When Salomon woke up again, he had returned to Kamataj headquarters and slept on his soft bed. The gray shorthaired cat lay in his ear and snorted with a series of snorings. His pink tongue, full of flesh, even forgot to withdraw it, as if he wanted to lick the fragrance in the air. Salomon didn't know whether it had been sleeping here or was specially accompanied by him after he was sent back, but in any case, this warm little thing always made him seek warmth in the cold Himalayas.

"It likes you very much." The Supreme Master sat beside his disciple's bed, and the thick bedding on Salomon was covered by the Venerable. "After I sent you back, the cat jumped onto your bed. Before that, it was enjoying the canned beef bought by Casillaos. It likes you very much, and there are not many cats in the world who can refuse canned beef."

"What happened?" Salomon spoke with confusion. It was a perfect sleep. He didn't dream of anything. Until he woke up, the fragrance of flowers still lingered in his nose. Since he was born, he had never felt that he was so good that even the memories in the stigma could not crush him. "I only remember a fragrance of flowers." He said, "I guess that was the scent of Merlin."

"He wants to let you dream, and no one in this world knows dreams better than Merlin because of his bloodline. I believe you have heard such legends, and legends are often facts. Merlin can enter anyone's dreams." The Venerable said slowly, "He diagnosed your symptoms. It is not a curse, nor any external dimension creature touches your brain. Child, you can let go. Those dreams do not come from the outside, but yourself."

"Myself?" Salomon thought of a possibility.

"Yes." The Venerable also guessed what the disciple was thinking, "From now on, you can do whatever you want. Destiny has changed. When you obtain this key, you will jump out of the script of the gods. You are the axis of destiny. The silver key will be your gate to the ultimate mystery of the universe - or in other words, the root, the Akashic record, and anything you call it. Those who go there will know everything, and their wisdom can even surpass Emperor Weishan."

“It sounds like your plan.”

"This is my plan, or your plan." The Venerable said with a smile, "In this universe, the so-called root is the eternal God, and the roots you can pursue are not only in this universe. This is an extremely enviable thing. Your future is promising, Salomon, your future is far better than I imagined. The Seventh Throne is not your final choice."

"What about my dream?"

"That is something that may be in the future, it may be something that has happened, or even something that has happened in the past, who knows. But that is your dream, and your cat also appears in the dream, and this is the evidence. It is precisely because this dream comes from yourself that all the defense methods are useless." said the Supreme Master, "But don't worry, Merlin has helped you solve the problem, and that dream will not disturb you again."

"Then can't I say 'The Emperor of Weishan is above!', but to say 'Merlin's beard!', I think these two are similar." Salomon sat up and stuffed the sleeping cat into the bedding. "Where is Balsazze? Did he see Merlin?"

"It's not your style to say silly when you wake up." The Venerable also stood up, she still had a lot to do. "As for Barsazze." The Supreme Master shook his head contemptuously, but he did not despise Barsazze, but his teacher, the mixed-race nightmare. "He didn't see Merlin. Merlin ran away before he woke up, leaving only one letter. But I'm sure that's definitely not an apology. Merlin never apologized, and he didn't have such feelings. He was just worried about being fisted."

"Everyone said that, Merlin seems to be a very annoying guy."

"Merlin has always been like this. When he lied to me to pull out the sword in the stone, everything was a farce for him." Whenever Merlin had done something, the Supreme Master clenched his fist angrily. This is one of the rare things that can make the Venerable lose control of his emotions. "But he can't kill him. As long as the world is still dreaming, he can live forever. But I haven't made this old guy feel good. He has tasted my fist, but this is far from enough. The account that Camelo fell has not been completely settled."

"Well, if I had the pleasure of going to Avalon, I'd be helping you punch Merlin twice, if I could do it." Salomon got off the bed and stood barefoot on the cold stone floor, "Teacher, that is, I'm fine now?"

"Yes."

"Then I can't wait to see what the witches will have after eating cold pizza for a few days. That's definitely not very good." Salomon touched his stomach. "I don't know how long I've been sleeping, but I'm hungry."

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"You should know you look very good, Salomon Damonet?" Joan Arc slowly cut the steak on the plate with a dining knife. This was the second slice of steak. She wanted to pretend to be disdainful of these foods, but when she smelled the steak, she couldn't help but take a bite. Although her dining posture was very elegant, her eating speed was no longer as slow as the Cheshire Cats could eat canned beef, so that a little gravy was splashed on the crimson loose nightgown she wore.

Beyonetta nodded, echoing Joan of Arc's words. During the days when Salomon was stranded in Kamataj, the witches also tried to cook on their own, but the result was not satisfactory. Salomon saw the coke and pizza boxes in the trash can and knew what the ending was. He could still distinguish between beef and potato (probably) corpses from the cokes. He could not think of what the witches did, and treated the beef so cruelly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Beyonita's so-called "home-type woman" is just a self-proclaimer.

"I thought you were going to provoke some girls these days. Tell me, have they dug each other's eyes down to fight for you?" Joan of Arc took a sip of red wine and showed contempt, "You don't tell us anything, you don't tell us what happened to you. You only told us that you are going to stay at Kamataj for a few days. Are we guests passing by your doorstep? Although we may not be able to help, we are..."

"What is it?" Salomon asked.

"Yes...yes..." Joan of Arc suddenly blushed. She put down her knife and fork and stammered, but she couldn't speak that word.

"It's family." Beyonetta smiled jokingly and answered at the right time, "Boya, you should know that we are family members, and you should tell us what you encountered. This is the meaning of family members. It is not a good habit to take care of everything by one person."

"Seresa!" Joan of Arm's face was flushed and he shouted in dissatisfaction, "You are spoiling him!"

"I just...I wasn't sure where those dreams came from at that time, Beyonita." Salomon sighed, "I'm worried that those dreams involve a chaotic universe - in a sense it is indeed the case. I'm worried that you will face those indescribable things, and I may still face those things without going into madness, but you can't."

"Why can't it work? Can those gods block bullets?"

"I don't know this."

"Next time, Boya, you must tell me whatever happens." Beyonetta sipped the wine, "and your adoptive mother. I reached an agreement with Athena, and you should tell her what happened to you, and the children in the orphanage miss you very much."

"What the hell did you say to Athena? Why did my family suddenly get lower. Who else is behind me now, Cheshire Cat?"

"No, Cheshire Cats can go to bed." Joan of Arc mercilessly repaired the knife, "and you, no."

"If you want, you can do it now." Beyonetta stretched out her long legs from under her loose, glossy dark black silk nightgown and gently touched Salomon's calves with her toes. The woman's nightgown was wearing nothing, this was the witch's style of dressing.
Chapter completed!