The air was filled with the smell of lust. He racked his brains to find the right words to describe the beautiful scenery in front of him. Whether it was his smooth and symmetrical shoulders or his slender waist, whether it was his graceful and slender neck or his strong legs, the scene in front of him was amazed. Every time he would carefully look at the witch's perfect figure, and he was not tired of seeing it. At this moment, Beyonetta walked out of the bathroom and sat in front of the dressing table with all the water droplets. Her arms raised high and slowly curled up her thick long hair like a waterfall with her hands. The long cloud-like hair piled up on her shoulders, revealing a fair swan neck stained with a few strands of wet hair. The crystal clear water droplets were full of nostalgia, and slowly slid along her amazing waist and hip lines and straight spine.

"Come to mom, little guy." She blinked at Salomon in the mirror. The next moment, Salomon suddenly disappeared from the bed and appeared behind her, and his hands touched her wet waist. He kissed the witch's neck affectionately. The fatigue after the passion slowly dissipated, Salomon's body recovered again, ready to start the next round of battle.

"This title is a bit strange, Beyonetta." Salomon said half annoyed and shyly, "It sounds a bit embarrassing."

"Can you still play like this with others?" The witch proudly raised her chin and received a kiss from the secret wizard. She half-closed her eyes and watched Salomon help her hang earrings and necklaces. Even without clothes, these jewelry could show unusual beauty on the witch. "The next one is the strict teacher, and I have a small whip." She said with a smile, "Boya, you are such a bad student. You actually attack the teacher in class. You need a good lesson. Hum~"

"I still prefer the dancer's outfit." Salomon remembered the beautiful clothes made of lilac tulle and gold chains in the witch's wardrobe. When Berenita put on the outfit that could show off her figure, her unstoppable charm instantly penetrated his defense, so that he still remembered the light gold chains on his cute toes from time to time.

Just as Beyonita and Salomon were whispering, the bedroom door was roughly opened.

Joan of Arc stood there with his arms in his arms with displeasure.

"It's been five hours. When will you play?" She raised her eyes, glanced at the environment in the bedroom, and then sniffed again. Her face turned red in an instant. Joan of Arc knew what the smell was, but the white-haired witch tried to keep calm. "You actually...Dina has prepared dinner, come and have dinner soon! When your adoptive mother is coming, that woman will dislike us for a long time. The scene here is comparable to "One Hundred and Twenty Days in Sodom"! Get dressed quickly and don't let her see you so ridiculous!"

"I think there should be some time left. Joan of Arc, don't be shy, my friend, this place is not as bad as you said." Faced with Bernita's invitation, Joan of Arc just stumbled a few times. She widened her eyes and groped around with her hands, but her pistol was placed in the dressing table and she had no weapons on her body. Finally, she slammed the bedroom door and ran back to her room, leaving only Bernita's series of ridicule.

Athena's visit was not sudden, but was premeditated.

Since Salomon met the Earth Goddess, she wanted to ask about Salomon's gains. Although Salomon was very cruel and ruthless in his analysis of his own nature, he still felt a little embarrassed when facing his adoptive mother. Just because of him, the complex blood relationship between Kamataj and the Greek gods is really inconspicuous.

Athena's strong and powerful arms were covered with golden armbands carved with Greek back patterns, ruby ​​ribbon sandals twisted with gold thread on her feet were spotless, and her beautiful long golden hair was tied tightly behind her head. Gold was Athena's favorite color, both her shield and her armor were gorgeous gold. Even if she was not wearing armor and wearing a simple white long skirt, the contradiction between purity and luxury was so perfect on her. Salomon felt that if she was Prince Paris, she would probably give her the golden apple without thinking.

She raised her legs and sat on the leather sofa, as if she was the hostess.

Joan of Arc rolled his eyes and fully expressed his disdain for Athena. If it weren't for Salomon's relationship, she would have fought with this arrogant woman long ago. She poked Beyonetta with her finger, but the black-haired witch pretended that it was nothing.

"I have known this for a long time. You are my adopted son, and I have been observing you for a long time. Do you think the speciality of your soul can be hidden from me?" The wise female warrior cut an apple with a knife, looking indifferent. "You think why I took you to see Hector just to make sure of this. If this is the reason why you don't come to see me, it only means that you are too shy. This is very good, it means that your nature has not yet erased your humanity. I think you think this is a good thing, right?"

The strong adoptive mother had no room for Salomon to speak.

She stuffed the cut apple petals into Salomon's mouth as if he was still a child.

"I think I can come by myself, Athena." Salomon sighed. He took the fruit before the witch penetrated the table and refused Athena's feeding. He had to doubt what the purpose of Athena coming here was, and it was definitely not as simple as "the children in the orphanage want to meet Salomon".

The female war god glanced at the secret wizard who was busy distributing fruit to the witch. No matter how powerful Salomon was, he seemed very satisfied with playing the role of an ordinary person at home, and his things he did include but are not limited to washing clothes, washing dishes, and making delicious food. Athena could only temporarily think that this was the embodiment of human nature, a means by which Salomon retained human nature to suppress divinity. However, the future of this world does not require these things. Even if Salomon was reluctant, he had to face his true side.

He is stronger than the god Zeus, and he should fulfill his mission. The Goddess of Wisdom's abacus began to move from the moment he helped Salomon. The dispute between Salomon and the gods of Olympus was inevitable, and she would always stand on the side of the winner. She had already bet.

"Did Mother Earth make a suggestion to you?" she asked. Salomon nodded and agreed.

"What about you?"

"I don't think those things are needed for the time being." The secret mage shook his head and shook his eyes at the witches, saying that he would confess, but not now. The female war god looked at her adopted son, nodded, and agreed with this statement. She knew that Salomon didn't want to say something, but this did not mean that there would be a gap between her and Salomon. She knew that Salomon loved her, and so was she. Although she had a plan for Salomon, those feelings could not be erased casually. The future would be a win-win situation. She did not intend to use Salomon as a one-time tool. She was the mother of heroes, not the enemy of heroes.

Athena left, leaving behind a mess.

Salomon could only confess to the witches about the deal proposed by Mother Earth, but he had hidden a large part of it, including those of Athena. He only said that Mother Earth intended to create some powerful new humans through his soul, and those special individuals would share certain traits in him, such as excellent thinking ability, excellent combat ability or powerful magical talent.

Beyonita couldn't help but curse even the witch, which was a bit dirty and swearing to the witch. Salomon quickly assured the witch that he didn't need to do this for the time being.
Chapter completed!