Phoenix's flattery was a little embarrassing. Although it was a sincere bragging about Salomon's predecessor's achievements, it was still a bit difficult for him to accept. Salomon easily changed the topic to counting the casting materials, and Phoenix said:
He knows the contents of his dimensional bag very well, and it also has the authority to open the magic lock on the dimensional bag.
"A tube of live spiders is missing, and only a few small spider legs are left." It said, "But I'm not sure whether it was taken away by your pet cat. After all, since you can no longer use them, you have
I haven’t fed those live spiders for a long time. I remember you once put the spiders and the sketches of the alchemy dolls together..."
"In other words, the parchment in the dimensional bag is not because it was lost, but because I forgot to take it out from the study, right?" Salomon took a deep breath, although the burning smell in the fairy palace
Most of it dispersed, but a small amount still broke into his lungs - just like his mood, he felt like he smelled the burning smell of his heart.
"Yes." Phoenix nodded in a relaxed tone, "I don't think you need to worry about the attitudes of the two witches. After all, with your status, it is easy to get several concubines, even if the two witches and
The relationship between Beeches (Queen of Sheba)..."
"Phoenix..."
"Huh?" It tilted its head, its long feathers swaying.
"Shut up, at least don't say that in front of the witch."
"But they're not here, My Lord." Phoenix muttered, a little worried about his master's mental state.
"That's not OK."
Sif came to Salomon's room carrying a large plate with fruits and meat. She thought thoughtfully about the fact that there would be no dinner after the funeral, and she did not see the mystic in the tavern. Sif thought
Salomon must be hungry and needs food now.
Behind her were Volstagg and Fandral, but they were not as impressive as they usually looked. After the mystic mage asked them to sit down, even Volstagg didn't touch the meat on the plate. They were like
There were a few dirty stray dogs, their armor still bearing traces of earlier battles.
"Thor went to the dungeon." After a while, Sif spoke first, "He told Loki about the Queen of Heaven, and he wanted to ask Loki for help... Thor hopes that you and Loki can put it down for the time being.
The grievances in the atrium, joining forces to fight against the dark elves. He originally wanted to come and tell you in person, but he can't leave now..."
"Hurry up and agree, don't be such a bitch..." Volstagg didn't know that his words attracted the eyes of all the participants. He scratched his unkempt red curly beard and said,
The dried blood of the dark elf soldiers fell like dust from their casually styled manes, staining the floor cleaned by the Asgard maid again. "Revenge for the Queen of Heaven is the most important thing." He said, "I see you.
The boy is also a warrior, and you should understand how important this matter is. If you have a score to settle with Loki, you can settle it one-on-one with him after that battle. I promise you, I will never tell anyone else.
.If Loki died in your hands, even if the father of the gods asked me, I would say that Loki died in the hands of the dark elves. How about, as long as you help me, I, Volstagg, owe you a favor
,What do you want me to do then..."
"Okay, you glutton, we're here to discuss tactics." Fandral quickly covered Volstagg's mouth, and then let go in disgust. He wiped his hands on his clothes -
Volstagg's beard has everything in it, not only the blood of dark elves, but also...is this butter?
Lying to the Father of the Gods is tantamount to committing treason. According to Volstagg's reckless temperament, he may actually lie to repay a favor. Fandral, who still has some sense, quickly interrupted Volstagg's increasingly serious
An outrageous guarantee, otherwise it would be bad if Salomon really made a condition or one of the Mystic and Loki really died. He didn't want Asgard to break with its allies in Midgard.
At least not now, he has been exposed to a lot of Asgard's secrets recently. After the death of Queen Frigga, the Father of the Gods is handing over some administrative responsibilities to the new gods of their generation, and Fandral and Sif know the most.
Asgard has far more secrets than he imagined, and only guys like Volstagg, who only know how to eat and fight, don't care at all.
"I promise." The mystic mage said expressionlessly, "Loki has already paid the price. Asgard only needs to send an official letter. This matter has been delayed for a long time and has not been completed. Sif, why not
You go find Heimdall (Sif and Heimdall are brother and sister) and ask him to issue a certificate—certificate that Loki has been sentenced to life imprisonment, so that I can explain it to Karma Taj."
"I will." Sif nodded, "If it weren't for the invasion of the dark elves, this matter would have been solved very quickly. Now we have to talk about the ether particles...here, except for the father of the gods, I'm afraid
No one can understand ether particles better than you, a wizard... The Great God needs time to grieve, and we dare not disturb the Father of the Gods, so we can only come to you."
"Okay, listen carefully." Salomon suddenly started giving lectures, "About ether particles, the role of the fifth overhead element..."
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"Aren't you really sad, Loki?" Thor stood in front of the barrier of the dungeon. He changed his attitude from before in front of the throne steps, and his tone was dull. Although the body had been moved away, the smell of blood in the dungeon still lingered.
Go, his only audience still seemed to have an indifferent attitude. "She is also your mother." Thor glanced at Loki, who still had his back turned to him, "If you want to say something, you can let me know.
The guard informed me... you know, we are family."
"Maybe." Even though there was enough light in the dungeon room, when Loki turned around, Thor saw a lingering shadow on his brother's face, like a thin light black veil.
"You can leave." Loki said in a cold tone, "You don't need to care here. The future king of Asgard, I am just a little prisoner..."
"Loki!" Thor's roar exploded like thunder. "She is your mother! Don't you have any love for her in your heart?"
"So what?" A chuckle came, just as frivolous and harsh as Loki's usual laughter after playing pranks. The God of Mischief walked closer with his hands behind his back, and Thor clearly saw Loki's face and the shadow.
Disappeared - although his face was full of smiles, the tears reflected the light and were extremely eye-catching, "What can I do here, dear brother? You should know that I am a prisoner now."
"You can take revenge."
"Me?" Loki seemed to have heard something funny. He beat the barrier of the dungeon and burst into hysterical laughter. He bent over with laughter and kept coughing, "Ahem...cursing the darkness in the cell."
Elf? I have never learned curses. If you let me learn..."
"No, Loki." Thor said calmly, "In the way of a warrior, in the way of Frigga's son."
"What?"
"so."
Thor slammed Mjolnir heavily on the dungeon barrier, and the light curtain shattered under the terrifying force. Loki's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Thor actually did such a thing. Thor caught Loki
Key's hand - the illusion disappeared, and the God of Mischief stayed in the corner of the cell with his hair messy.
"How is it? Isn't it terrible?" The messy-haired God of Mischief laughed miserably, "Are you satisfied? The alarm in the dungeon has sounded. What are you going to do? Or are you going to just leave it like this?
Take me out?"
"At least your blood is not cold." Thor glanced at him, strode forward, and lifted Loki up from the ground, "I will ask the Father of the Gods that you also kneel down.
Just once...you are Frigga's child, you have the right to revenge. Loki, let us recover the blood debt from the dark elves!"