A violent storm and cold wind blew in from the spacious window. She opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she was sitting in front of the loom. Tiredness and time ruthlessly deprived her of energy. The textiles for three consecutive years could not be delayed. The treacherous maid told the suitor and revealed her trick of weaving cloth during the day and breaking up the shroud at night.

Penelope raised his head and looked out the window. For the past twenty years, she had been standing in the dormitory of the Ithaca Palace and looking forward to the return of the big ship carrying her husband. She saw the noise from the suitors below the palace. Argus, the hound raised by her husband Odysseus, can only lie in the dung pile in the mule stable, and cannot bite her prey as she once did, and cannot stand up to drive away these vicious Ithaca nobles.

When Antioz was a little boy, her husband held him on his knees to feed him meat, and picked up the wine glass to share the wine with the boy. But now Antioz actually wanted to kill his best friend, Tremacos Axsius, his son Leertis, Leertis and his son Odysseus, who once gave the nobles of Ithaca, were despised by them, as bones and meat they discarded at a banquet.

Because of the sacred guests' vows, Tremarcos had to entertain the suitors, and he could not hurt them, but could only share food with them generously.

The foreigner brought by her son Tremacos last night brought news about Odysseus, and even told him in person the clothes that Odysseus was wearing at that time - a red cloak, a hound biting a deer on the gold needle; and a short robe with exquisite embroidery, with smooth and luxurious fabric - she remembered the needle, which she had pinned on his cloak, and then fate pushed him to Troy.

The foreigner claimed that Odysseus was coming to Ithaca on a big ship with wealth that could support ten generations, and would show up soon. The foreigner's light brown skin was covered with wrinkles and dirt, and his slutty beard covered his face. Because of the sudden good news and the sudden outbreak of fate, Penelope had no time to see the appearance of the foreigner, but she still gave the foreigner the courtesy.

However, the foreigner did not agree to let the treacherous maids wash his feet, but let the old woman who was also tortured by life help. So Odysseus's wet nurse, the kind and reasonable Euricleya, washes the feet of this foreigner, because the voice of this foreigner was very similar to Odysseus, and Euricleya was very sympathetic to the beggar who was entertained by Tremarcos.

Hate and despair fill Penelope's heart, and she prays that the soul of the suitor's soul is burned in Zeus' thunder!

Penelope looked at the sudden storm and black waves on the sea in the distance, feeling the bone-broken cold.

Perhaps this was a sign, perhaps her husband was rushing here in the sea breeze, and she could even imagine what kind of light would be reflected by those strong-willed black eyes. If he knew the evil things the suitor had done, the anger emitted from those eyes might ignite the palace.

She didn't want to remarry at all. She saw the suitor squandering the property of the kings of Ithaca in history and forced Ithaca to perish. Perhaps what the outsiders said was true, Odysseus was about to return, and she had to delay for a while. She wanted to set a trial for the suitor - just as his husband liked, standing up 12 axes in a row and shooting through the handle holes with bows and arrows - she believed that there were very few people who could do it, and not everyone was as powerful as Odysseus, who could pull the mysterious giant bow.

She tossed and turned in thoughts and grief.

Athena, who was invisible, gave her a dream with compassion and comforted her soul so that she could spend every long night of twenty years. Athena did not know that Penelope did not belong to the wise goddess of war, and the queen's dream belonged only to herself.

Penelope had many bizarre dreams, although she remembered nothing after waking up.

She dreamed that she was standing in front of a towering temple gate, with precious spices burning in the huge brazier, gems from the turquoise stairs and girl's hand-woven robes draped softly on her body, and precious huge gems were inlaid on the gold jewelry. The turbulent rivers outside the city reflected the rippling waves, and the sea in the distance was as calm as a mirror;

She dreamed that she had stepped barefoot on soft and damp soil, and the muddy water flooded out, wetting her long skirt. Behind her was a large group of refugees carrying food and pottery, and at the farthest distance of dreams and memories, a terrifying flood fiercely slapped the river bank that tens of thousands had been built for thirty years. Her husband, the master of Elidu, stood aside, holding a shepherd's scepter, drove all the flocks of sheep in the city. She had figured out the name of the new city, Uruk, and she was going to use all the knowledge she had learned in Elidu to build a richer and more powerful city-state.

She dreamed of a group of priests who worshiped gods and spirits of all things, gathered in a snow-covered cave covered with snow, talking to a familiar tall figure around a bonfire. Although she didn't understand the topic they were talking about, she could feel that it was important.

"Dispersed, reincarnated, converged. This is the base of the mantra, and is a new system I have developed." The man held her hand and looked at her with obsidian-like dark eyes. "This can make you truly become a human being and get rid of the concept of being polluted. The original natural spirits of this planet have been polluted, but as long as you can execute the procedures of reincarnation and separation, the abandoned and polluted parts will become your strength again."

"So how can I remember you? Ago Motorbike said that this process may take thousands of years."

"Fate keeps us entangled, and I will find you anyway."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Tonight, she dreamed that Odysseus returned to her side, like a vow in a dream.

It was a spacious hall with smooth marble floors shining in the morning sun, and she felt that the hall was very familiar as if she had arranged it with her own hands, carefully selecting every piece of furniture. She sat at the long dining table, a gray-haired cat who was so fat that it was a bit funny, tried several times, and finally jumped onto the chair next to her, and then leisurely stepped on the edge of the chair and lay on her thigh.

She subconsciously stroked the cat's soft short hair, as if she had done it thousands of times.

The familiar purr of the cat sounded, and a young golden puppy walked through the sunshine of the hall and the dining room, and rushed around her seat. In a trance, she saw the familiar figure sitting next to her, smiling, and exuding the olive oil fragrance left by the joy of last night.

It was her favorite essential oil. She was keen on applying olive oil to each other. The skin that applied olive oil under the light shone brightly and tasted very well. He looked at her eyes, his eyes as hot as stars, lit up the only warmth in this cold universe.

“███████”

She tried hard to hear what he was saying, but the roar from the end of time obscured everything.

"Seresa." Joan of Arc sat opposite, looking at the trance-dream witch couldn't help but remind her. Beyonetta was shocked, as if she didn't know where she was. She looked at the white-haired witch sitting opposite and said something, but she couldn't hear clearly at all, and didn't know what she said. All responses were subconscious.

Joan of Arc raised his eyebrows, "Why do you speak Greek?"

"I spoke Greek?" Beyonetta shook her head, trying to make herself more awake. "Maybe I'm too tired."

"I can get the people of the Order to participate in the work. Those who have signed contracts and cannot leak secrets. The Immortal City's entry and exit management is more stringent than you think. Badr - I mean the previous Badr, the bad one - after death, the board of directors has no force to stop us anymore, and no one will object."

The white-haired witch frowned in dissatisfaction, "You don't need to force yourself like this. When he comes back, you will have time to sort out these assets."

"Have you noticed that the waves in the outer dimensions have been extremely calm recently. I always feel like something is going to happen."

"I've read the report sent by Kama Taj. The omen of Ragnarok, the funeral of the Supreme Mage... Isn't there enough happening?" Joan of Arc shrugged, "I didn't expect that we became Kama Taj's superior institution. Who would have thought that you could only take on tasks from there before. Tell me, Seresa, did you choose him in order to become Kama Taj's mistress, huh?"

"It's so funny." Beyonetta rolled her eyes.

Wanda, who was yawning, walked into the restaurant, and Beyondat and Joan of Arc were joking, both of whom turned their eyes to her. "Today's breakfast is lamb, Wanda." Joan of Arc pushed the plate at her, "mutton spicy sausage, North African eggs and slow-cooked lamb. It's not appropriate to eat these in the morning. Yesterday's pile of fresh lamb was a bit wasteful to put in the refrigerator."

Wanda nodded in confusion, took the plate and ate. She suddenly realized something and raised her head suddenly. "This is what we held the visceral divination ceremony last night..."

"Yes, it's that sheep." Seeing Wanda's helpless look, Beyonetta had a prank-up smile on her face, "We are not qualified to slaughter, so even now, we have violated many laws."

“I mean…”

"No result is a result, and there is no need for more divination rituals." Looking at Wanda's puzzled eyes, Beyonita explained, "Information from Hydra and Phil Colson, someone tracked Natasha Romanov to Houston, and then she disappeared. I mean, no information was left behind. No response to the fixed contact line, the safe house was completely vacant, and even Agent Colson didn't know her contact information, and some suspected that she had gone to Mexico."

"But we think she's in Houston, because she can't find her in visceral rituals and dream divination, which means she has an extremely powerful source of interference around her." Joan of Arc inserted a piece of sausage, and she added, "As far as I know, there is no warlock in the SHIELD remnant party that can resist the joint casting of the three of us, so the answer is obvious."

"He was targeted, otherwise it would be impossible to hide himself in this way." Beyonetta said. "Although I don't know what era his time travel destination was, the only thing that can be confirmed now is that his lifespan is far greater than that of normal humans. His own existence is a miracle, a natural concept of heterogeneity, which makes him extremely eye-catching in the external dimension."

"I remember he once discussed a problem with me," said Wanda. "He believed that no matter how powerful an individual is, he could not confront the concept of human theory from ancient times to the present. He also talked about the so-called long-cherished wish, the relationship between behavioral patterns and sympathetic magic, but I have not yet systematically learned this knowledge..."

"The greatest function of time travel is to let him hide in the huge concept of human history, use human principles to hide himself and avoid gaze from external dimensions." Beyonita waved his hand and said unhappily, "He must have caused some trouble that cannot be handled with magic, so he entrusted us to fight Asgard's goddess of death."

"Why didn't he come back here, but hid in Houston?"

"Because he doesn't trust us." Hearing Joan of Arc's question, Beyonetta felt bitter in her mouth and anger ignited in her heart. "To be precise, she doesn't trust Madame Butterfly and Madame Styx. Perhaps he knows who Madame Butterfly and Madame Styx are, and thinks there will be risks in appearing in front of us."

Wanda noticed that the strange shadows cast by Behonita and Joan of Arc were twisted in corners that could not be illuminated by the sun. A female arm, which was not a human skin color and wrapped in gorgeous fabric, stretched out from the shadows and made a gesture to Behonita and Joan of Arc. Wanda could understand this gesture - Salomon taught her this knowledge - this was the battle gesture of the Shadow Witch, which means "give him a lesson."

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Natasha Romanov walked off the plane and stretched.

"This is not Zurich." She took off her sunglasses and looked around, "The sun is very bright."

"Of course not, this is California. Gulfstream G550 cannot fly to Europe in an hour." Salomon stretched out his hand and signaled Dinah to put her luggage in the car. "Even energy companies will diversify their investments, but California belongs to the Getty family, and my company can only cooperate with the Getty family. In California, my identity is the farmer of the Grape Farm."

"But I don't think you'll take this seriously."

Dinah drove the Bentley Mulsanne Executive Interior, which belongs to Salomon, and the service company helped transfer the luggage to the fleet. The service company belongs to an independent venture capital bank and is essentially a Salomon industry. With the high wages he paid to the service staff and the restrictions on confidentiality agreements, he was not worried that these people would reveal the news about Natasha Romanov here.

Salomon personally opened the rear door for Natashara and did not let the service staff intervene.

Natasha found that the luxury car seemed to have been modified. Not only did it have bulletproof doors and windows comparable to the president's car, but Dinah, who was sitting in the driver's seat, unconcealedly opened the hidden weapon cabinet modified by the glove box and blatantly checked the MP5 submachine gun hidden inside. Faced with Natasha's doubts, Dinah chose to look at her cold eyes.

This didn't surprise her, she knew Dinah better than S.E.L.D.

When SHIELD was still guessing who the girl who suddenly appeared beside Salomon was, she already knew that Dinah was an artificial human. Salomon coughed twice in embarrassment, but he couldn't change Dinah's personality. There was no way, so he had to explain himself: all the supplies and links of this itinerary were prepared by Dinah, and what Natasha saw now was just the result of Dinah's increase in safety level.

“The agricultural union is organizing a strike on the news.” It took Natasha a few seconds to figure it out, “You are a farmer, and during the grape picking season, you need Latino pickers. Many of these workers are illegal immigrants, and illegal immigrants are connected to gangsters, so you think someone will break the rules.”

"It's always right to be prepared. There are fewer and fewer old politicians who can bring their brains to their hearts after the end of the Cold War, and emerging politicians have less and less awe of the rules."

Natasha Romanov is well aware of this topic.

Her authority can fully see the confidential FBI files, including the Kennedy assassination case and Marilyn Monroe file. She knew that politicians during the Cold War rarely used assassination to eliminate political enemies. Except for Kennedy who planned to take back the Federal Reserve, everyone hoped that he would die. When McCarthyism was prevalent, assassination was mainly used to eliminate Hollywood left-wing stars, and some cases were done more professionally than agents.

In any case, assassination rarely appears in entrepreneurs who provide political donations, which is a complete destruction of the rules of the game.

But now the biting between capitalists is becoming more and more intense.

America is indeed a paradise for the rich, but there are many rich people who cannot protect their wealth.

"Not only grape plantations, but also nut plantations, avocado plantations, tomato plantations, beet plantations, lettuce plantations and strawberry plantations are also supporters of California's support for the Democratic Party. In return, farmers have the opportunity to divide up California's water resources and illegal immigrant workers. However, grape plantations are the most powerful in Northern California, with 90% of the grape production in the United States coming from California, and the total output value even exceeds some high-tech industries."

"So these high-profit industries are actually divided by local families?"

"Yes." Salomon raised his finger and signaled that Dinah could drive. The security vehicle sandwiched the Bentley Mulsanne Executive Interior in the middle, which was the standard protection convoy. The convoy drove out of the airport along Route 1, turned right after passing the Otis Academy of Arts, and drove all the way from Route 42 to Highway 405.

In order to pass the time, he had to continue to explain why Dinah improved her security.

The United States' unions are actually gangs composed of different ethnic groups. As a link to fill in the lack of grassroots governance of the US government, they are responsible for connecting upper-level politicians and lower-level workers. Politicians need vote support from unions, workers need job opportunities and job guarantees provided by unions, and trade unions composed of minorities have close ties with gangs.

These unions divide each industry into territory. You cannot get job opportunities without joining the union. Different minorities engage in different industries. The agricultural unions in California are Latino territory. The main members of the agricultural unions are illegal immigrants from the border. The trucking union composed of local white people is linked to the skinhead party, which monopolizes the credit transportation industry in California.

Not only that, these unions also colluded with Latino gangs, drug trafficking groups in northern Mexico and local white gangs to build a drug transportation industry chain, providing campaign funds and lobbying funds for upper-level politicians. The Newsom family and the Pelosi family in California are all part of this industrial chain, especially after the overall deindustrialization of the United States, the upstarts created by emerging high-tech industries have also tried to join this feast.

In short, all the ruling classes in this land must be wronged if they were shot, and one person was shot and missed.

"As an oil company from Texas, what do you think the local energy giant Getty family will deal with me? What's more, the grape plantation I've expanded in recent years has occupied a critical oil pipeline in the future. If I don't reach a cooperation with me, the Rockefeller family of ExxonMobil Oil will come to cooperate."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "For outsiders, local lords must call on their allies to fight back. You think the strike will be concentrated on your grape plantation to warn local grape plantation farmers to give up the land of the oil pipeline." Natasha said, "I think you bought the grape plantation for that oil pipeline."

"Yes, this is just a game. I got one of the chips. This game will be limited to a certain range. The worst result is that I was forced to sell part of the land in the plantation and lose the harvest and wine share of the season. It's just that the fools in this world are the majority. No one knows whether a mentally ill gunman will suddenly appear. Even if something breaks the rules happens, no one needs to bear the responsibility."

"I don't think you need to take this matter seriously." Natasha poked Salomon's chest. "You have many ways to solve the problem as long as you want. It's the Rockefeller family and not your opponent."

"This is really not worthy of my attention, and I believe Dinah will handle such trivia." Salomon grabbed her hand, "We're going to Beverly Hills first, and then to my private villa for the last sunbathing of the year."

“I didn’t bring a bikini.”

"You can wear nothing, dear, that's a private beach."

"Do you know, I can tell you are lying." Natasha Romanov looked at Salomon sitting beside him and said slowly. "Nick Fury has built many secret bases, some of which are completely unrecorded, which are more than the 'basement' in California. Now some of the secret bases are subject to Agent Colson. The information I know shows that they are not staying in the 'beacon' now, but are coming to the 'basement'. Do you want to meet Agent Colson?"

Salomon glanced at her coldly.

"Don't look at me like this, boy," she said. "You are good at lying and pretending, but I know you very well. S.H.E.L.D. has researched your mental model. Maybe I know yourself better than you. You will never simply enjoy entertainment, even if you are sunbathing with me."

“I love watching you sunbathe.”

"It's true, but there must be other reasons you come to Los Angeles, including Zurich...what trouble do you have to deal with that mortals can't solve?"

Natasha Romanov's expression was relaxed.

She is one of the few people in the world who knows Salomon. Natasha knew that the extremely powerful big boy in front of her would not hurt her. She could even tell the witch with confidence that her relationship with Salomon was established earlier than them. Now Salomon's expression did not surprise her. The S.H.E.L.D. Psychological Research Department has a full understanding of Salomon's psychological model - Nick Fury once suspected that Salomon was an old wizard pretending to be a young man, and the criminal psychology expert drew the model according to this assumption.

Although this speculation was later denied, some theories are still applicable at this stage.

The modern life of the first 20 years was the key to shaping the human "Salomon", and the psychological childhood of the human "Salomon". No matter how long he lived after traveling through time, the concepts shaped by modern society in the first 20 years were the most solid foundation of concepts. Natasha believed that the "Salomon psychological model" she knew was rough and imperfect, but could be used as usual.
To be continued...