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Odin shook his head. "No, it has to be postponed, let alone brought forward!"

Odin's blood boiled, and his face turned red. Asgard still couldn't do without him, especially since the seal was about to weaken again, and he had to find time to strengthen Hela's seal.

Frigg sighed inwardly and stopped trying to persuade him, knowing she couldn't change Odin's mind once he had made up his mind.

"How are the preparations for the loan to the Midgards going?" Odin asked after catching his breath.

“Everything is ready, we just need to wait for them to take it away themselves.” Frigg paused here, “Do we really have to lend them so much energy? If we lend it out, maintaining the Rainbow Bridge will be quite strained.”

"And..." Frigg's meaning was clear: she was afraid that the current Midgard was like their former guardian, the Ancient One, who would borrow and not return, or even steal from them if they refused to lend.

Although they were never robbed as allies, they were taken advantage of more than once. Gu Yi was shameless back then, and who knows if this tradition has continued!

"I'll lend it!" Odin said without hesitation, "but I can't just lend it for free!"

"Talk to those two and see if you can send Thor and Loki there for a while. It would be best if you could use them to train those two. They'll never really grow in Asgard!"

As Odin spoke, he crossed out the test he had originally set for Thor in his mind. Putting aside whether Thor could get up at the scheduled time, even if he could, Odin would not be able to accurately drop Thor onto Earth.

The Rainbow Bridge could indeed force its way through the Central Court's apparent defenses and reach Earth, but such a forced breakthrough would be tantamount to declaring war.

"Also! Let's prepare to establish diplomatic relations with the Central Court and exchange the establishment of an embassy. We need to get to know our future allies better."

As Odin spoke, he closed his eyes. The Ancient One had fought for so many years, but she hadn't managed to remove the nominal title of vassal. However, the current situation forced Odin to confront the relationship between Asgard and Midgard.

The Ancient One found a great successor...

Odin sighed inwardly once again. Regardless of what Yang Qiu did, it was true that Midgard's strength doubled every so often, something Odin could see.

But what about Asgard? Now, as long as Odin dies, the significant drop in power isn't the worst thing. As long as there's no internal strife, Odin would be content if he knew this from beyond the grave.

“I understand. I will handle and follow up on these matters. You should get some rest. Asgard can’t do without you right now,” Frigg said, holding Odin’s hands tightly.

During Odin's decline, Frigg could only shoulder the burden of being queen, sharing his burdens and contributing her share to Asgard.

Meanwhile, inside the medical room, Thor and Loki lay on two beds side by side.

Thor stared at the ceiling, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the streetlamp. In all his life, apart from the time he recklessly challenged his father, he hadn't been beaten this badly in a long time.

Especially since he was beaten so badly by a Midgardian he looked down on, the blow to Thor's psyche was enormous; one could practically calculate the area of ​​his psychological trauma.

Loki, on the other hand, fared a little better. He was used to being humiliated, and without a divine weapon like Thor's hammer, Loki's strength wouldn't even rank in the top tier in Asgard.

Unless he has enough time to prepare his spells, he can barely break into the top tier. He can usually bully his brother with some spells, but in the arena, those ruthless Asgardian warriors are much harder to deal with than the silly Thor.

In addition, there was something that Loki cared about more than losing in the arena.

Soaking in the repair fluid, Loki slowly rotated his right hand, a faint chill emanating from his veins, freezing the repair fluid in the area beside him.

I... do I look a bit like those ice giants?

"Loki, what are you thinking about?" Thor asked in a deep voice.

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Loki lowered his hand and tilted his head to one side.

He missed such a good opportunity to overtake on the curve! Thor gave himself a chance! He was useless!

And who knows, he might even be branded as someone who overestimates himself. But it doesn't really matter. Asgard only has two heirs: Thor and him. Being slightly lower in line than Thor or being significantly lower makes no difference.

"Tell me, how come that person is so powerful? Is that street lamp he was carrying some kind of magical artifact? Did Father deliberately send him to give us a warning?"

Thor continued, still feeling a throbbing pain in his head from the thought; it was a real thud.

Loki ignored Thor, but Thor was used to it; his brother was just that introverted.

"By the way, were you also defeated by him? How about we switch opponents next time? I feel like the big guy sitting behind him at the beginning was easier to bully."

Thor refers to Olaf, who is a bit simple-minded. According to the unspoken rules of Asgard, the person at the front of the group is usually the strongest.

Loki sneered. He couldn't be bothered to remind Thor. He was hoping Thor would go find Olaf as soon as he recovered from his injuries, get beaten up again, and then Thor would lose even more face.

Anyway, the successors of Asgard are all competing to be the worst; Loki just needs to be a little bit better than Thor.

Chapter 154 Twelve Talismans

"Olaf, you went to the arena again?"

Jax looked at the bilingual document written in Earth Chinese by Asgard in his hand and asked Olaf, who had just entered the room.

“Yes, I really like it here. Once things settle down, I’m going to build an arena too.” Olaf sat opposite Jax, calculating in his mind how much it would cost to build an arena just like the one he frequented.

No, it can't be on the same level as the arena here; it has to be stronger, at least in terms of building protection.

Otherwise, if he and the other legends went all out, the newly built arena would be completely destroyed, and if he couldn't participate, there would be no point in just watching others fight.

Jax looked up and glanced at Olaf. "You used your ultimate? Who's your opponent today?"

"Ah, it's Thor, who just recovered. He insisted on sparring with me, so I had no choice but to go on stage and practice with him," Olaf explained.

“No…” Jax put down the file, “You’ve sent someone to the hospital again?! If this keeps going on, when are we ever going to get back to the hospital?!”

"No, I controlled my strength quite well this time." Olaf was a little aggrieved, as he had been holding back the whole time. "I only managed to cut off one corner of that Thor's hammer before stopping."

"Damn! They only cut off one corner?!" Jax couldn't sit still any longer. "Do you know how expensive it is to repair a divine artifact? We don't want to have to pay them back everything before we even have a chance to enjoy the loan, and then have to pay them extra!"

"No, no, we have to leave now, we can't stay any longer!"

Jax was a little flustered, but Olaf didn't care much. He had played so many matches and knew the rules: all losses incurred in the arena were borne by the individual, and the opponent was not responsible. Otherwise, who would bother to participate?

However, it's better to go back sooner. These young people in Asgard are not tough and their skills are too rough. It's better to go back and pester those legends who are resting and have a match with them.

I've heard that the Knight King of the Kingdom of John has reached the legendary level. Olaf hasn't fought her yet, so he doesn't know how strong she is.

Moreover, it is said that the legendary Shushan Sword Immortal Li Xiaoyao from the Heavenly Court is also on Earth, and Olaf, a master from the Heavenly Court, has not challenged him much.

It would be so much more fun if we could go to Earth.

Achoo!

On Earth, Li Xiaoyao sneezed loudly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

"I reckon someone's been talking about me, most likely one of your fans," Li Xiaoyao said helplessly.

Zhao Ling'er lowered her head and remained silent. She felt embarrassed. Currently, she has over 10 billion fans across the internet, which, combined with Artoria's fans, is roughly enough to support the population of three Earths.

How to put it? In short, it's outrageously absurd!

On Asgard, Jax's departure request was approved very quickly; the staff on Asgard must be having a headache right now.

The damage caused by Olaf is too great; the medical expenses and repair costs will definitely exceed this year's budget.

They couldn't really make a fuss about it, since Olaf hadn't violated any rules, and they weren't as capricious, fickle, and shameless as some countries.

Jax and Olaf's small cargo shuttle slowly departed Asgard's spaceport.

There were too many concentrated energy blocks on board, making it overweight. To fit all that stuff in, Jax even removed some weapons. Anyway, there were two legends on board, and it was within Asgardian territory, so nothing would happen.

After entering the faster-than-light travel lane, the shuttle began to head rapidly towards the clock tower. Kieran's time-manipulation power acted on the shuttle, shortening the time required for their return. It was estimated that they would be able to return from Asgard to the Oort Cloud within a week.

Meanwhile, on Earth, Yang Qiu was also troubled by something.

Mephisto, that old guy, has started infiltrating again. He never learns from his mistakes and never learns from his mistakes!

I don't know if it was because the death of the Ancient One gave him extra confidence, but less than a year has passed, and his destroyed clones haven't recovered, yet he's already acting like a man again.

No, this can't go on!

Yang Qiu shook his head. He had no interest in playing a game of clapping with Mephisto. He needed to give this guy something to do, otherwise, it wouldn't do for the bored Mephisto to keep thinking about Earth.

As for what kind of trouble to cause, Yang Qiu had actually laid the groundwork once. Originally, if Mephisto hadn't stirred up trouble, he didn't plan to activate his backup plan. Now, he wanted to conserve every bit of resources.

But if Mephisto can't see the situation clearly, it's a bit of a waste, but he still has to use it.

My father rushed back from Hong Kong. He hadn't been back to his shop for over a week, spending all his time at the school working with other teachers to compile teaching materials.

Of course, it's normal for conflicts to arise during the writing process. It's not my dad's fault. He couldn't accept leaving only a small section for a simple introduction to air magic!

Indeed, air magic does not have obvious advantages in terms of destructive power, but it is easy to learn, requires little material, and is highly applicable. These are the most needed advantages in current teaching.

The only magic that can rival the practicality and low cost of everyday life in terms of Dumbledore's modifications and creations at Hogwarts is the modern-day magic he developed.

"Master, you're back." Tru poked his head out to look outside.

Seeing that Tru's attention had shifted, Xiaoyu secretly flipped through the textbook that Jackie Chan had specially written for him, glanced at it, and then quickly filled in three multiple-choice questions on the test paper.

Xiaoyu has memorized the approximate locations of the various items in the book, but she doesn't remember the content itself very well yet.

Under Tru's watchful eye, the old man rushed into the library, then unraveled a bunch of magic circles and took out a plate of talismans from a box.

Each talisman is a hexagonal structure with simple animal patterns engraved on it.

"One, two, three... twelve..."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. All of them were there, which was good. He had a dream yesterday that the sealed demons suddenly appeared, which scared him so much that he rushed back to check on the situation.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

Startled by the sudden commotion, Jackie Chan jumped down from the second floor, knocked on the door, and asked.

The old man put the talisman back in its original place and reactivated the magic circle.

He walked out the door and smacked Jackie Chan on the head.

Jackie Chan covered his head, took a step back, and wondered what he had done now.

"Last night I dreamt that you were careless and someone took the talisman away!" the father said angrily.

"Dad... that was just a dream..." Jackie Chan said, sounding incredibly aggrieved.

*Smack!* Dad smacked him again. "Do you think Dad doesn't know it's a dream? Dad's just giving you a heads-up~"

"One more thing~ Hurry up and finish writing this report for Dad, he's planning to take it to school~"

Tru was startled by his hot-tempered father.

Xiaoyu poked her head out and looked curiously at the library.

Chapter 155 Obadiah-Stan

In a high-end sanatorium in New York City, Stan stretched and kicked his legs, just like some other old men.

"Mr. Stan, it's time for your medication today," the nurse said softly to Obadiah-Stan, carrying a tray with his daily dose of medicine.