Marvel’s Superman

"Loki!"

Sol was touched by the sharp dagger against his neck.

As expected of his brother...sister, he cares about himself so much.

It's just that Loki's next sentence shattered the beauty before he was moved for long.

"Shut up, you impostor! You'll have no problem with that idiot Thor! But it's troublesome for Odin!"

Loki's voice was cold, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"So, no matter what you do to Thor, remember to find a knowledgeable magician and block Heimdall's sight! Also, stay away from me and don't involve me!"

Is this the legendary brother and sister relationship?

Give my inspiration back!

Sol couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't expect Loki in any universe to be so... real.

"My stupid brother...sister, Heimdall won't look at me, the real Thor should still be in Asgard."

He sorted out his mood and took a step back.

The right hand sticks out like lightning, pinches Loki's white wrist, twists it outwards, and grabs the enchanted dagger with his bare hands.

"Remember, the next time you control your opponent, keep your eyes on him so you can judge his next move."

When the dagger was taken away, Loki did not panic, but raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

This was what she had said before when she was training with Sol.

"Hey, what about this trick?"

Loki's face did not change, and one long leg was lifted up.

Snapped!

Chicken and egg beat!

It hurts!

Watching the lively bar guests, all men can't help but take a deep breath.

Too cruel, this kick!

It hurts to look at!

Sol's face twisted, his legs clamped, as if he had suffered an unprecedented blow.

The bastard hadn't used this trick when he'd played against Loki before.

"Hey, I said two."

Seeing that the scene became more and more chaotic and the riot continued to expand, the old bartender had to come forward to stop it.

"If you want to solve the trouble, go out first. No door bar never welcomes troublemakers."

There was a hint of impatience on Loki's face, and he said softly, "What about the news I want? I've waited for half an hour and haven't sorted it out yet?"

"Ma'am, the information you want is extraordinary. I have to verify it through multiple channels before I can sell it to you."

The old bartender smiled and replied.

"The reputation of Wumen Bar has always been guaranteed. The old man is not deceived, and the goods are genuine. This is the criterion for my business."

When Loki heard the words, he didn't say more, and sat back on the high chair at the bar, shaking his wine glass boredly.

She came to the Doorless Bar, and she bought intelligence information with the same idea as Luke.

This is Monarch's territory, and being too presumptuous will cause unnecessary trouble.

Although he is now a good-natured old bartender, he was famous in the magic world back then, nicknamed "Prince of Magic."

Being able to be named "Prince" shows its greatness.

This is like if ordinary people call themselves "Supreme Mage", I am afraid that they will be beaten by a sack before they go far.

If you don't have enough strength, how can you have a loud nickname and title.

Speaking of Monarch, his father was a British missionary who took his family to India, only to be attacked by a group of primitive natives.

Parents are sacrificed to a certain evil god as food.

Monarch, who was still a baby, survived due to insufficient weight.

The chief of the tribe is a voodoo sorcerer who also knows black magic.

He discovered Monarch's talent, changed his mind, and decided to cultivate it seriously.

The story that happened later is similar to the cliché eight o'clock dog blood drama.

Monarch learned the truth, and on the other side was the murdered parents, born with deep hatred;

On one side is the tribe that grew up with the kindness of raising and inner fetters.

Complicated emotions intertwined, so he didn't know how to choose.

As a result, the young Monarch fled his hometown and began a long traveling career.

There are several famous things about him.

The first is during World War II, destroying the evil sorcerers of the Axis powers and gaining a great reputation.

Second, Monarch loves raising rabbits and treats them like treasures.

For him, rabbits are part of life.

There is a gossip that the key reason why Monarch hated the evil sorcerers of the Axis at that time was that a bastard ate his rabbit.

Since then, a blood feud has been formed, causing a catastrophe.

So, Monarch's rabbits are equivalent to John Wick's dogs.

Anyone who moved would definitely die miserably.

"Loki, despite your indifference, I'm still very happy! To see you again!"

Sol clutched his crotch in an extremely indecent posture and stood up with difficulty.

He supported the bar with one hand and forced a smile on his twisted face.

Loki's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Could this stupid looking guy really be her brother?

No no no no!

When did Thor go blind?

And cut your hair short?

It looks like I've gotten fatter!

"Are you really Sol? Then I ask you, when we were eight years old, we had a fight, why?"

Loki stared at Thor with a scrutiny look.

"You turned a frog into a cake made by your mother and put it on Sif's dinner plate and made her cry. So, I taught you a hard lesson."

Sol replied without hesitation.

"Then let me ask you again, the most shameful thing in Sol's life, no one else knows this secret."

The corners of Loki's mouth twitched and his eyes rolled, as if remembering some interesting memory.

"Uh, can you change the question?"

Sol was a little embarrassed.

"no."

Loki's attitude was firm.

"I, through... Valkyrie's armor, secretly alone."

Sol hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice.

As a child he admired one of Odin's most powerful legions, the Valkyrie.

Those valiant female warriors once made Saul look forward to it very much.

Wearing women's clothes is naturally an unspeakable past to the Prince of Asgard, who thinks he is brave and fearless.

"You really are Thor!"

Now it was Loki's turn to be surprised.

She didn't expect that the guy standing in front of her was not a fake.

"But... how did you become like this?"

Loki showed his emotions, and subconsciously reached out and touched Sol's injured right eye, then quickly retracted it.

"Odin, that old bastard, he can't let you fall like this!"

Sol curled his lips and said calmly: "It's a long story, our sister... wants to be a king, and then we fought for 'who is the most suitable person'."

Loki's eyes widened, his thin lips pursed, and he said angrily, "Odin is carrying his mother...has an illegitimate daughter?"

Obviously, her way of thinking is outrageous.

"That's too complicated, I can't tell for a while."

Sol diverted the topic, and he saw Loki in front of him alive - although his gender had changed, he was still very happy.

"Then why are you... fat?"

Loki looked down, stretched out a finger, and poked Thor's slightly protruding belly.

"Ahem, let's talk about something else - like, why are you here?"

Sol diverted the topic again, he didn't want to talk about his body too much.

It is normal to eat and drink every day, and to grow some meat.

"You have studied magic with your mother, and you are an excellent illusion master. You can participate in the supreme mage battle. Is this allowed by your father?"

From the conversation between Loki and the old bartender Monarch, Thor probably guessed what the former was going to do.

Because of the Supreme Mage's battle for hegemony, Wumen Bar's business was booming during this period, and there was an endless stream of customers buying information.

Loki, probably no exception.

"Humph! Don't worry about it! When the old bastard Odin reprimanded me, why didn't he see you stand up, and now he cares about me instead, hypocritical!"

As soon as Odin was mentioned, Loki immediately became angry.

The originally calm complexion instantly turned cold.

"She ran away from home. This message is free, if you want to know why, you can buy a reliable message from me."

Monarch, the old bartender who was wiping the bar table, spoke out, causing Loki to give him a vicious look.

"Don't meddle in your own business, Monarch! You can't get involved in Asgard's affairs!"

The... princess of Asgard, threatened.

"Well, when I didn't say it."

Monarch raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I just want to do more business, nothing else."

"Are you running away from home?"

Knowing this, Thor grabbed Loki's wrist.

What happened to Asgard to make Loki leave Asgard and come to Atrium World?

"It's none of your business! When I become a Supreme Mage, I can... Anyway, I have my own plan!"

Loki shook off his brother, and there was no good face.

Just as the siblings were at a standoff, Luke lined up two and stood in the middle.

"The answer to any question is always the length of time."

He casually said something to ease the atmosphere, and winked at Sol by the way.

"You'd better talk about it first."

Sol then remembered the original purpose, coughed twice, and said softly: "Loki, that... can you lend me some money?"