Marvel Book of Magical Events

"You really don't want to study?" Salomon, who had just returned from Bodley to the Immortal City, looked at Lorelei who was slumped on the seat, and couldn't help frowning. He waved his hand at the camera placed aside, signaling Dinah in New York to take over the task. Salomon didn't force Lorelei to pick up the book now either. Forced learning is indeed very painful, but what is even more painful is learning something that is of no use.

So he intends to explain his intentions to Lorelei. Of course, he wouldn't say a word about his ultimate goal, or else he would let the witch catch the handle.

"Do you know why you always fail?" He picked up Lorelei who was on the seat and put it on his lap. His question caught Lorelei's attention a little bit—she had already changed into the clothes Salomon had prepared for her, and she didn't have any resistance to this overly revealing outfit. On the contrary, she enjoyed the feeling of Salomon touching her skin very much, which made her feel that she was one step closer to achieving her goal, at least it was much better than being locked in those metal torture instruments.

Half of the day, she would be imprisoned for extremely humiliating punishments. She thought it was a game between Salomon and her, and as long as Salomon failed, she would become her prey.

What Lorelei didn't know was that these were all illusions left by Salomon.

"Why?" She pouted her mouth with a dissatisfied expression, "Is there anything wrong with wanting to enjoy a luxurious life?"

"Of course not, it's just that you always target unreliable people." Salomon pointed to the books, and then pointed to Lorelei's head, "One is brainless and the other is unhappy. It's really unlucky for the father of the gods to have those two careless sons. Asgard will end sooner or later in their hands. The books I gave you tell you how to maintain a luxurious life. Although it takes time and effort, ruling a country is never an easy task."

Lorelei glared at Salomon, and then returned to that lack of interest look. She didn't seem to listen to Salomon's words, but instead played with her long orange hair.

"It's not impossible for you to live a luxurious life. Anyway, you don't care how this life comes about, do you?" Salomon continued, "But my queen must be knowledgeable and talented. You are not very smart now. At least compared with your sister, your smartness is not enough."

"Then you go find her!" As soon as Amora was mentioned, Lorelai's reaction was extremely fierce, and she was like a constantly flopping fish in Salomon's arms. She has been imprisoned in the dungeons of Asgard for hundreds of years, but her sister has no intention of helping her at all. The relationship between the two sisters is not necessarily very good.

"That's why your sister was not arrested, but you fell into Sif's hands." Salomon said patiently, "You are not smart enough, Lorelei, so you need to study. If you don't want to study, you can only stay in this basement."

"Then I won't be the queen anymore, let me go. You don't have to worry about where I go, anyway, I won't be caught by the Asgardians."

"Oh, is it? You are the spoils I took from the father of the gods. I have the power to dispose of the spoils. Learning this knowledge is the only place where you can show value in my hands. If you have no value, then all you can have is death."

Lorelai turned her head and saw Salomon's serious expression. The courage she had just raised was gone in an instant. "Well, I'll study," she said despondently. "My sister hasn't learned these things, the hell. What are you going to do? I thought you'd stay here with me."

"Do you think I'm as idle as you?" Salomon opened the door and left without looking back. Before leaving, he cast a spell towards the door—this room converted from a vault has a thick metal password door, and the protection measures are higher than that of a bank. With Lorelei's ability, she will never be able to open it. What's more, Salomon also added multiple arcane locks to the door. Lorelei has no hope of escape.

The reason Salomon rushed back from Bodleian had nothing to do with Lorelei. It was entirely because Maya Hansen informed him that she had used alchemy to transform the Extremis virus. As the laboratory supervisor, she had to notify the real boss.

"The DNA of the Knights of the Round Table has been sewn into the Extremis virus." Maya Hansen, with disheveled hair, had a smug expression when referring to her research results. Behind her were placed several glass coffins with extremely high temperatures. Several bones were placed in the coffins, and there were some carrion on the bones.

This is an experiment that Wakanda Princess Shu Rui cannot accept, and only Maya Hansen has personally practiced this process. The rotting flesh on the bones of the Knights of the Round Table was spawned by Salomon using black magic. Although the rot was not too serious, the negative energy contained in every trace of flesh and blood would kill the fragile virus when the Extremis virus transcribed the genetic material. However, if the positive energy potion given by Salomon was used to neutralize it, the carrion would turn into a foul-smelling mud, and effective genetic material could not be extracted at all.

This is the problem that Maya Hansen needs to overcome in the near future, and now it seems that she has succeeded.

"I placed the ether particles on the alchemy symbols according to the method you gave. The Sola Honglin Druid Sect helped a lot. They helped to adjust the alchemy symbols and modified them many times." At this moment, Maya Hansen was still immersed in excitement, while the high priest of the Sola Honglin Druid Sect, the blond girl with glasses lowered her head shyly.

Maya Hansen's test bed may seem like a cross between advanced science and ignorant superstition, but that's where she made her technological breakthroughs.

"Although it didn't last long, it was enough for the Extremis virus to transcribe the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Very well, then the first phase of the experiment is about to begin. Are you mentally prepared?" Salomon bent down and looked at the Extremis virus that had been put in the refrigerator. These Extremis viruses had already transcribed the effective genetic material fragments of the Knights of the Round Table. Even in a low-temperature environment, the Extremis virus still glows orange-red. "I don't want the experimental subject to explode. The Extremis virus is just a gene tailoring tool."

"I know." Maya Hansen was not frustrated by this. On the contrary, she was more concerned about the question of the experiment. "Is it possible to use the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table to create super soldiers? I didn't find anything in the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table that is beyond ordinary people."

"Of course not." Salomon shook his head, "You still have one more step to do."

"What?"

"Use the DNA of me and the Asgardians as the base, and cut the DNA of the Knights of the Round Table into it. Only in this way can the experimental subject exert superhuman powers. Not only the Knights of the Round Table, but also the DNA of many celebrities in history will be cut into it. You need to make a good label and conduct epigenetic research. I will provide you with some genetic material. We will adjust each base pair, and we will start the experiment after confirming that it is available."

Although Maya Hansen knew that Salomon's ideas had broken through the boundaries of ethics and morality, she was still taken aback by Salomon's proposal. "You should know that after the Extremis virus cuts your DNA fragment into the experimental subject, that experimental subject can be regarded as your blood relative." She said, "Have you decided to do this?"

"Of course." Salomon turned his head and stared into Maya Hansen's eyes, "You have to remember, Maya, no matter what you think, experimental subjects are just tools, and only successful experimental subjects are valuable."

"Then what are you going to do now?"

"Go and find you the experimental subject and genetic material fragments." Salomon waved his hand and disappeared into the portal.

"You mean, you're going to dig graves?" Maya Hansen glanced at the neatly placed test tubes, which already contained the DNA of several Knights of the Round Table. She didn't know which bones of ancient heroes Salomon was looking for, but she still had a bad feeling.

The experiment might turn out to be even more brutal than she imagined.

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