To Four Thousand Years Later

"My lord...are you more comfortable?"

Yastaru said softly.

Solomon leaned against the bed. She knelt on the bed and embraced Solomon's upper body, put her arms on Solomon's shoulders, and gently rubbed Solomon's forehead.

"Thank you, Yastaru..."

Solomon said in a grateful voice.

He felt a warm current coming from Yastaru. The back muscles that became stiff and painful due to sitting for a long time began to relieve fatigue, and the sore eyes and the faintly aching brain were also washed away by the warm current from the temples.

—I feel like I can practice immortality for another night.

Solomon had such a thought in his mind.

"...my lord, you need to rest."

As if guessing what Solomon was thinking, Yastaru pursed his lips and said softly with some displeasure.

There was a bit of anger hidden in her soft voice, and she muttered dissatisfiedly: "You haven't slept all night...Even with my help, natural sleep is still needed!"

"Don't worry, it's only one night."

Solomon said haha ​​casually: "You don't know, I used to stay up late three or four days a week before, and it was commonplace. I have also experienced this kind of experience of only sleeping three or four hours a day for a week or two..."

Before he finished speaking, Yastaru's movements behind him suddenly stopped. After a while, he slowly slowed down.

"My lord, do you... live such a hard life?"

Her voice became distressed and sad: "No wonder you have today's wisdom..."

So Solomon suddenly felt bad.

"Don't mind... Don't feel sorry for me, Yastaru. I really don't think there is any problem with this..."

Solomon's face hurts: "I stay up all night and continue to do the work I haven't finished every day... Isn't this common sense. Rather, it should be a punishment for being lazy during the day."

But Yastaru just retorted in a low voice: "But you are not lazy during the day, my lord..."

"I'm lazy enough, Yastaru. Yesterday and today I listened to Baimon play the piano for three hours, and took a nap for two hours after eating, even though I wasn't sleepy."

Solomon sighed helplessly: "But there is still a lot of accumulated work. I still need to sort out the legal codes, plan the business routes, and rewrite the holy scriptures. Come write...everyone is working, Yastaroth. I am the king of Israel, and the king can't play."

"The king is not a human—"

Annoyed, Yastaru bumped Solomon's head lightly with his forehead: "You are obviously the most tired! Please take care of your body, my lord!"

"Don't keep telling me to be lazy..."

Solomon smiled wryly.

Could it be that Yastaru is a lazy demon god?

Although I am really happy to be cared about so much... There is a sense of satisfaction from sucking cats while writing product demand headaches.

"Okay, okay, I'm comfortable, I'm going to write the code..."

Solomon felt that he had almost recovered, but just as he wanted to get up, Yastaru pressed down again with force.

...I don't know if Solomon's body is too thin, or Yastaru is worthy of being a demon god—Solomon has no resistance at all, so she slams his temples hard and falls back down on the bed.

"You still need to rest! My lord, please close your eyes!"

Yastaru said angrily: "It's just that I have recovered, the damage caused by not sleeping yesterday has not been recuperated!"

Solomon's head was being played with by her, and he looked at Baimeng helplessly: "You should persuade her, Baimeng."

"You should take a break, Solomon."

Baimon, who was sitting at the foot of the bed and plucking the strings, did not stop moving, but replied in a cold voice: "Now everything in Israel is thriving, the hearts of the people are stable, and your country is also stable; with Yastalu and I guarding you, Israel You won’t be invaded; I’ll help you with your lifespan, and Yastaru can give you offspring if you want… So, what are you afraid of, Solomon?”

Hearing this, Solomon was also slightly taken aback.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before he said softly, "I think... I'm not afraid. It's just that I feel a little guilty and uneasy."

"I always feel that... all the things I enjoy now and the mission I am carrying are too illusory and too beautiful for me."

Solomon said softly: "They worship me and completely trust me...I am very grateful to them, so I want to leave them as many good things as possible. But I don't want them to start a war and destroy the world..."

"If a country is too strong, they will not be able to hold back their own hands holding weapons; if a country is too weak, they will not even be able to keep their writing, and will have to believe in pagan gods to save their lives."

Solomon opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were deep: "What I leave behind, which ones will help them, and which ones will harm them... These need to be carefully considered."

Hearing this, Baimeng was silent for a while.

He frowned and asked, "Solomon...don't you want Israel to rise?"

"Of course I would, but I'm asking for more than that."

Solomon said softly: "I am a very greedy person. The higher my vision, the more I want..."

"I want to eradicate disputes on the earth. I want human beings to no longer die of hunger, no longer fear natural disasters, and no longer be bound by the earth..."

Solomon stopped in the middle of speaking.

He looked at Baimeng who was staring at him in a daze, and said with a wry smile: "You must not understand, Baimeng... just take it as my arrogance and raving."

"...Solomon, you're going to be a great king."

As soon as Baimon opened his mouth, he immediately denied: "No...you will become the greatest king."

"That's a must."

Solomon said as a matter of course: "If I can't do it, then it means that I am a waste that can't be lifted."

"I have the crystallization of the wisdom of countless great people, reliable cheats, your help and support, and my own hard work...Why can't I do it?"

Solomon said plainly, his strong self-confidence is very contagious: "I must do it—otherwise, wouldn't I live this life in vain?"

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward and wanted to stand up.

But Yastaru just kept silent and didn't let go, gently rubbing the back of Solomon's neck without saying a word.

That strength is much lighter than before. Solomon could shake her off and walk away if he just struggled free.

But Solomon just sighed helplessly, and leaned back again.

"Baimon, Nathan...I mean Floros should be back for a while. I have other things to arrange for him."

Solomon leaned his body in Yastaru's arms, and said calmly: "Anyway, I'm my own. Let him see my useless and decadent appearance... You go and bring him here, and I will give him here arrange work."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to vaguely hear Yastaru's pleasant humming behind him.

"Flauros has indeed returned. I will return as I go, Solomon."

Baimon got up and took a deep look at Solomon: "Yastallu, take good care of the king. Except for the unavoidable aging, the king can't leave any damage."

"Yes~"

The corners of Yastaru's mouth curled up, and he replied with a long voice in a good mood.