Marvel's I am MT

"So, do you know what you want?"

When Barton woke up from a period of chaos, he found that he was still standing side by side with Odin in front of the giant statue of Baldr, as if the countless battles were just in a moment, and as if this conversation lasted for decades. net

But he didn't understand why his beard was really so long.

"I think I found it."

"That would be great." Odin turned and walked outside the Palace of Light.

"Wait a moment, God King, I have something else to tell you."

"I allow you to use my name to do your work, and there are six liters of blood in the vase behind you!"

"No, that's not what I want to say!"

"Every second in Valhalla is real. I can't control time. You have been here for fifteen years. You can leave!"

Ten...fifteen years! Yang Guo and I are only one year apart...

When Barton walked out of the fairy palace and stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge again, he suddenly felt like a prisoner had just been released. He couldn't tell what he thought about Odin now. Anyway, it was very different from before. But the Rainbow Bridge beneath my feet looks like a huge weapon.

"Clint Wen?"

"Hi Heimdall."

"It's really you! Your beard..."

"I know, thank you."

"Then, return to Midgard?"

"I want to go to Alfheim first. 35xs"

Alfheim has changed.

As soon as Barton set foot on this land, he felt the oppression that enveloped it. The originally happy light elves were singing everywhere, but now they have become too quiet.

They cut down the sacred trees made by Barton and built tall buildings and huge cities, making everything smoky. Every light elf is busy and timid, and patrolling soldiers can be seen everywhere.

No one recognized Barton, the bearded stranger, or no one had the intention to take a closer look at who he was. They just work hard to avoid missing work.

Barton arrived in front of the new grand palace, but was blocked by guards from a distance. All of these guards had unfamiliar faces, and Barton couldn't find any of them he knew personally.

"Go away, you beggar, peeking into the palace is a serious crime." the guard shouted.

Barton said calmly: "I am not a beggar, I am a friend of the king, and I am here to see him."

"Ha! This guy is really crazy."

"Wait, what if it's true? We might as well report it."

"Are you crazy too? How could the noble Queen Ziya have such a friend? If informed, we will be whipped."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Teach him a lesson, and he will naturally remember who he is. 35xs"

Just as the two guards were about to beat Barton, a voice came from the palace gate: "Wait."

A man in black robe walked out. There was no sound in his footsteps, and he looked so evil and strange. When he came to him, the guarding soldiers saluted quickly.

"Master Bishop Urus, there is a madman here who claims to be a friend of the queen."

"He is not crazy. I think the queen really wants to see him." Bishop Urus said: "Come with me, stranger."

Barton followed him without saying a word. He didn't want to say anything now, everything in front of him had been explained clearly enough. Sija ascended the throne and caused such a mess in Alfheim that Adams must have lost his mind.

I don’t know what religion this Urus belongs to, but he is definitely not a light elf, and his aura is definitely not light magic. The dark stench coming out of his bones was disgusting. How could Qian Ya use such a person?

When Qiya heard the news, she threw away the Elf King's scepter, threw off her bulky robe, and ran out barefoot. Although Barton's image changed a bit, she still recognized him at a glance and hugged him at once.

"Clint, you are finally back." Zia cried, and her tears wet a large area of ​​Barton's clothes.

But Barton is like a piece of wood, he can see and smell it, and Qia also has that smell on her body, which is the smell of black magic.

Qianya cried for a while before she stopped, "Look at me, I'm just looking after myself. Where have you been for so long? You must have suffered a lot by the look of you. Come with me, I'll help you trim your hair and Beard."

Qian Ya dismissed all the attendants and patiently shaved Barton's face in a quiet room. Barton sat in front of the mirror, watching himself reveal his original appearance bit by bit, but he couldn't find the Siya from before.

Although Qian Ya looked very excited, her hands were too steady. Every cut and cut were skillful and precise, as steady as a long-time killer. So her excitement was simply fake, and her acting was very realistic.

Barton didn't know how she could become like this, so he asked: "Where is King Adams? I didn't sense his breath."

"Father has passed away a long time ago. Because he missed his mother too much, he returned to the light a few months after you left."

"Niya never came back?"

"No, I never got any news from my sister."

"Really? What about your other sister? Where is Mia?"

Qiya stopped holding the scissors in her hand, her eyes were a little cold, and the atmosphere became heavy. "Mia betrayed Alfheim, and I exiled her to the universe."

"So that's it." Barton nodded: "So...who is that bishop? He uses black magic."

Xiya slammed the scissors on the table and said loudly: "I don't allow you to slander Bishop Urus. He was invited by me and has made great contributions to guarding my kingdom."

Barton turned his face sideways, touched his smooth chin, and then stood up. Staring at Qiya, he said: "I understand, Queen, it seems I should go."

Siya fell. The death of King Adams is highly suspicious, Mia's exile is strange, and it is even more ridiculous that the dark magician occupies a high position in the palace of the light elves. In just ten years, could a beautiful and kind-hearted person become so terrifying?

"Stop!" When Barton was about to walk out of the door, Siya shouted loudly: "In the name of the King of Light Elves, I order you to stay. You... you can become my royal husband, and we will rule Alf together. Heim."

Barton smiled: "I refuse."

"Why! Why can't I get your love! That stupid woman Niya is no better than me! I have everything she can give you, and I have what she can't give you..."

Barton didn't want to listen to her hysterical nonsense. Previously it was just a courtesy to announce entry, but now it is apparently no longer necessary. He disappeared directly on the spot, far away from this dirty and dark place.

The religious sects in the palace are all minor players, and it doesn't take much effort to deal with them. But Xiya is the legal heir of the light elves after all. Everything here is ultimately the light elves' housework. It's up to you how to handle it.

Besides... After all, Barton and Niya are not married yet, and he is just an outsider. Niya is not here, and it is inconvenient for him to handle it without authorization. More than ten years have passed, and Siya seems to be a completely different person. What about Niya?

Barton was a little worried.