To Four Thousand Years Later

As the two of Birds walked along the way, he just talked about the deeds of King Solomon to the mysterious woman who was traveling with him.

"Is that right…"

And she was really surprised: "Then King Solomon is indeed a wise man."

"Yes, long live my king."

Birds said casually: "Although I don't know what King Solomon wants to do, he must be good to us."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course. That's how I'm sure, long live my king."

Birds replied without hesitation.

The words that the guard threatened him a few days ago have become his spoken words now. Every time he said "Long live my king", he seemed to be able to remember his courageous act of resisting the soldiers' orders that day.

"I'm going to report to the conscription office."

Birds smiled at the woman who was walking with him and said, "Go forward fifty steps and look in the direction of the sun, and you will be able to see King Solomon's palace. Goodbye then."

"Well, see you then."

The woman chuckled and watched him go. As she looked away, the golden and charming eyes in Birds' heart gradually dissipated.

"Paris..."

At this moment, a soft voice sounded beside her.

Yastaru, with a pure and delicate face, black hair reaching his waist, and wearing a white robe, appeared beside her at some point.

Holding a clay tablet, she stared at Barris indifferently: "You shouldn't have come."

"I'm here, how about it? You can still beat me out."

The feminine Baal chuckled, his cloak fluttering in the wind. Her long black-brown hair fluttering freely like a storm was revealed, followed by the pair of soaring bull horns on top of her head, as well as the bright golden pupils and full chest that even the shadows couldn't cover up.

The most annoying thing is her feet like sheep's hooves. There is no doubt that it cannot be a body part that humans can have... But the people around ignored her and walked over as if they didn't see her. At best, he just glanced at Yastaru curiously.

That is the special power that Baal possesses. Her body is invisible to ordinary people, and only those with power can see her appearance.

What most people see is the armor she usually wears, and the flames and thunder that wrap around her body. The purpose of that cloak is not to hide her appearance, but to allow people to see her.

The corner of her mouth was full of smiles, and she tilted her head to look at Yastaru: "After more than ten years, is it so indifferent when we meet for the first time, my sister Inanna?"

"Call me Yastaru now."

Yastaru's non-aggressive soft voice sounded, reminiscent of the soft fur of a lamb under the sun: "I didn't want to make a move...I didn't want adults to see me rough."

"But...I don't want adults to see you even more."

She said, taking a small step forward.

Suddenly, the surrounding earth trembled slightly. Yastaru's smooth and glorious long curly hair gradually lost its brilliance, turning into a thick black that was deeper than the night, and a faint black smoke drifted out from the end of the hair.

It was poisonous gas from the underworld. It is an unsolvable poison for mortal life—even for demon gods.

"I advise you to stop."

Baal crossed his arms and looked at Yastaru calmly: "This is Jerusalem. Do you really want to fight with me here? I don't care. Guess what Solomon will think of you?"

"... Woo."

Yastaru bit his lip, and the poison gas escaping from his body gradually dissipated.

She wrinkled her nose and glared at Barris: "Go away, Barris. You are not welcome in Jerusalem."

"Come on, I'm here to take you away."

Baal shrugged his shoulders and said with a light smile, "Of course, if you think Israel is fun, it's not like I can't play with you here for more than ten years..."

"You leave quickly."

Yastaru quickly declined without any hesitation.

"In addition, I also want to find Solomon, you can introduce me..."

"You leave quickly."

She stared at Barris, pursed her lips tightly, and repeated repeatedly with an unhappy expression: "You go away."

Baal is also good-tempered, but he just smiled and said to himself: "I am quite interested in these recent policies of Solomon. He seems to be a wise king, and I plan to support it..."

The only problem is that the two of them talk completely differently. Although you said something to me, there was miraculously no communication between them.

Just as the two of them were confronting each other, Solomon and Baimon finally arrived at the scene.

"What... are you doing?"

Solomon asked in confusion.

When Baimon heard that Yastaru and Baal had met in Jerusalem, he was shocked.

Originally, Solomon thought that the two of them would fight to the death here without saying a word, or that Baal would grab Yastaru and prepare to slip away, so he threw down the half-written code, and quickly grabbed Baimon and walked all the way. Xiao ran rushed over.

...Unexpectedly, the two demon gods were unusually restrained when they were separated by five or six meters.

The so-called virtue of being able to beep and never do anything is roughly like this.

"...My lord, are you all right?"

Seeing Solomon gasping for breath, Yastaru was startled. He ran over in three steps and two steps, and stretched out his hand to help Solomon breathe: "Why are you running in such a hurry... Eh? Could it be that you are worried? me?"

"Yeah. I'm worried that you were taken away by Baal."

Solomon said as a matter of course: "But come and take a look, the two of you are quite harmonious."

"Please do not confuse me with Baal, my lord."

Yastaru said seriously: "I am the demon **** of love and beauty... I am different from the brutal and cruel demon **** of Baal."

"…puff."

Baal on the side suddenly laughed.

Yastaru glared at him immediately: "Why are you laughing?!"

"No, I laughed. I know a lot. It's better to be dull. They don't know anything."

Baal chuckled and said, "Solomon, do you know what I'm talking about?"

Solomon looked at Baal, who didn't seem to be planning to fight this time, and was a little surprised, and replied casually, "Of course."

He originally thought that God Baal would attack him when he saw him. He even went to Baimon urgently to learn the magic spells to prevent sneak attacks... But he didn't expect that Baal's meeting with Solomon was full of friendly atmosphere this time.

But Solomon would not let his guard down on Baal because of her friendliness.

"What do you want, Baal?"

Solomon said solemnly: "If you have any thoughts or wishes, I will respond. But whether you are friendly or disgusted depends on your answer."

"What a bold king... This is the first time I've seen a human being who dared to speak to me like that."

Baal chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, young king. Last time I attacked you, it was because my followers called me. He offered me a great sacrifice...Although it is not enough to dry Israel for seven years, it is not enough to dry Jerusalem for seven years." , I can still do it.”

"I'm here to negotiate terms, Solomon."

She said flatly: "You don't believe in Yahweh. I can tell... Don't worry, no one can hear our conversation."

Solomon frowned, noncommittal.

Baal smiled with satisfaction. She puffed out her chest and declared aloud: "I am the **** of the sun, the **** of the storm, the **** of war, the patron saint of travelers and merchants, the **** of law, the **** of fertility and agriculture... You need me, Solomon. Make a pact with me, Show me your wisdom...I will become the patron saint of Israel! If the Egyptians dare to attack, I can repel Amon!"

"no!"

Baimon immediately replied: "Solomon's lifespan is no longer enough!"

"How many years does he have?"

Baal raised his eyebrows and asked Baimon: "I can at least reduce the development of Israel by ten years... What's more, he has already signed a contract with you. Is longevity important to him?"

"Very important, Baal."

Solomon said calmly, "People would prefer to see a young king rather than an old one. Once the king is old, people's hearts will become restless and restless."

"...Besides, you said you could push Israel forward by ten years?"

Solomon smiled. "I said I could push Israel three hundred years—do you believe it?"

"I do not believe."

Baal laughed.

"I said, I can make Israel the economic and cultural center of dozens of countries around here, do you believe it?"

Solomon asked again.

"I don't believe it either."

Baal replied calmly, with anticipation shining in his eyes.

"I said—I can make human beings full in the future without asking for gods, and safe business trips without praying for gods. Law and morality will become the key to restrict everyone. Do you believe it?"

"This... I really don't believe it."

The smile on Baal's face gradually disappeared, and he became serious: "No matter how wise you are... unless you can live for more than two thousand years, it is impossible."

"Believe it or not, I can live for four thousand years."

Solomon said flatly: "I said that after four thousand years, human beings will touch the stars, and they will not worry about their life expectancy. They will even go higher and farther into the deep space. All human beings are like one family—do you believe that?" Do not believe?"

"...I don't believe it, but I like your ambition."

Baal laughed. "If you live four thousand years...well, maybe."

"My body will soon decay, and Israel will be forgotten. But my mind will live forever on earth."

Solomon smiled gently at Baal: "If you don't believe me, come and see. Will I be better than the other monarchs you protect?"

"If you can say something like that, you're better than them, Solomon."

Baal laughed, hugged Solomon tightly, and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

Yastaru, who was behind Solomon, looked at Solomon resentfully, tightly grasping the hem of Solomon's clothes, and glared at Baal viciously.

"Then, I will make a covenant with you. I will guard Israel for ten years, and Amon will not take the initiative to invade Israel during these ten years."

She winked at Yastaru, and whispered in Solomon's ear: "In ten years...you must satisfy me and prove to me that what you said is not a fantasy. Otherwise, I will take Yastaru away and send Burn you and your palace as the price of deceiving me."

"Can."

Solomon replied confidently, with a big stone in his heart.

If it can be guaranteed that the Egyptians will not invade within ten years...Israel can devote itself to farming and growing.

Ten years... is totally enough. Really enough.