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"Familiar... is he here to fulfill his promise?"

"hope so."

"……hope so."

Then he closed his eyes again.

At this moment, Thor is still struggling with his girlfriend on Earth. If Tony Stark knew about this, he would probably be very angry.

He went around and around in that terrifying passage twice just to find him.

In the deserted warehouse, unreasonable energy erupted and fluctuated violently. The patrolling artificial intelligence detected it immediately. Without thinking, they dropped any actions they might be carrying out and gave priority to solving this problem defined as priority one.

The young couple who hadn't seen each other for a long time should have been sweet, but Jane was full of dissatisfaction.

The terrible sudden incident and the other party's long-term disappearance and loss of contact made her uncontrollable anger and a vague sense of unease.

After all, she is just an ordinary girl on Earth, and the other party is the prince of Asgard, who will inherit the throne of Asgard in the future. Perhaps she will only become a passer-by in the other party's life, or the other party has forgotten her.

So after meeting, she slapped the other person hard without hesitation, then raised her hands, trembling and at a loss.

She didn't think she could hit the other person, but after this slap, she had already thought of the worst possible outcome, whether it was verbal abuse or ending the relationship. If there was really no result, please don't give her any more hope.

But no, the other party just gave her a deep hug and repeatedly said sorry.

Then the next moment he let go of his hands and looked around expressionlessly.

"Have you seen enough of that circle over there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, those ordinary-looking machines instantly split and multiplied into human-shaped fluid armor, and the screen on their faces showed a very human expression of disappointment.

After all, they are artificial intelligence, not man-made AI. It’s okay for them to have their own interests and hobbies, right?

However, the reason why they were so leisurely was because they had already recognized that the person in front of them was Thor, who also had level one authority. So before Tony Stark returned, they had no way of disposing of the other party.

But the lady next to her is different. Although she is on record, she only has level two authority, and the energy in her body has exceeded the special level indicators, which means that she needs to be investigated and supervised.

"Okay, so can the lady come with us?"

"what?"

"No! Jane and I will go to Asgard for an examination."

307 Chat Group Restrictions New Tasks

Tony Stark and his men arrived not too late, at least they arrived in time before the dispute was about to escalate into a war.

The artificial intelligence immediately retreated respectfully when it saw Tony Stark. They had reported all the events in detail to Tony Stark's private network, and Jarvis had condensed them and sent them to the other party in multiples, so Tony Stark also roughly knew what had happened.

"Tony, it's great to meet you my friend, so can you please make these strange creatures leave?"

Although the battles in the God's Residence had smoothed his edges, after all, no matter how proud and complacent a person was, he would have restrained himself after being beaten up like that. But after all, he was the God of Thunder, and being mysterious, he naturally had the arrogance of a god.

Thinking about it this way, none of the three people present were easy to get along with. Only Stephen Strange, who had suffered many setbacks in his life, would be more restrained.

"That's no problem," Tony Stark agreed readily, but the next moment his tone shifted to a less relaxed tone, even taking on a hint of authority. "But you can't leave, at least not now."

"I think you should explain clearly what happened to the violent energy fluctuation just now? Don't tell me you don't know."

"You!" Thor was about to get angry, but Jane held him back. He snorted and barely controlled his temper. "I don't know!"

The self-righteous attitude when he said these four words made Tony Stark almost want to take action. He was already very angry with Stephen Strange, and he had been holding back his anger but had never had the chance to take action. However, he also knew that the other party's self-righteous attitude probably meant that he really knew nothing. He didn't believe that the big fool could learn how to scheme in such a short time.

Because he still hasn't figured it out, it's even more impossible for the other party, this reckless man, to figure it out.

"Stop." Seeing the atmosphere between the two sides escalating to a point of flaring up, Stephen Strange directly stepped between them, attempting to mediate. "Whatever the case, I think we should first approach Odin about this matter."

As soon as these words came out, Thor's eyes immediately became complacent and he shouted, "I told you so." In contrast, Tony Stark's face immediately became ugly.

"why?"

"Because Odin knows very well that instead of wasting time here, it's better to ask directly. It will always save us some money."

"A waste of time?" Tony Stark sneered. "It's not a waste of time. Give me some time and I can figure it out myself."

"But at least you didn't ask how fast the other party came, right?" Stephen Strange asked back.

Tony Stark clicked his tongue impatiently and stared at the other person for a while. Seeing that the other person still hadn't changed his mind, he stopped refutating. After all, what the other person said was indeed right. Experiments require a lot of data support, and no matter how fast the speed is, there will be some waste.

"Then wait a moment."

Tony Stark opened the task panel and was about to call for help. It wasn't that he thought it was that difficult. He was confident that he could handle it alone. But task points were such a valuable thing, no one would complain about having too little, right?

"I'll call someone."

As soon as they heard someone calling for help, their gazes shifted simultaneously.

"Is it the mentor/ghost?" they asked in unison.

Tony Stark was too lazy to pay attention to them and decisively issued the task.

[Ordinary wealthy people use the weekly emergency privilege: There is a mission, hurry up. (Perfectly solve this crisis from Asgard)

Mission Reward: 15000

Limit number of people: (0/3)

Do you want to accept it?】

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Wait, what's that limit on the number of people?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: It's obvious that you limit the people who can appear in each mission. This problem... makes me doubt your IQ.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Are you talking nonsense? Of course I know that, I'm just expressing my surprise and incomprehension.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: I was just expressing my surprise.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Okay, stop arguing, when the ghost comes out, both of you will be silenced.

[God of the Void] Ghost:?

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich People: Silence? What happened while I was gone? ??? Wow, did I miss a lot of information?

[God of the Void] Ghost: I have obtained the authority, I can designate group members to ban speech, so please don’t quarrel.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Okay, let’s get down to business. Who wants to sign up for this mission?

【God of the Void】Ghost: I

If you want to go, then just volunteer without any hesitation. This is indeed the style of ghosts.

Little Red Riding Hood: Can I go with you?

Today's Abnormality went haywire again: "Can you take me with you? I'm still learning how to manage the company." Even though my position isn't dangerous, and arguably the safest in the entire company, my intuition tells me that earning more points and strengthening myself is urgent.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Then I won’t go. I won’t compete with the newcomers for the spot.

[Chess Player] The nameless person who was nailed in the coffin: I think it’s okay to let the ghost lead two newcomers alone, and the difficulty of this mission should be quite high at 15000 points. If it is limited to three people, I don’t think it will be easy to solve if the ghost doesn’t go.

With everyone's opinions reached a consensus, the final list of members was just released.

The ghost was the first to arrive, purple flames rising and then fading.

The second person to arrive was a newcomer. He said his name was X, or you could call him supervisor.

The third one simply said that you can call her Little Red Riding Hood and didn't say anything else.

"It's a woman, huh? Now that I think about it, the gender balance in the chat group seems a bit off... No, there aren't many humans in the chat group, so what's the point of talking about gender?"

As soon as the ghost landed, Tony Stark seemed to have thought of something and arranged a private chat with it.

Iron Man: Your apprentice, yes, that tall ghost, you should remember him, right? He felt that the last mission was too easy, and he wanted to increase the difficulty and conduct more demanding training and skills.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I understand.

After reading the news, it nimbly avoided the apprentice's familiar hug, touched its chin and began to think.

However, the last challenge was indeed quite basic and not very difficult. Perhaps this time we can consider asking the opponent to paint all the statues golden. In this way, it should meet the challenge that the opponent mentioned, right?

The sun is shining brightly now.

The tavern, which was always overrun with insects, also lost some of its vitality under the scorching sun.

However, the aroma of the rough and inferior wine did add a lot of color to it.

The wind sign hanging at the door clanged, and the profiteer who had been looking dispirited immediately looked up.

There were two tall insects, one wearing a black cloak and carrying a pure white bone nail on his back, which looked very heavy. If it hit him hard, his head would definitely crack. The one carrying such a heavy weapon on his back was obviously a master in the martial arts world. After all, it was extremely difficult for ordinary insects to even swing such a heavy weapon.

The other one was not bad either. It had a slender, flaming scarlet sword specially made by some skilled craftsman, and a scarlet cloak that looked very valuable. Sly remembered that he had seen this look and dress before, and it seemed to be from a well-known sect.

A big sect, a well-known and famous sect.

Sly seemed to see Geo waving at him.

For some reason, this summer is exceptionally hot. Every customer who is willing to hang out outside is a godsend.

The extremely hot weather made it difficult for the profiteer to move even a step outside, but the shining Geo seemed to be calling him in his heart.

So he finally chose to compromise and just stood on the chair behind the stage and asked the bug.

"Sir, would you like some wine?"

The worm, wearing a cloak and carrying a broad-bladed bone nail, nodded.

He walked straight over and skillfully poured himself a pot of wine, put down a lot of jingling Geo, and walked back to his seat.

Sly, who was about to explain the price, saw the insect's skillful movements, then glanced at its long horns. As if he suddenly realized something, he picked up the Geos one by one without even counting them and threw them directly into the drawer, muttering to himself.

"I've grown up so big without realizing it."

The ghost took the wine, sat back in his seat politely, and filled his own glass. The other bug that came with him was not polite either. He pushed the glass in front of him forward a little and took a full glass.

After drinking a glass of cold wine, I felt a little more comfortable, and it seemed that the burning sensation was also lessened.

Perhaps it was because of the glass of wine that I inexplicably gained a bit of courage.

Green looked at the people.

It is clear that the coquettishness in childhood has completely blurred the boundaries of intimacy, but when we really become adults, we become a little restrained again.

He unconsciously scraped his fingertips against the wooden tabletop and asked slowly in a slightly hoarse voice, "Godfather, do you really want to go back? I don't think this is a good idea."

The ghost took another glass of wine and drank it without saying a word until the wine in the pot was empty, without saying a word.

The scorching air in the air seemed to become even hotter with this strange silence.

"You have inherited yours, and I must fulfill mine."

The ghost speaks with an innate calmness, and no emotion can be heard. It seems that he is stating a fact in a rigid manner. Therefore, he is not very flexible and cannot understand the logic behind the emotions. He only does what he should do.

"Even though they once abandoned you?"

"That's their choice, not mine."

"...This shouldn't be the case. Godfather, you can definitely refuse them. You will always be a member of the Grimm Troupe."

Even though Green tried his best to keep his tone calm, the crackling cup in his hand showed his anger to the fullest.

But the ghost just shook his head. Green hung his head in frustration. In all this time, he had never been able to convince the other party, not even once. All the other party's compromises were just a sign of indifference.

Perhaps because the frustrated expression touched the ghost's memory, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and his not-so-broad palm pressed tightly against the other's face, stroking it rhythmically. The originally anxious Green also cooperated and calmed down, greedily absorbing this bit of warmth.

This was just a meaningless little trick that would only work on ghosts. Sadly, he only dared to use these little tricks. What was worse was that he knew that the other party had never belonged to the troupe. He was just wishful thinking that he wanted to extend the time a little longer.

"...No matter what? Godfather, the door of the troupe is always open to you."

He looked at the ghost again unwillingly, then looked up at this already somewhat decadent country.

Wasn't the reason they were so anxious to recall those discarded substandard vessels because of the barbarian invasion? Knighthood was an honor... well, that was more than it sounded, but wasn't it just to put all the vessels at the forefront, to be sacrificed?

They are trained rigorously when they are born, and those that fail to meet the requirements are discarded. Now they are picked up again when they are needed. It is not that easy.

He looked at the country, as if he had already seen the moment when it would fall, with the new flames burning fiercely on the rotten corpse.

The theater is indeed just a sect in the world of martial arts, but who can say for sure whether kings, princes, generals and ministers are of different species?

The sky above seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. The heat wave swept across every inch of land here, making it difficult to even breathe.

Green left, and the empty pot of wine was still on the table, alone, and it was also burned hot by the scorching sun. If there was still wine in it, it would probably be boiling hot.

But it was empty inside, there was nothing left.