The brass faucet flowed out of the water, and the nearly boiling hot water overflowed from the edge of the brass bathtub with exquisite reliefs, hitting the mosaic tiled floor. The white long skirt that was hurriedly thrown down on the floor was wet by the overflowing water, becoming blurred and transparent. Athena hugged her knees with her arms, curled up to let the water cover her chest. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. The muscles and tired spirit on her spine gradually sootheed by the soaking of hot water. This temperature could not hurt her at all. The high temperature that the household electric water heater could not heat was the temperature she wanted. The emperor pulled his fingers from under the water, and the external dimension force wrapped around his palm turned into a flashing spark and then disappeared. He was the person who briefly acted as a water heater, and summoning a pile of boiling water was not a problem.

Athena lay on the edge of the bathtub with a smile on her face, her half-open eyes were filled with thick steam.

"Hold it." She stretched out her wet arms, steaming and dripping water, and raised the wet sponge to the emperor in an almost arrogant manner. "Isn't it reasonable for me to prophecy and you to serve me?"

The emperor took the sponge expressionlessly, put it into the bathtub to draw boiling water and then pressed it on Athena's shoulders. The hot water was squeezed out of the sponge and rolled down along the smooth and white back, sank into the milky white body looming under the water. From the beginning of her education, Athena was his enlightenment benchmark for classicism and ancient Greek art. Her body best illustrates what beauty is. This is a supernatural beauty. Her flesh and bones are created by the concept of outer dimensions, filled and anchored by myths and legends. No matter what angle or state she is in, she has a solemn beauty. Even if she acts as a nude model and teaches the emperor how to paint and carve with herself, the eternal beauty runs through the whole time, as unshakable as a star.

"You asked me to do this every day when I was fifteen and eighteen," he said in a straightforward tone. Even though it had been a while, the smell of ashes lingered in his nose after the dream burned until it was extinguished by the heavy steam. "The same is true now, I think you are just looking for opportunities to enjoy the feeling of being served by me."

"Prophecy is a very tiring thing, and it is also true to me, and it is a reasonable reward."

Athena didn't open her eyes at all.

She curled up and knelt in the bathtub, just like a female god in classical oil paintings. Her head rested on her arms on the brass angel group at the edge of the bathtub. Her silk-like blonde hair flowed down like a waterfall, half floating on the water, while hanging outside the bathtub and gently caressing the emperor's exposed skin after rolling up his sleeves. Sharing consciousness is a very intimate thing, and only those who are honest with each other can do it. The emperor did not choose to be honest with Athena because he had too many secrets to be known. Athena needed extra energy to share her consciousness, otherwise she would not even be able to pass through the emperor's superficial thinking maze. It was undoubtedly an offense and great harm to her self-esteem, and even if she wanted to express anger, it was understandable.

She provided the emperor with omens after the interpretation, which took quite a long time.

There is no concept of time in the space where consciousness is located. The experience of somatosensory time for hundreds of years may be just a blink of an eye in reality. It is difficult for anyone to immerse themselves in such a deep level. The difference between somatosensory time and real time is enough to drive people crazy. After all, not everyone can tolerate the aging of the soul and ensure that their soul is not lost due to long and confusing experiences. "I have seen the marble stone sculpture you carved, the fanaticism of St. Teresa, the work you have spent many years to complete." She closed her eyes and murmured in dreamlike murmur, "Can you say that when you carve a female body, you didn't use me as a reference?"

"It does." The emperor nodded and admitted, "but I also referenced the image of the witch."

The emperor's keen hearing captured her voice that almost never left her throat. She was right. He was willing to draw the scene in front of him and adopt the Rococo style that he rarely involved, because only this style could depict the body and expression she showed after putting down her weapons, taking off her long skirt and armor. François Boucher's brushstroke is worth learning, such as the 1742 "Anna Moon Goddess After Bathing", but in the erotic expression of the picture, Jean-Honoré Fragonard's "The Bowl" is more tense, more in line with Athena's current state and the restrained feelings she showed.

Athena responded briefly, then stopped talking, enjoying the emperor's caress and hot hot water. After a while, she raised her head again and opened her clear blue eyes like the lake in the sun to look at the emperor. The gradually cooled water droplets rolled down from her chest and hair, but her expression was still gentle. "Come in and accompany me, there are fewer and fewer opportunities like this, and I don't want to miss every second."

Stephanie Malik raised his wrist and looked at the time, his irritability was beyond words.

For four hours, the Emperor did not come out of the apartment. She waited in the passenger seat for a long time, and she had no communication except for receiving calls from her father and Diana Lister in the middle. Stephanie knew what was in the glove box, which was taken to New York from the wine cabinet of the Washington car, and the humiliation almost drove her crazy. She placed her self-defense pistols on her thighs and smoked cigarettes one by one, until the Emperor showed up with heat. She slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your hair is a little wet," she reminded. A thin and cold track was left on the wet black wool coat, but the emperor didn't care. He just shook his head and let the supernatural steam pass through his hair to prevent his hair from freezing in such weather. "Where are we going next?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Castle, I need you to hand over to Victoria Hand." The emperor started the car and drove the vehicle out of the garage. Before Christmas, the temperature in New York had dropped to the point where it would snow. Perhaps when it was unknown, snowflakes had already fallen, falling on the street and turning into sewage and then freezing, testing the anti-slip coefficient of all the tires passing by. The emperor's car did not replace the anti-slip tires. He was still using summer road tires, so he was very careful when driving, even though it was already late in New York now.

"In the matter of General Hale, no matter what kind of past Hydra and S.H.E.D. have, you must cooperate." He said while looking at the image reflected on the screen in the rearview mirror of the camera, "I can't tolerate a Kree outpost hanging out on Coboy. When the Dark Order brings it, that outpost will become the attacking spearhead of the Kree Empire."

"So what about support?" Stephanie Malik put his pistol into the glove box. She had seen the satellite pictures of the outpost. Although it was just a blurry gray shadow against the asteroid, it was actually a huge star castle built by alien technology. It was built with asteroids as material and began to fulfill its obligations when human civilization was just born. "According to S.H.I.E.D.'s anatomical data analysis of the Kerry, general humans and small-caliber live-fire weapons cannot fight against the armor used by aliens." She looked into the emperor's eyes in the rearview mirror, without mentioning his experience in the apartment, "I need a warrior."

"A Knight squadron, including two tactical squadrons and a tactical support squad, as well as supporting armored vehicles and air power." The emperor drove the car to the intersection as soon as he hit the steering wheel, "It will not be redirected from your security forces, but from the Second Company. I will give you a formal order. This force is enough to smooth out a modern city. I believe such an armed force is enough for you to solve the problem."
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