After receiving the help of the Golden Armor Guard, Lyon was able to enter this panoramic cell specially built for Loki, the prince of Asgard.

"Okay, stop doing these tricks, Loki."

Lyon walked into the cell and stopped continuing, but stood there with his hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone: "If you still want to continue, I will set fire to this room.

Believe me, my grasp of the temperature is definitely the best in the world! I guarantee you will not die, but it hurts a lot."

Anyone who has eaten with Lyon will not suspect that Lyon's words are lies.

A guy who carries a barbecue stove with him is indeed qualified to talk about the temperature.

As Lyon's voice fell, a linear green light could not rise from the bottom. Loki, who was foaming at the mouth, smeared at a constant speed and dissipated into the air.

"Other Loki" appeared beside Lyon, holding two small daggers in his hand.

It is obvious that this is an illusion created by Loki, which was decided temporarily for Lyon.

...

The real Loki standing near the door still did not put down the small dagger in his hand. This was a weapon condensed with energy. It was fragile and short.

But it was already the most courageous resistance that Loki could do.

"How do you know that what you saw before was an illusion."

Loki couldn't figure this out. It was a temporary decision, and it was a natural scam that was completely in line with the development of the matter.

Lyon doesn’t have divine power or something, how could it be...

Is this his new ability?!

Loki's mood was a little unpleasant.

Revenge seems to be getting harder and harder...

...

"Just now? Oh, I don't know."

Lyon's answer is extremely bachelor.

"and you……?"

Putting your hand into your hat and scratching your head, Lyon replied naturally: "Try it. What's the loss? Anyway, I saw you spitting out, burn it with fire, maybe you will suddenly get better! Don't forget~ I'm a doctor!"

Rocky's teeth are almost broken!

You are so fucking the doctor, you are so fucking secretly putting out the doctor's white coat!

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Lyon talked for a long time and finally turned around and looked at Loki's direction because he felt that this was more respectful.

Loki was shocked, and held the green energy dagger like conditioned reflex and jumped apart for a while, leaning over the ground, looking flustered and moving away.

Maybe he felt that his reaction was a bit embarrassing, Loki stood up cruelly, and the small dagger in his hand disappeared.

With the same movement as Lyon, standing opposite Lyon, he asked with his hands behind his back, "What do you want to say, the weak earthlings."

Weak?

“Hahaha…”

Lyon thought about it and decided not to beat the child at the door of someone else's house. After all, the impact is not good and he is a little arrogant.

After all, it is someone else's child. It is their business, and whether they succeed or not is their business. As long as he doesn't mess with himself, no matter how he spends his family, it has nothing to do with him.

If you mess with yourself...

It's not too late to kill it then!

Lyon was habitually pinching his chin to think about things, but in Loki's eyes, Lyon's aura became more and more dangerous.

Sometimes things like murderous intent are really not expressed with eyes or actions.

As long as that person stands there, it's enough.

"You...what are you thinking! Answer me!"

A timid and cowardly inside. It usually means that a timid person will speak dangerously and repeatedly emphasize through increased voices and exaggerated body movements to prove something that he or she doesn't believe.

Loki, that's the case now.

"I was wondering... whether to break the head or cut off the body. Or... the method I just mentioned seems to be good.

Burn you to death, what do you think?"

In just one sentence, the courage that Loki had just plucked up disappeared in an instant.

Many times, Loki has the courage and determination to die, but!

but!!!

That must be valuable and match it.

It is obvious that dying at the hands of Lyon is definitely worthless.

The most important thing is...

This kind of thing can exist in all places, but it will not appear in Lyon.

and……

Loki knew that Lyon, the bastard, really dared to take action! He was not intimidating himself, he was "inquiring" about his opinions!

Lyon will never do it if others can be drunk.

He would not consider so many results, nor would he care about where this place is and whose son he is.

He thought, he would do it.

Because he came here as a lunatic.

...

Courage is always rare to last.

After the first brave attempt to confront Lyon, he found that Lyon was still very interested in killing him. Loki was enough to test this answer.

His courage dissipated, his shoulders were no longer straight, and his eyes were no longer so aggressive.

Reason returned, Loki closed his eyes and accepted his fate helplessly, asking the real question.

"You're here, it's not to scare me. Lyon, you have something to tell me. Say it, I'm listening."

He only kept his last bit of self-esteem in words, and Lyon was not interested in not even leaving such face or dignity for others.

There is no need to do things that are not good.

After all, it's really not about to kill someone.

How can you be the God King of Asgard?

"Oh! Hehe~ Now you are interested in listening to me? That's right, we are not enemies, right? Do we have any grudges?"

Loki opened her eyes and glanced at Lyon, then closed her eyes again.

If you have a big fist, you say no, then there is no.

"Come on, try this. I'll do this."

Loki heard the sound of something heavy fell on the ground, and then Lyon's words, not easy to understand.

Open your eyes.

Loki saw a large stove and a specially made table appear on the ground of the cell.

This stove looks very familiar...

Destroyer Mecha!

My Destroyer Mecha! You still say we have no grudge?

Without you making trouble, I am not locked in a cell like an animal, but sitting on the throne in the Golden Hall!!

"Hey? Why don't you come? Who are you angry with when you clench your fist?"

Lyon looked up at Loki, and Loki understood it instantly.

No hatred, no hatred, no hatred...

He walked to the opposite of Lyon's table in confusion, and once again looked at the oven in a complicated mood...

Loki sighed slightly and sat on the stool.

"What's this?"

Loki picked up a small flat glass bottle placed on his side.

This should be what Lyon just said: Come on this.

Open the bottle cap and Loki confirmed.

"What wine is this?"
To be continued...