To Four Thousand Years Later

"Is it really okay for you to talk so much with them, Solomon?"

Baimon stood beside Solomon, recorded something at the table in front of Solomon, and asked casually: "With your wisdom, there is absolutely no problem in controlling them. They are dull and narrow-minded..."

His stature is a bit short, so that he can easily write something on the table without bending over.

The beautiful and childish face that seemed to be irrelevant to the male identity was as cold and rational as usual, and the tone of the demon **** Baimen was also calm and calm: "But you are different, Solomon."

"It doesn't matter, Baimon."

Solomon just chuckled and shook his head: "They can't learn it at all."

"They may respect and surrender to you now, but that's also because they are too far behind you."

Baimon put down his pen, frowned slightly and looked at Solomon, his cold voice was refreshing: "Once you teach them new knowledge, have you thought about what will happen?"

"If they can learn knowledge so easily, I would be relieved."

Solomon couldn't help laughing: "Baimon, human beings don't accept new things as easily as you do."

But Baimon just shook his head: "No, I know this. I mean, if they think they have your wisdom, their hearts will definitely swell."

"That doesn't matter. If they think they are wise, then I will show a deeper wisdom."

Solomon asserted: "Sooner or later, the wisdom of the people will be enlightened, whether it is Israel or Ionia. If they learn these things, I am not worried, but will be glad."

"Baimon is still too cautious..."

Barr, who was standing incognito, raised his eyebrows and interjected casually, "Let me just say it. If you teach them too many things, your descendants will definitely be killed by them. Israel will fall into a state of stupidity." People, even your records, will be erased by them, in order to show their own glory - whether you believe it or not, this barbaric thing will happen sooner or later."

"I know, I know."

Solomon just nodded: "That's why I asked Baimeng to record my words, carved a large number of clay tablets and scattered them all over the place. Afterwards, I will have people pour copper plates, make important words into copper plates, and bury them in hidden places. "

"...what's the point of that?"

Baal raised his brows: "Even if your words remain, it will be meaningless to the possible division and destruction of Israel in the future."

"This is the problem, Baal. There is one difference between your perception and mine...that is, whether Israel is divided or not in the future, it doesn't matter to me at all. To be selfish...if they destroy themselves, they rely on themselves I would be happier if my wisdom and skills were plundered by other countries as precious talents.”

Solomon chuckled, and said casually, "It's better to say, Baal... The problem is not that I taught them the art of conspiracy, but that they can't learn it at all, or at most they can only learn it superficially."

"I just kept repeating to you that they can't learn... because even if I use a knife to force their necks to expound this kind of civil rights thought and this kind of communication theory, it is useless. Because of the limitations of productivity and material communication in this era , this kind of thinking itself surpasses their cognition... just like what I said now, it surpasses your cognition."

Solomon took a deep look at Baal, the corners of his mouth raised.

The previous main task has also been completed. God Baal was willing to stay and guard Israel for ten years, and Solomon got three points of fame as scheduled...

Now is the time when there is no task. It can also make Solomon feel at ease and do some more laborious work...

"Then why do you still tell him so much..."

Baal frowned puzzled.

Solomon interrupted softly: "No, Baal... who said that I said this to Binah?"

Hearing this, Baimon was shocked.

He immediately realized what Solomon meant, and felt a chill behind his back.

That's right... Solomon's words were not spoken by Benaiah. But for him to record—not Solomon's words alone, but the whole story.

"Because of a single 'reason', it will inevitably be damaged in the process of dissemination. Because of the vocabulary difference in the cultural circle, at least a small change will occur in each cross-language translation. Although it seems to be just a little each time, as long as it accumulates It's going to be ridiculous."

Solomon lay on the chair with his eyes closed, enjoying Yastaru's massage, and explained casually: "And if it is made into a real story, this kind of thinking will be more durable. It will also be easier for people to remember——Solomon Binaya The words spoken are much easier to remember than the words Solomon taught people."

"I'm not talking about 'the power of the crowd' to Binayah. Because it's not the power of the crowd at all—it's just a bunch of foolish people who have lost their minds. But I can use this example to express what I want to say record."

Solomon looked at Baimon and said calmly, "Do you understand, Baimon?"

Baimon looked at Solomon, feeling for the first time the profound wisdom hidden in this ordinary human being.

... Did he kill those five people in order to demonstrate the new law? Or to consolidate their power? Or is it to weaken the prestige of the priest? Or to unite the people? Or to reprimand, beat Benayah... or to leave those words behind?

What exactly is Solomon going to do? What exactly was Solomon trying to do?

For the first time, the Demon God of Knowledge felt confused.

He couldn't help but respect Solomon's tone.

"...Actually, it's not that troublesome, you can also tell me directly."

Baimon couldn't help but said: "I can directly write down what you want to say, and then make up a lie and pretend that this happened. Anyway, if your goal is for future generations, has this actually happened? About It doesn't matter."

Solomon laughed when he heard this, "That's called a fable, Baimon! Of course I want to do it—but I can't do it all."

"Because I will leave behind 'the proof of Solomon's wisdom.'"

Solomon looked out of the window, stared at the starry sky, and said in a low voice, "Just like when I reformed today, the execution platform on which the five priests were executed, and what you will record on the slate, count the Buddha's words at the end of this year." The cause of death of the death list that Lauros will submit will form a complete chain of evidence. In a few years, I will ask Benaya to write his memoirs, 'Because you are a wise man, you have the right to stay Use your wise words 'such an excuse...'

The fact of "relics" confirmed by many parties can guarantee the fact that "Solomon" did say this sentence...not "documents" compiled by later generations to beautify Solomon's glory.

In this way, the credibility of Solomon's other words can be enhanced. Creating an image of a "King of Wisdom" for future generations is beneficial to Solomon's future plans.

He made himself king. And discover the ruins yourself. Allow yourself to formulate your own theory.

Simply put...he wants people to realize how far ahead of Solomon's wisdom. He wants to make "King Solomon's Treasure"—that is, the so-called "many truths of the world" that he hides—a treasure that is actively pursued by people of all ages.

Because the Israelites alone may not last long enough. It's just a straight message, and there will be mistakes if there are too many, let alone the truth that they can't understand.

And sects don't necessarily last long. Even the sect that Solomon himself modified, and will continue to modify, may at some point in the future become cancerous and turn into an old thing that hinders development.

In order for the current self not to become the resistance of the future self, Solomon will plant enough back doors for the future self.

And this reason is the only thing Solomon can't tell Baimon and the others. It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but that they really can't understand it.

"It's so late, even if Sadhu gave a speech after finishing his execution, Binaya and the others should be back by now."

Solomon suddenly said: "You guys retreat first. Just leave Baimen here... Baimen, you pack these things and find out the plan I wrote the day before yesterday."

"Yes, my lord."

Yastaru nodded obediently, lowered his head and kissed Solomon's cheek lying sideways on the chair, and whispered in his ear: "My lord, please don't stay up late tonight."

After finishing speaking, she gently straightened Solomon, straightened his robe, turned and left.

And Baal, who was leaning against the wall, also took a deep look at Solomon. Her brilliant golden vertical pupils are also burning more vigorously now—she obviously has a new interest in Solomon.

She just laughed softly, and her elegant and tall figure rolled up like a flaming flame, and disappeared into Solomon's inner palace.

Then, as expected—the inner guard who had been guarding the outermost part of the palace reported to Solomon, and the high priest and marshal came to see him.

"Let them in."

Solomon smiled gently, and with his hands on his chin, he replied calmly: "Is it very tiring to lead them among the people these days, Emmos... I will give you three days off, and I will give you two calves and two lambs, And a gor of barley and wheat as a reward. But you must bear in mind—you must not tell others, not even your family members, about the work I have given you to do in the past few days. Can you bear in mind?"

"I will remember it, my king."

The young inner guard fell to his knees and replied forcefully without hesitation.

He looked at Solomon's eyes with burning enthusiasm: "I must remember—"