"Girls, look how far his taste had fallen."
Jeanne flipped through the data slate with a sly smile. Salomon did not stop her. Instead, he stuffed a piece of meat into his own mouth and Milia's, and even the Cheshire Cat received a small piece of fatty meat—something Milia would not eat. "You've investigated this party planner quite thoroughly." Jeanne showed the images on the data slate to the others at the table. "Is there anything about her worth noting?"
"Other than the fact that she has lived for a very long time, no." Salomon held a cigarette between his fingers and washed the meat down with a mouthful of wine. Immortality was already extraordinary, but in this manor, his own actual biological age had long become impossible to calculate due to his frequent interstellar travels. The two Witches were likewise over five hundred years old.
"She was born around the Sesklo period."
"The Late Neolithic, from 7510 BC to 6190 BC." Laura Croft raised a fork skewering a piece of roast meat. If there was any benefit to recuperating here, it was that she was no longer surprised by the existence of immortals. There was so much knowledge here, and she could absorb it freely. She studied the photograph closely. "There is now evidence that Sesklo settlers in Greece came from Asia Minor. Black hair, high cheekbones—very consistent with Anatolian racial traits. If that is true, then this woman has lived for nearly ten thousand years?"
"Finally, someone understands that I'm handling official business." Salomon clapped his hands, startling Milia. He hurriedly soothed the girl sitting on his lap, then pointed for Dinah to pour Laura Croft a glass of whiskey. This manor did indeed have many refined rules, but they were for the guests to see, not for