Unfortunately, though Solomon really didn't want to answer Lin Ruo's question, things had progressed to a point where his refusal wouldn't make the question disappear.
"Solomon, is there something wrong with your current state?" Lin Ruo asked, pinching his chin with a serious expression, as if discussing a rigorous topic. "Is your Spirit Body naked? Or have you shrunk in age? Or have you finally transformed from Solomon into a cutesy Solomon?"
"Shut up." Seeing Lin Ruo's increasingly outrageous remarks, especially with his serious and earnest demeanor, Solomon finally couldn't remain silent any longer and spoke.
Immediately after, Lin Ruo saw the ring in his hand flash, and a figure emerged from it, appearing before him.
The figure had Lin Ruo's familiar black hair and black eyes, and its facial features were also very familiar. It wore Solomon's favorite asymmetrical long robe, exuding an aura of majesty that even ordinary High-Sequence Beyonders couldn't resist.
The only problem was that the figure looked a bit younger, with baby fat still on its cheeks, appearing to be no older than eight years old.
"Pfft..." Lin Ruo finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. He first covered his mouth, bowing his head to laugh politely and give Solomon Face, then looked up at Solomon again, and immediately laughed even louder.
"Hahahaha! No, how could you... Pfft, is this also a side effect? Hahahaha, I'm sorry, I can't help it."
It was hard to say whether Lin Ruo genuinely couldn't help it or if he was intentionally laughing loudly. In any case, Solomon decided to treat it as intentional, as he usually did, and directly raised his hand to snap his fingers loudly.
The captain's cabin suddenly became quiet at that moment. It turned out that Lin Ruo had distorted the rules there, manually activating a mute function.
Solomon, forced to shut up, blinked. He quickly found a blank piece of paper from a drawer in the desk beside him, then picked up the ink-dipped pen on the table and wrote:
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
It could be said that when it came to being spineless, Solomon's actions were as swift as ever.
This might also be because he was essentially a social terrorist who wasn't bothered by awkwardness at all.
"Too late." But Solitar was clearly not someone who could be easily swayed. After all, as someone who had engaged in countless battles of wits with Solomon, he understood that person's character all too well. Even if the mute was lifted, the other party might be well-behaved for a while, but would definitely revert to old habits very quickly.
To put it bluntly, if Solomon didn't have that inexplicable moral bottom line, he would definitely be an even more mischievous brat than Amon.
In fact, Solomon's destructive power would be even greater than Amon's, because Amon was only a King of Angels of the Beyonder, and had few friends, but Solitar was not.
And facing Lin Ruo's "heartless" refusal, Solomon immediately put on a highly dramatic expression of shock and sorrow, as if he had suffered a huge blow. He quickly scribbled on the paper:
"Has the small ship of our friendship already capsized?"
"No." Lin Ruo shook his head, then heartlessly added, "The small ship of friendship sank long ago."
Solomon was dramatically stunned. He stared at Lin Ruo, blinking, probably trying to squeeze out a tear or two to show his sadness. But as he stared, he suddenly raised a hand to cover his mouth.
There was no laughter, as Solomon had been muted.
"I'm sorry, although I really want to cry, I can't help but laugh whenever I see you, hahaha." Solitar wrote on the paper with one hand covering his mouth, and the words were a bit shaky because his shoulders couldn't stop trembling.
Lin Ruo: ...
"My dear Solomon, could you please tell me where you get the courage to court death?"
Lin Ruo took a slight breath. He had originally thought that after so many years of trials, he had become accustomed to Solomon's death-defying behavior and could Face it calmly, but now Lin Ruo suddenly felt that he had been naive.
This kind of thing, no matter how much one gets used to it, can never be faced calmly.
"You should have no ability to resist me now. If you anger me, I will really beat you." Lin Ruo continued, "Or can you still ensure that after I beat you, you can heal yourself in the next second, remove all negative effects, and continue to be lively and kicking?"
Lin Ruo had indeed beaten Solomon before. Rather, in that era, it was very common for Solomon and his unlucky friends to beat each other up.
In most cases, the Angel of Judgment, who had just courted death, knew he was in the wrong, and understood the importance of placating others, would placate the other party without words and then obediently take a beating. After all, he understood the principle of sustainable development and would not really fight back in such situations, even if he could win.
Anyway, everyone was generally very measured when beating people, and Solomon himself was a top-tier healer. He could basically heal himself immediately after a beating, and then go lively and kicking to cause trouble for the next victim... Ah, no, to visit another old friend.
Of course, during the beating, there would often be a chaotic escape period. This wasn't because Solomon was avoiding the beating, but mainly to allow the person doing the beating to feel a sufficient sense of accomplishment—at least, that's what Solomon himself believed.
In a few cases, if Solitar's friend made a mistake and angered Solomon, such as by delaying a manuscript, then that person who angered Solomon had to be careful.
Basically, that friend's future would range from a beating to a small dark room, and if they truly crossed Solitar's bottom line, well, the Blood Emperor's grave next door was already covered in tall grass.
As for how Lin Ruo judged that Solomon currently had no ability to resist him—it was simple. If he had the ability to resist, Solomon would definitely not have been obediently muted, nor would he have so easily bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
In the past, when the Angel of Judgment bowed his head and admitted his mistake, it was either because he was truly on the verge of enraging the other party, or because it was inconvenient to use his abilities for various reasons, and he could only yield to "physical persuasion."
And hearing Lin Ruo's words, Solitar suddenly became quiet. Although he had been quiet before, that was only a linguistic quietness; now, his entire demeanor exuded a calm aura.
Solomon continued to write on the blank paper: "I'm sorry, I just don't know how to Face you. After all, to the current me, you are just a familiar stranger, so I can only rely on my instincts to act."
"I hope this hasn't made you too unhappy."
"Is your instinct to court death?" Lin Ruo was silent for a second, then his tone carried a hint of helplessness. It must be said that this expression on an adult was fine, but on a small child, it really had the immediate visual effect of an emoji.
Perhaps I should introduce Will to Lin Ruo? They might have a lot in common now... Solitar's thoughts drifted, and a playful idea arose in his mind as he thought of a certain ice cream-loving little snake, but he continued to write without changing his expression:
"Strictly speaking, it's not courting death; it's just a natural emotional and behavioral response that occurs when facing you. Although my memory is blank, these things are indeed ingrained in my instincts."
Lin Ruo looked at Solomon. He suddenly sighed and snapped his fingers again.
The distortion in the captain's cabin suddenly disappeared. Solomon blinked, put down the paper and pen in his hand, and said, "Can your current state be changed? If so, is there anything I can do to help you?"