"Don't you really want to study?" Salomon, who had just returned to the Immortal City from Bodley, looked at Lorelai who was lying on the seat and couldn't help frowning. He waved at the camera placed beside him, signaling Dinah, who was far away in New York to hand over the task. Salomon didn't force Lorelai to pick up the book now. Forced learning was indeed very painful, but what was even more painful was that learning didn't know what it was useful for.

Therefore, he planned to explain his intentions to Lorelai. Of course, he would not mention any of his ultimate goal, otherwise he would let the witch catch the handle.

"Do you know why you always fail?" He picked up Lorelai in the seat and placed it on his legs. His problem caught Lorelai's attention slightly - she had already changed into the clothes that Salomon had prepared for her, and she was not at all resistant to the overly exposed outfit. Instead, she enjoyed the feeling of Salomon touching her skin, which made her feel that she was one step closer to achieving her goal, at least it was much better than being locked in those metal torture instruments.

She would be locked in for half the day for extremely humiliating punishment. She believed that this was a game between Salomon and her, and that as long as Salomon failed, she would become her prey.

What Lorelai didn't know was that these were all the illusions Salomon left for her.

"Why?" she whispered, with a dissatisfied expression. "Is there anything wrong with my desire to enjoy a luxurious life?"

"Of course not, but you always aim for unreliable people." Salomon pointed to the book and pointed to Lorelai's head. "One has no brains and the other is unhappy. It's really unlucky that the father of the gods has spread his two uneasy sons. Asgard will be finished sooner or later. The books I give you tell you how to maintain a luxurious life. Although it takes time and effort, ruling a country is never easy."

Lorelai glared at Salomon, and then returned to the lack of interest. She seemed not to listen to Salomon's words, but played with her long orange-red hair on her own.

"It's not impossible for you to have a luxurious life. You don't care how this kind of life comes, right?" Salomon continued. "But my queen must be knowledgeable and talented. You are not very smart now. At least compared with your sister, your intelligence is not enough."

"Then go find her!" When Amora mentioned, Lorelai's reaction was extremely fierce. She was like a fish constantly fluttering in Salomon's arms. She had been in the dungeon of Asgard for hundreds of years, but her sister had no intention of helping her at all. The relationship between the two sisters was not necessarily very good.

"That's why your sister wasn't arrested and you'll fall into the hands of Sif," Salomon said patiently. "You're not smart enough, Lorelai, so you need to learn. If you don't want to learn, you can only stay in this basement."

"Then I won't be the queen, let me go. You don't have to worry about where I go, I won't be caught by the Asgardians anyway."

"Oh, is it? You are the spoils I have taken from the hands of the Father of the Gods. I have the power to deal with them. Learning this knowledge is the only place in my hands that you can reflect your value. If there is no value, then all you can have is death."

Lorelai turned his head and saw Salomon's serious expression. The courage she had just raised disappeared in an instant. "Okay, I will learn." She said in frustration. "Hey, my sister hasn't learned these things. What are you going to do? I thought you would stay here with me."

"Do you think I'm as leisure as you?" Salomon opened the door and left without looking back. Before leaving, he casts spells at the door - this room converted from a vault has a thick metal password door, and the protection measures are higher than those of the bank. With Lorelai's ability, she absolutely cannot open it. What's more, Salomon also added multiple secret magic locks at the door, and Lorelai had no hope of escape.

The reason why Salomon rushed back from Bodley had nothing to do with Lorelai, it was entirely because Maya Hansen informed him that she had achieved results in using alchemy to transform the desperate virus, and as the lab director, she had to notify the real boss.

"The DNA of the Knight of the Round Table was stitched into the desperate virus." When talking about her research results, Maya Hansen, with a messy hair, looked proud. Behind her were several glass coffins with extreme temperatures, and there were several bones in the coffin, with some rotten flesh on them.

This is an experiment that Princess Su Rui of Wakanda could not accept, and only Maya Hansen practiced this process personally. The carrion on the remains of these round table knights was born by Salomon using black magic. Although the rot was not too serious, the negative energy contained in each trace of flesh and blood would kill the fragile virus when the desperate virus transcribed genetic material. However, if the positive energy potion given by Salomon was used to neutralize, the carrion would turn into a pool of foul mud, and it was impossible to extract effective genetic material.

This is the problem Maya Hansen needs to overcome in the near future, and now it seems that she has succeeded.

"I placed the ether particles on the alchemy symbols according to the method you gave. The Sora Red Lindruid Order helped a lot. They helped adjust the alchemy symbols and modified them many times without getting tired of it." At this moment, Maya Hansen was still immersed in excitement, and the high priest of the Sora Red Lindruid Order, the blonde girl wearing glasses, lowered her head shyly.

Maya Hansen's test bench looks like a combination of advanced science and ignorance and superstition, but she has made technological breakthroughs in this place.

"Although it hasn't been maintained for too long, it's enough for the desperate virus to transcribe the Knights' DNA from the Round Table."

"Very good, then the first phase of the experiment is about to begin. Are you mentally prepared?" Salomon bent down and looked at the desperate viruses put in the refrigerator. These desperate viruses have transcribed the effective genetic material fragments of the Knight of the Round Table. Even in the low-temperature environment, the desperate virus still shines with orange-red streams. "I don't want the experimental subject to explosion. The desperate virus is just a genetic cutting tool."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I know." Maya Hansen was not frustrated by this. Instead, she was more concerned about the experiment. "Can you use the Knights of the Round Table to create a super soldier? I didn't find anything beyond ordinary people in the Knights of the Round Table."

"Of course not." Salomon shook his head, "You have one more step to do."

"What?"

"Using the Asgardian and I as the base, cut the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table into it. Only in this way can the experimental subject exert superhuman power. Not only the Knights of the Round Table, but many celebrities in history will be cut into it. You need to make a good label and conduct epigenetic research. I will provide you with some genetic material. We need to adjust each base pair and start the experiment after it is confirmed that it is available."

Although Maya Hansen had known that Salomon's idea had broken through the boundaries of ethics and morality, she was still shocked by Salomon's proposal. "You should know that after the desperate virus cuts your DNA fragment into the body, that experiment can be considered your blood relative." She said, "Did you decide to do this?"

"Of course." Salomon turned his head and stared into Maya Hansen's eyes. "You have to remember that Maya, no matter what you think, the experimental subject is just a tool, and only successful experimental subjects are valuable."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Go and find you the experimental subject and genetic material fragments." Salomon waved his hand and disappeared into the portal.

"You mean, are you going to dig a grave?" Maya Hansen glanced at the neatly arranged test tubes. There were already DNA from the round table knights in the test tubes. She didn't know which ancient hero bones Salomon was looking for, but she still had a bad premonition.
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