The great Father of the Gods was eating at the breakfast on the table. After a wave of Asgardian-style eating behavior, the Father of the Gods licked his fingers and leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction and burped. However, before he could rest for a while, the gate of the shelter was pushed open, and a young man in a gorgeous crimson robe led a large group of plain-dressed, equally young people broke in.

Then the group of aggressive guys were stopped by the community volunteers. The young man in the lead showed an embarrassing smile. He glanced at the crowd and then locked in the target. This young man was not a street gangster who wanted to come to the shelter to make some money. His clothes would have been very valuable. If the volunteers had not discovered this fact, they would have picked up shotguns to greet the group. After a while of negotiation and persuasion (plus the enchantment magic persuasion and money negotiation), Salomon could finally take the apprentices away with the father of the gods who were washed away by the volunteers.

"Where are you going to take me?" The father of the gods held the wrinkled napkin in his hand and refused to let go.

Although the brain of the Father of the Gods was blinded, the power did not disappear. The secret mages of Kamataj carefully followed the Father of the Gods while maintaining an appropriate distance, so as not to wave his arms to smash them into a pool of minced meat in a hurry. Only Salomon could approach the Father of the Gods. He persuaded the Father of the Gods to go with him in a very gentle tone. At the same time, he also sent a message to the Queen who was staying in the cabin to inform him of the current situation.

After dealing with these messy things, Salomon waved to dismiss the few owls and a large number of snakes living in the sewers. It was precisely because of their help that Salomon could find the father of the gods so quickly - although this "fast" refers to searching for the whole night, the result was good, and no one could blame them for their actions, even the temple deacons who would soon come out of the gap in dimensions.

Salomon didn't want to follow up on this matter anymore. He sent the Father of the Gods to the Queen Friga and returned home. The next thing was solved by the Queen Friga. Asgard had reached a deal with the Supreme Master. Salomon just needed to do it, and he could also enjoy a brief peace and the joy of going to college.

Athena gave him a car again.

"How can college students not have their own car?" This is Athena's original words - Salomon originally thought she was going to give away an ordinary car, but he still forgot that the Olympus God system's deep gene preferences and luxury can never be removed. Athena seemed to wave casually, and an Aston Martin slowly drove out of her garage. The person sitting in the driver's seat was Little Lorna. Seeing her excited look, she was also very happy that she could carry out the illegal activity of driving without a license.

"Take a little Lorna around New York." Athena threw her parenting work to Salomon, "By the way, get familiar with the feel of this new car. Next you have to rent an open house in Oxford and remember to find a garage with a garage." Goddess of Wisdom cleared her throat, and she said in an extremely proud tone, "In fact, I have found it! £215 a week, with a separate bathroom and an oven."

[Note: This is the real price, but there is no garage, and most international students will not rent such a house.]

"I want to have baked sweet cakes!" Little Lorna also joined in the fun.

"Just be happy." Salomon rolled his eyes helplessly. As in the past, he would try his best to satisfy Athena's desire to control himself, but Athena, as an adoptive mother, was not satisfied after making these requests. "Then you have to pick up your girlfriend in the car. Although I don't like her, I have to admit that ordinary people are not suitable for you." She said, "Your girlfriend has a gift to you."

"I have a gift for you."

Berenita gently pulled Salomon's collar and pulled him to the bedroom. This bedroom has a gorgeous decoration that the witch always likes, especially the four-poster bed with a crimson silk curtain embroidered with gold thread, which has been baptized over hundreds of years, and its value is no less than a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation.

The light blocked by the crimson curtain made this place a dark and narrow space, and Salomon could not move as if he was held hostage. He seemed to be able to feel the witch's breathing, and the perfume smell of Beyonetta overflowed every corner of the place.

"Just like we did in the past." The witch kissed the secret mage's cheek. His beautiful and strong long legs made Salomon unable to move. The secret mage's heart beat faster and his face was frighteningly blushing. He only felt that his mouth was extremely dry, and his tongue seemed to rub against sandpaper. He only felt that his lungs were about to burn.

"Really...really? But Joan of Arc..."

"Don't worry, your adoptive mother gave her away." Beyonetta blinked playfully, "For the next five hours, we are the only one in this house. Boya, this is your coming-of-age ceremony. Oh, are you shy? Oh~ It's so cute, my dear kitten~"

Just like standing in the sky garden of Babylon, the steaming mist rose with the mist falling from the sky into the lake. The saint's tulle was embroidered with gold threads to worship the gods, and the bright red silk cast a translucent shadow on the earth with the afterglow of the setting sun reflected by the mist. The strong bull was led by the slave. Under the saint's gentle prayer, the sharp blade cut the bull's throat, and blood spilled out, spreading on the saint's arms and the statue of the goddess shrouded in shadow.

The saint walked down the stairs blocked by the shade and dripped the blood in her hands on the foreheads of the believers. She was happy with God and shared glory with God. The saint was the incarnation of the gods. She held the banner of joy high, and the divine light revealed on her blushed cheeks. Even the clouds in the sky were dyed orange. Her thick and long hair hanging like a dark cloud swayed slightly like a forest blown by the breeze, making a rustling sound. Her breathing was as wet as the mist rising from the lake. When she opened her mouth, even the ancient buildings made of stone bricks could not block her voice.

She represented the goddess Bichis, holding the palms of the believers, melting all the joy and anger of Salomon into the lake. She used all her emotions to paint a prayer praising Bichis on the desolate land of Saba, accompanied by the singing and dancing of the three goddesses Yoruba. "Praise Sheba." She said, "The goddess of praising joy and lust, praise Bichis, the mother of Ethiopian monarch Manerik I, the queen accompanied by spices and gold, and she longs for everything about you, Solomon."
Chapter completed!