To Four Thousand Years Later

Before Solomon could think about it, the appointed time had arrived.

If you stay too long, that girl will get scared...

Solomon pursed his lips and walked towards Adonijah's tent first. After Solomon stood still at the door, the tent opened in less than half a minute.

The first to come out of it was Adonijah who had regained his mobility. He clutched his chest, frowning and feeling a little uncomfortable.

But he still walked out of it full of energy.

Brown cloth was wrapped around Adonija's chest and legs, and black mud with a fishy smell could be seen leaking from the edge of the cloth.

And behind him was Abigail who lowered his head and staggered along. She stretched out her hands helplessly forward, and walked straight towards Solomon. Solomon quickly took two steps forward and reached out to support her.

Then he glanced at Adonijah with some dissatisfaction.

After all, this child cured you, right? Can you die if you help me?

"I'm all right, Solomon! I can move my leg!"

But Adonijados paid no attention to Abigail at all.

He just stomped his feet and laughed loudly: "Look, my legs are getting stronger! You don't know, their ointment is amazing! Just apply it lightly on my body, and I didn't feel any pain at the time! "

"Congratulations, Adonijah."

Solomon smiled, and said softly: "But even if you are fine, I think we should spend the night here now."

"Okay, Solomon."

Adonija smiled: "I will be very grateful to you."

Solomon sensed a vague killing intent from his words. But he laughed instead.

Rather, it was exactly what he wanted.

Adonijah had no idea what he wanted

Solomon didn't want to wait in Jerusalem for his own assassination. Although Adonijah was also afraid of something, after all, at least three leaders in Jerusalem were willing to support him.

It would be better to expose the flaws first, or provoke him and let Adonija assassinate himself in the wild tonight.

Although there is at least one test for Adonija, no matter whether he can kill him or not, there is no loss for him...but that can complete his first main task.

Although I don't know what the "Solomon's Ring" is for, at least I won't continue to be so passive

"gentlemen."

Just as Solomon was leading Abigail towards Nome, Adonijah walked towards Nome first.

Norm, who was not a few years older than himself, showed a reserved smile: "Sir, are you selling your daughter?"

Solomon felt a little depressed when he felt Abigail's footsteps suddenly stopped while he was supporting him. After hearing Adonia's words, the smile on Noam's face slowly froze.

"I do not sell my daughter, my lord."

He replied with a straight face.

Solomon walked over leading Abigail's hand, and Jam took the hand to support Abigail, hiding her behind her back to Adonijah.

"That's all right, salted fish seller. I want to marry your daughter."

Adonija chuckled: "She healed my wound. I have to give her some reward...and she is such a beautiful girl. No... Nom? Ah, Nom, I want to take your daughter For a concubine."

In his eyes, there was a light of greed and joy. His forehead was lined with wrinkles, and the corners of his eyes and mouth were also tightened. The corners of the grin were a mixture of fawning, self-satisfied and lizard-like arrogance clinging to it.

"I am the son of King David. From now on...cough. In short, it is an honor for her to have your daughter with me. She is so beautiful, and she will definitely give birth to the most beautiful young man in Israel."

Adonija said to Noam with a smile.

But what didn't match his words was that while he praised Abigail's "beauty", he didn't look at Abigail much.

Heh... probably he has taken a fancy to that "miracle ointment".

Solomon sneered inwardly.

indeed. From Adonijah's perspective, it was natural to see the value of that ointment. Perhaps he also felt that he had really wronged himself by marrying a blind girl...

"...I'm not going to marry my daughter either. Abigail says she won't."

Noam pursed his lips, turned sideways to Adonijah, and protected Abigail behind him. Some timidly but unexpectedly firmly said: "And you are only one of the sons of King David, not the great King David. Besides, everyone knows! King David wants to pass the throne to Solomon—"

Norm said nothing, but suddenly closed his mouth in panic.

He looked at Solomon and felt a little relieved when he saw that there was no special expression on his face.

"Noam is right, Adonijah."

Solomon's gentle voice sounded.

He took half a step forward, cleverly inserted between Adonija and Noam, but didn't touch anyone between them.

Noam bowed slightly to Solomon full of apology, protected Abigail and took a few steps back and stopped talking.

Under the gazes of the people around him, Solomon looked at Adonijah, who had an ugly face, and said seriously: "Father taught us to respect others. This is the virtue we should cultivate... Abigail is not willing to marry you, so you She cannot be forced."

"Father never said that."

Adonijah's face also turned cold: "Not to mention anything else, your mother Bathsheba...do you know how her former husband died?"

"—Adonijah! Is your wound healed!"

At this moment, General Joab shouted his name and interrupted him: "Dinner is ready! Come and eat!"

"Okay Joab. I'm coming... well, I'm going with Solomon."

Adonijah responded loudly, stopping the topic just now.

"Come on, Solomon."

He took a step forward, approaching Solomon who was looking at him calmly. He stretched out his hand to embrace Solomon from behind, and pushed Solomon to turn around and walk forward.

His 1.8 meter body was particularly oppressive in front of Solomon, who was a head shorter than him. Not to mention Solomon's arm, which can only be seen with vague muscle lines, and his arm, which is almost thicker than Solomon's thigh.

"Listen, Solomon, it's a good thing that you dare to contradict me. You have more courage than before. This is what the Israelites must have."

Adonija bent down and lowered her head, put her head close to Solomon's ear, and said softly and slowly in an undeniable tone: "But you are wrong, I am not going to take the girl's things directly. This is a deal, I It's to make her rich... so don't meddle in your own business, Solomon. It's better for each of us."

"...Ah? Wealthy?"

Solomon, who was walking down side by side with Adonija, seemed to have not heard what he said before, and just smiled and said softly: "Well... I will. After all, you are my brother."

clatter.

Solomon vaguely felt that when he spoke, Adonijah's pace paused invisibly. He didn't say anything after that. Instead, after giving a vague hum, he straightened up and walked down the mountain.

But Solomon pretended not to notice anything, just walked forward.

But in fact, Solomon saw it clearly—just when his insignificant words fell to the ground, the name on Adonijah's head finally turned a dazzling blood red, and spread out in circles. halo of blood.

The blood halo lasted for more than ten seconds before finally fading away. But the blood-red ID still didn't fade, but remained in this extremely bright color.

- You are in a hurry. Adonijah.

Solomon walked forward calmly. He stretched out his hand and waved without looking back, signaling Noam not to worry.

About tonight I will be assassinated.

That being the case...

Solomon watched Adonijah and Joab walking back while chatting. He walked to the middle of the camp, greeted the people around with a smile, and drank the broth directly.

"That's right, Benaya."

While drinking the bland broth, he beckoned to the brave warrior who was like a little potato: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

"What is it, Your Highness Solomon?"

Binaya swallowed the black bread with the broth, and approached suspiciously.

Solomon looked at this young warrior who was about the same height as him, put his arms around his shoulders with a smile, and said kindly: "Hi...it's a small matter. Um...can you be on duty tonight?"

"I have no objection, Your Highness Solomon. Is there anything else?"

Benaiah looked at Solomon blankly.

Solomon looked serious, and said in a low voice: "Well, there is indeed another business. But it is not convenient to talk about it here. After everyone has finished eating, you come to my tent to find me... Remember to avoid other people. This is A matter of my life, Benaiah."

His expression was very serious.

Binaya was slightly startled, and couldn't help but cast a slight glance towards Adonija.

At that moment, Joab seemed to sense something, and turned his head to look over.

"—Oh? Is that woman so interesting! Hmm, interesting, interesting!"

Solomon suddenly laughed and nodded.

His voice caught the eyes of the people around him, and they looked over one after another. Solomon waved his hand haha, indicating that it was okay. Those who were paying attention to Solomon finally looked away.

Seeing his actions, Binaya tensed her face a little nervously.

"I didn't even know there was such an interesting place in Jerusalem! You have to take me there next time!"

Solomon said to himself, and patted Binaya's shoulder vigorously: "Partner, I'm done eating. Let's talk again next time we have a chance!"

As he spoke, he stood up and asked someone with a yellow name around him: "If Adonijah comes back, tell him that I'm in the tent. I'm a little tired, so I'll go to sleep first."

"Yes, Your Highness Solomon."

The man nodded: "I will convey it."

Solomon smiled and disappeared into the crowd.