The river surface is always cold fog in the early morning, and the street lights standing by the river cast orange-red light, which makes it stained into the colorful mist written by Monet. The viewing room made of glass and wood is covered with thick carpets. The heated ground and air allow people in the room to enjoy the beautiful scenery comfortably, without caring about anything outside the room. Whether it is the low temperature, heavy rain or snow, it only provides more different scenery for the viewing people in the room.

This is a luxury experience, so when the room temperature drops to a cold temperature, the heating equipment here will automatically start. Even if the manor has independent power generation facilities, the monthly gas bill is still the salary of an ordinary middle-class London. This modern decoration-style viewing room is large, connected by a corridor to the main body of the manor, and has an afternoon tea area divided into a garden greenhouse, and a private area that only the owner can enter. Unlike the visual impact brought by the blooming roses in the garden greenhouse, the decoration of the private area follows a minimalist and cold style. The gray-black carpet and white walls are as cold as the weather in the UK, and the huge terrace overlooks the calm river surface of the Thames tributary.

Salomone, who was wearing simple clothes, was now holding a cup of hot black tea that could make people so sad, sitting cross-legged on the thick carpet, watching the calm flowing river water in the shimmer provided by the lights of the room. His back and chest were exposed in the warm air, and several scars were spread throughout his body, and several of them even penetrated his chest and waist. However, these injuries failed to take his life, but instead made him stronger. "I regret installing street lights on the river section passing through the manor. Now I can't see the quiet river." He pointed to a path extending to the river surface of the grass and said in a sceptical tone, "If I read it correctly, it should be the otter we saw between us, and the things in their hands were oysters in the kitchen? I absolutely did not read it wrong! They took away even lemons and cut salmon fillets. Hey, shameless thief!"

"This is the idea you insisted on before the renovation." The black-haired witch scoffed at Salomon's words. The exterior decoration style of the manor was mostly decided by Salomon. In addition to the street lights, there were some military searchlights for illuminating the river. Salomon's complaint was purely to cause trouble for himself. "Milia liked that otter very much. She was more tolerant of them, and they could not steal anything else."

Beyonetta explained why the Otters could steal things, so that Salomon would not be nervous in the middle of the night, and ordered Hammurabi or Amon to strengthen his defense and then drive away the Otters that were nesting near the manor. This was the price that wealth and power had to bear. If she had not stopped some excessive behavior, Salomon would have probably built it into a fort rather than a manor.

She sat on a thick wool carpet wearing a wide linen shirt belonging to Salomon. Her slender and agile legs stretched toward the river with orange mist, and her delicate and cute toes moved restlessly. The gray high-waisted elastic sports underwear perfectly showed her hip curve, her long black hair tied into a ponytail, shaking in the air, showing another style. Especially the gleaming diamond navel nails on her navel, which were specially customized for her by Salomon, an Iranian jewelry designer in London, and paired with a flat belly and vest line, almost made Salomon unable to move his sight.

"I think it looks better after the lights are available, so you can ask Joan of Arc's opinions."

"She is already asleep. Who asked her to find a teacher job and get up at 7 a.m.?" Salomon turned her head and glanced at the wide bed. Joan of Arc was lying face down at the moment, with a blanket covering her body perfunctorily. The sweat beads of her after intense exercise were still crawling on her back, cooling down, and long white hair stuck to her neck. "Just yesterday she received many complaints from parents, and the reason was nothing more than that she was riding a motorcycle on campus and was late to work..."

Salomon did not say that Joan of Arc had filled in his mobile phone number with his work contact information, because Joan of Arc knew that he would definitely be bombarded by the phone in an extraordinary way, so he simply asked Salomon to go up and solve the problem. The latter's way to solve the problem is also very simple, that is, use filter calls. After the unknown calls are called, they will only be transferred to Dinah because this is a business phone number.

"I bet that her teacher job will be the same as last time, and she will have to quit in less than a week."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because after she got home, I sent a text message to the school principal, telling him in Joan of Arc to quit tomorrow." Salomon raised his eyebrows and said with an instructive expression. "When Joan of Arc wakes up at lunch time, she will be very happy, because she once again realized the feeling of being a teacher, and when she gets up, she will be bored, just like the previous few times. If she still wants to be a teacher, I can only become a member of the school board, otherwise Oxfordshire will not be willing to recruit her school in a year."

Beyonita suppressed her laughter.

Every time Joan of Arc wanted to go to work, but she didn't want to get up early on weekdays, so she would always lose the job she just found. Since Joan of Arc was a teacher on Sun Island, the job she looked for after coming to Oxfordshire was all the teachers. Then because of her work and rest time and instinct, resignation and dismissal occurred more than once, which made her have to teach elementary school students now.

"I'm very satisfied." Beyonetta said with a smile. Without waiting for the surprised Salomon to react, she repeated it again, and raised her legs and poked Salomon's thigh with her toes. The latter took the opportunity to hold her toes and rubbed her fingers to count one by one. If we only judged by the touch of the skin, it would be hard to believe that this is the foot of a woman who wears high heels all year round and can fight with high heels. "I'm very satisfied with my life now, Salomon."

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"This is the time you called my real name. I mean when I'm not in bed?" Beyonetta narrowed her eyes, "Why don't you usually call this name? Is it because of shyness?"

"Seresa means that the name of cherry is not very suitable for your style." He put down the teacup while rubbing the witch's toes. The floating robot rushed over to act as a tray and stabilized the teacup with two small mechanical claws to ensure that the carpet is not dirty. This small robot is a device that has only been recently enabled, made by Salomon himself. The shallow silicon-based intelligence spirit cannot give birth to too much wisdom, but it can understand the user's instructions. "And we have many enemies, and I'm worried that someone will use your real name." He whispered a few words to the floating robot, then turned to look at Beyonetta again, "The real name is a dagger that is pressed against his throat."

"Madam Butterfly knows my real name." The black-haired witch lowered her eyes. The complex butterfly emblem emerged from her back like illusory light and shadow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "The witch exchanged her soul for strength."

"I once swear to you that if you die, I will find Madame Butterfly to return your soul." Salomon said calmly, "just like I vowed to take back my mother's soul."

"Do you have clues now?"

"Nothing. I even used her bones to divine, but I also found nothing. There was no echo of her existence in the Supreme Heaven, and even her life trajectory was wiped away. I couldn't even see her appearance through the memories of others." Salomon turned to look aside, and the glimmer of light burned out of thin air on his fingertips, and wisps of blue smoke emerged. The smoke outlined a simple-dressed woman, whose long black curly hair was wrapped in a headscarf, tightly attached to the panicked face. There was a trace of coal gray on the wheat-colored skin. Even though she suffered from malnutrition, she could still see the charming style of her eyes. Beyonita had seen this image, on a webpage of a rescue agency, and the photographer captured an image because of her amazing beauty.

The air is full of ozone, and the high temperature current at your fingertips makes a tooth-sourcing sound.

"I searched her footprints in my dreams and found the people she had come into contact with during her lifetime. But without exception, no one remembered her. Except for the Supreme Master, and the family who had her first memory. I found that family in Israel, but they didn't know my existence, and they didn't want to know what happened to her later." Salomon frowned, "At least they were willing to tell me nothing when I pretended to be a reporter because I told them that they were an atheist."

"She's very young." Beyonetta looked at the image carefully.

Salomon rarely let her see the appearance of her biological mother, as if it was some unknown taboo. She could see that the woman in the image was extremely similar to the man in front of her, almost a copy of the same person's different genders. However, the different temperaments brought great influence. The man looked very calm and calm, while the woman looked like a frightened little animal. The image kept changing, regressing from age to childhood, and finally disappeared and turned back to the older person.

"Maybe less than twenty years old." Salomon clenched his fists, and the woman in the smoke gradually dissipated. "The only task in her life is to give birth to me, and I feel guilty for her. I don't believe that her soul will disappear so easily in the Aether ocean. She is very special. I believe that her soul still exists in some place I don't know."

Beyonita retracted her legs and moved over to lean on his shoulder. Salomon also hugged her waist as before. This is her home, there is no one else here, so she doesn't need to pretend to be tough. At the same time, she also knows that Salomon needs comfort at this time. This is what the family should show. "Even you don't know, huh?"

"Why do I feel like you're laughing at me, Seresa?"

"Then you feel right, little magician." Beyonetta stretched out her hand and held his face and kissed Salomon's lips. She seemed carelessly, "You always pretend to be omnipotent. I've long wanted you to suffer a little loss. You used to be just a little boy, but now you're just an adult, at least your performance in bed can make me say that."

"Are you declaring war? Now that Joan of Arc is asleep, our battlefield can only be on the carpet."

“It’s not the first time we’ve started a war on the carpet, Boya.”

The black-haired witch is already familiar with this conversation. She talks to Salomon a few times almost every day, and the occasions are completely different, sometimes even between banquets in high-class social occasions. As long as her mood is in place, all the real obstacles are not a problem. Salomon is also very happy to cooperate with her fantasy ideas, after all, this is part of their emotional life. Joan of Arc is the same, but the sleepy guy can't stand up until the morning and always misses the opportunity to join the last game. "Or, you want to be on the balcony this time. We have done this, haven't we?" The black-haired witch opened her wet eyes wide, and her eyes were like a mud swamp that made people fall into it. "Or, do you still have work to work now?"

Salomon does have a job to be busy, but not now.

Work at the Lighthouse Base is proceeding in an orderly manner. Reports on property and personnel losses caused by the small riots initiated by Melinda May have been placed on his study desk by Hammurabi, and electronic documents have been sent to the data board for him to check. He did not care about the causes and consequences of the agent riot, because he saw Constantine and Ronald explain in the reports that the mission personnel and mission supplies were not damaged, and that he did not need to care too much.

At the same time, the reform and integration of Kamataj are being implemented according to the plan. Wanda Maximov and the Imperial Guard Supiluliumas, as his representatives, urged the Kamataj Secret Mage, led by Master Hamil to carry out the transformation. The crushing of other magic schools at the Watum Temple in the Amazon rainforest prompted those magic schools that did not usually care about the rule of Kamataj to send their heirs and classics to the newly established observatory in the Himalayas. The newly established institution was to regulate the use of abilities and dissemination of knowledge of all magic schools.

Although the secret mages and soldiers sent out encountered resistance more than once, Kamataj could always arrest and judge the rebellious school. The remaining schools that were still hesitant also knew that life after surrender would definitely be much better than the previous life of hiding in the mountains and forests. Even if not every school had such an idea, the situation where most schools on earth were incorporated was enough for Salomon to implement the next plan.
Chapter completed!