other," said Dinah. "You are a mortal, and your genes may be able to combine with your master's genes."

"You mean, I will have his child, and that child can still have his talent?"

"I haven't said that." Dinah put down the plate, and Natasha only felt that she was looking at herself with a picky look, like a butcher looking at a piece of meat to be slaughtered. "The master has had mortal children, and they have not shown any special talent."

"He has had a child? That's right, after all, he has lived for so long. Can you tell me what his child is called?"

Dinah hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should disclose this information.

"Some children survived, some died, but they were all forgotten. What is certain is that they did not inherit any explicit talent. I can't tell you everything, Natasha, but you should give birth to a child to inherit the family. All the assets of this family are prepared for you, including a family that serves for generations.

"A name, Dinah, this is my request. I will not tell anyone that this is my promise."
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