On a hot summer day, the earth is burned like a steamer, and the golden sun hangs high above everyone's heads, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.
This kind of weather and cold drinks are a perfect match.
The iced lemonade in a beverage shop on the commercial street of the town seemed to have a pretty good reputation, and Richard also made a special trip to try it. He was waiting in the queue and saw the customer who had already bought the drink in front of him holding it in his hand.
A plastic soft cup was filled with ice cubes of various sizes, and the lemonade only filled the little space left outside the ice cubes.
Shall I wipe it? Isn’t this a bit too cheating? If you remove the ice cube, the drink may not even be one-third of the full glass?
Richard thought about it, and when it was his turn, he handed over the banknotes and said: "A glass of iced lemonade, remove the ice."
He deliberately emphasized the word "remove the ice" and couldn't help but praise his wit from the bottom of his heart.
Ha, when it comes to ice, you can't just stuff another cup of ice cubes into it and fool me, right?
As a result, the guy behind the counter took the money and looked at him expressionlessly: "You have to pay extra for ice."
Richard: "..."
Uncle Li! Aren't you a little too direct? Don't you even try to hide your embarrassment?
Forget it, it was only a few dollars anyway, so Richard decided not to argue with this hawker. However, the lemonade tasted good, so the money was not wasted.
Richard bit his straw while continuing to wander along the commercial street. After walking for a while, a strange and strange voice sounded from the side: "Brother, you look very bad."
Richard paused and turned his head to see a strange old man sitting in a shady alley nearby. His chin was covered with stubble and he looked a bit vicissitudes of life. He was dressed in black, and he was wearing a robe even on a hot day.
There was a crystal ball on a table covered with red cloth in front of him, and tarot cards beside it.
Richard immediately thought of some common Feng Shui masters in his previous life, who mysteriously set up a stall and pointed at passers-by: "Please stay here, this donor. I see that your hall is dark, and I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster."
....."
Richard ignored it and continued to walk away, but he heard the uncle say again: "But I can see that you are different. You have some very special abilities, some special powers that ordinary people don't have. But you must know
, power always leads to destruction, the more powerful the power, the more so, it will only be accompanied by... risks."
Richard paused and turned his head suspiciously.
Is it true? Did the uncle really see that he was different, or did he just say that to everyone who passed by his stall?
In the past, this kind of guy would definitely be labeled as a charlatan, but it's different now. This is the Marvel Universe! There are black technologies, magic, and metaphysics. Maybe some ordinary passerby is the hidden boss?
What? Are you saying that a really capable boss wouldn’t set up a stall under the bright sun?
Who knows? The wife of the DC family next door is so awesome and mysterious. Doesn’t she set up a stall and tell fortunes every day?
Since there was nothing going on, Richard decided to just listen to what this uncle had to say for fun.
And this greasy old man in black robe is actually our God of Trickery, Loki himself.
In fact, the real owner of this stall is really a charlatan, but he is fast asleep in the bathroom at the moment. Loki personally went into battle and transformed into the image of the stall owner and waited here specially.
"Master, what do you say?" Richard sat down, "You just mentioned destruction?"
Loki had a mysterious look, squinting his eyes and slowly nodded: "Yes. But the fog shrouding your fate is too heavy. In order to see clearly your fate and the way the disaster will come, I still need your help."
Cooperate......"
"Are you going to use this?" Richard pointed to the crystal ball in front of him.
Loki shook his head: "No need."
There is no magic power fluctuation in this broken crystal ball. It looks like a broken glass ball used to fool fools. Who wants to use this thing?
Richard smiled and nodded: "That's good. If you say you want to see the crystal ball, I might turn around and leave. Just a friendly reminder, your crystal ball has faded."
Loki: "..."
Damn it! Are all human liars so unprofessional? If you want to lie to people, you can lie to them. You should be more professional, right? Can you believe that the crystal ball will fade?
Even Loki, the god of deceit, felt so embarrassed. Although it was not his own thing, he still felt frustrated that he had told the worst lie in his life...
"Ahem, it's not important." Loki tried hard to restore the crumbling mysterious image, "This is a common misunderstanding among mortals. The crystal ball is just a prop to assist spiritual vision, and its material itself is not important. Powerful diviners even
You don’t need this kind of thing to have psychic vision.”
"In other words, it is also possible to use glass balls?" Richard asked.
"Well...it's true." Loki had no choice but to follow his words and talk nonsense seriously. For the first time in his life, Loki discovered that even the god of deceit would feel pain in his conscience if he told some lies...
....
"Then I guess, Master, you must be a particularly powerful fortune teller?"
"Of course." Loki felt confident instantly. He didn't believe that there could be several mages in a small place like Midgard who were more professional than him. "Come on, come on, let me show you."
This time Loki didn't lie, he really started to cast the spell. This was also the real purpose of all his efforts - to test the opponent's reality and see what kind of thing was inhabiting this mortal body.
Mysterious power, why can he pick up his brother's meow hammer?
With the help of some kind of hypnotic spell, Loki carefully extended his consciousness and probed into Richard's consciousness. Loki felt as if he was groping in a dark space, until the light shone out after a moment.
The faint blue light suddenly dispelled the darkness and filled the entire space to the end. The entire space seemed sacred and inviolable, and a power that seemed to be everywhere permeated the entire space, lingering around Loki.
.
For a moment, Loki felt like an ant that had strayed into some ancient temple. He couldn't help but want to worship under the powerful invisible pressure.
Then light began to appear in the space. Countless golden particles emerged from all directions, gathered together, and gradually formed an entity. The body climbed higher and higher, getting bigger and bigger, until it turned into a giant with a vague outline, golden
His eyes looked down at Loki with seemingly endless pressure, as if to say——
——Boy, what are you looking at?
Almost reflexively, Loki's consciousness fled from this space as if fleeing for his life. He even forgot to maintain his image. The middle-aged uncle instantly changed back to Loki's original appearance and screamed from the table.
He jumped away, tripped and fell on his back. He even kicked the table over and the discolored crystal ball smashed into pieces on the ground.
Richard looked at the funny-looking guy on the ground and couldn't help but be surprised: "Loki???"
(Thank you to my book friend Lan Shiyu for letting me get another 100 million points in rewards!)