Joan of Arc was very confident and cast a cold look that was enough to condense the boiling water on the person sitting opposite him, as if in her eyes the person was an inconspicuous bug. She picked up the martini glass beside the table and took a sip, then hummed softly, fully expressing her disdain. Her long white hair was folded high, her golden hollow earrings swayed with her movements, her slender legs were raised on the black glass table without any scruples, and her red-soled high heels hung unrestrainedly on her toes, and the white-haired witch sitting on the huge sofa showed her elegance.

She ordered an apple martini, like Beyonetta. Salomon narrowed his eyes unwillingly and put the iced rum on his hand back on the armrest of the sofa.

When he stretched out his hand with Joan of Arc's murderous gaze, Joan of Arc immediately pushed his thumb and pushed a card out of his hand. Salomon's fingers passed over the card without hesitation, but he could not twitch the playing cards that were tightly grasped by Joan of Arc in any case. He changed the card, but Joan of Arc still held the playing cards tightly, without any intention of letting go.

The white-haired witch looked at Salomon as if nothing had happened, and then pushed the card out again, as if emphasizing something. Her and Salomon's power were far superior to ordinary humans, and only less ordinary playing cards could withstand the pulling of white hair from the two superhumans. The wrestling between the witch and the secret mage was on the playing cards made of demon bones. The mind reading technique that subconsciously threw at the other party collided into purple and golden sparks in their eyes, and the air was filled with the magic aura generated by the fierce confrontation between the two.

Rodan looked at the carriage, and after confirming that nothing had happened, he continued to hold the Cheshire cat and suck it up.

The onlooker brunette smiled happily as she looked at the battle in front of her, blinking at Salomon and then giving her own hint.

Joan of Arc raised his delicate chin with a nervous expression, staring at Salomon's fingers. The helpless secret mage could only pick up the card that was pushed out. The white-haired witch breathed a sigh of relief, and then she regained her pride of being high above. "You lost!" She shouted with satisfaction, "It's your turn to wash dishes if Dinah is not here, and I promised not to use magic!"

"Okay, okay." Salomon shrank back into the sofa, picked up the already faint rum and took a sip. Isn't it just washing dishes? He has done it before.

"Dear, you haven't said where you sent Dinah to," said Beyonetta. "Your maid has been very busy lately. Last time Joan of Arc accidentally ate Hawaiian pizza. She almost overturned the living room."

"It's obviously you, Seresa!" Joan of Arc retorted without hesitation, "I'm not an Italian."

"Whatever you say," Beyonetta whistled, "What about you, Boya?"

"I asked Dinah and the Man-made Squad to buy arms." Salomon told her the maid and the sisters without hesitation. "They should now have private transactions with the officers in Ukraine. But I think they should bring something else back."

"for example?"

"Some girls." Salomon shrugged. He once told the leadership of the sorority that everything has its limits and that he would not always create artificial humans. Using ether particles can produce artificial humans in large quantities, but their souls will always be attached to his soul. The bodies in the cultivation tank were prepared to resurrect them. This is the eternal service promised by Salomon to the sorority.

If sisters are to continue to grow, it is necessary to recruit ordinary people and get them trained and transformed.

Due to factors such as the collapse of the Soviet Union and the bloody war in the Balkans, many Eastern European countries were trapped in a whirlpool of barbarism. Armed bandits, smuggling groups, human traffickers and pimps formed a flesh-and-blood industrial chain, kidnapped girls from conflict areas and poor countries and were resold to Western Europe.

In Romania, Ukraine, Moldova, Kosovo, Bosnia and even Russia, this can happen at any time. The demons on earth told the girls that they could be models and live a good life as long as they went to Western European countries, or just told the girls that they could take them to eat.

Compared to girls who become young prostitutes who are forced to pick up customers, suffer from illness and abuse, and who are taken away from their organs or thrown on the street to die after being squeezed out oil and water, joining the sisters to receive rigorous training and transformation will be a good choice. Salomonte said to Dinah that no matter what the women are in, they must be taken away, and those who are unwilling to join the sisters, who are too old or have physical disabilities, can still work in the Immortal City and enjoy the power of being human.

In addition to almost all of the missions, Dinah and her sisters were dispatched, riding in newly-created stealth aircraft, carrying money and food to search for the Russian mafia and Albanian gangsters. This would be a bloody massacre that took place in the dark corner of the so-called "civilized society". For this mission, Salomon gave the sisters unlimited fire power, all existing heavy weapons were allowed to be used, and they were even allowed to exchange fire with local armed forces.

There is no kindness under the bomb gun and the long sword.

After this mission, Dinah will also clear out the gangsters who conduct human trafficking in New York City based on the information provided by Elijah.

"Good job." Rodan, holding the Cheshire Cat, walked out from behind the bar. "I thought you were as rigid as those secret mages. When you asked Enzo for detailed information about those people, I even thought you were going to trade human flesh. I apologize to you, have a better drink? I treat you."

"Aren't you a demon? Why are you so kind?"

"Damn, I'm a fallen angel!" Rodan rolled his eyes, but he was wearing sunglasses and no one could see clearly.

"I can't interfere directly in this matter. It violates the precepts set by the Lord." Salomon sighed, "I have always been a member of Kamataj. My current power does not allow me to save them. But I can make people create and save them, which does not violate Kamataj's precepts. But as long as they arrive at the Immortal City, they can survive because they are humans."

"Boya, you are such a kind child, I read you right."

"Of course, I have to find a place to use the little kindness I have left." He patted the long and short knife around his waist, "and I haven't had a fight for a long time."

"Count me!" Joan of Arc put away his long legs and slapped the card in his hand on the table. She was very excited about what Salomon said. "Don't be with your maid, I'm going to a place they haven't been to!" said the white-haired witch excitedly, "I just want to exercise occasionally, don't think too much! You have to wash dishes!"

————————————

A violent wind poured in from the cargo door of the invisible plane, but it could not penetrate into the artificial man's armor. These biting cold winds could only blow their blood-red robes, and pairs of crimson electronic eyes hidden behind the plexiglass were staring at the building below the aircraft. Beside them were a group of girls wrapped in seat belts and dirty quilts, cold and hungry, and most artificial man ignored their ideas, because Dinah had not announced the role of these girls to all artificial man.

The artificial people who came on another aircraft who were responsible for cleaning, disinfection and rapid detection of infectious diseases came, the artificial people were temporarily prohibited from contacting these girls directly. However, the sisters still distributed food and water to them. The girls were extremely unstable after escaping from hell on earth, but under the blood-red eyes of the Sisters' Power Armor, the trembling girls did not dare to cry loudly.
Chapter completed!