Lord of the Holy Light of Pirates

Recalling the experience of getting to know Roy, Sol was deeply moved.

The other party not only gave him the last piece of pie, but also led him to eat the feast through various means. Not only that, Roy's behavior style was very similar to that of his younger brother, plus the phrase "I It's Loki, the God of Trickery." Under various circumstances, Thor felt grateful.

Seeing Sol who was in an inexplicable emotion, Roy smiled gently and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just remembered the unfortunate experiences I've had these past few days. If it weren't for you, I might have to live like those homeless people, relying on charity from others. So, thank you." After saying that, Sol drank again. A sip of wine.

Roy spread his hands and smiled, "Don't think that just because you said this, I will give you a little more and we will be disbanded. If you really thank me, leave a little more for me."

"What do you mean by breaking up?" Sol showed a hint of doubt.

"We've finished this job. The money is enough for us to be happy for a while. Naturally, we should break up and do our own things. I see that your appearance and conversation are not ordinary people. Now that you have this travel expenses, you'd better go home quickly. ." Roy waved his hand, looking like he was driving away.

When Thor heard the word "home", his face was stunned, and then his mind flashed to the glorious divine realm, the Asgard that countless people yearned for, and his father's hatred of iron when he was demoted to the mortal world. He looked into his eyes and finally smiled helplessly: "I can't go back now, at least now I can't go back, so you can take me with you."

"I'm taking you seriously." Roy laughed, "Brother, you should be able to see that I'm not a good person."

Faced with Roy's words, Saul didn't take it seriously: "So what about the good guys, what about the bad guys? There are so many two-legged villains in the world, it doesn't matter if I have one more."

This was the first time Thor met such a person. Although he tried every means to make money, he treated himself like a friend and was very sincere. As the son of Odin, Thor had not had such a friend for a long time. a feeling of.

Roy smiled. I'm afraid Thor would never have thought in his life that the reason why he ended up in this situation was entirely due to the man in front of him.

If Roy hadn't let Jane Foster take away the hammer first and stagger the meeting between the two, Sol would not have lived such a hard life, and even picked up a beautiful girlfriend. Now her girlfriend He picked up his hammer and said thank you to the culprit

Roy felt that he was being too cruel to the God of Thunder.

"Okay, young man, you are very enlightened and can still say such things. I just say this to you, and I will protect you from now on," Roy said with a loud laugh.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet" Sol asked as he picked up another chicken drumstick and sucked the remaining grease on his hand.

"What's my name?" Roy smiled: "Call me the magic stick."

"Oh my God, this is the first time I heard someone talk about me like that." Thor smiled softly, feeling more and more interesting about the young man in front of him.

"After all, I'm a stickman. Recently, a guy called me that. I really like it." Roy shrugged, "What about you? What's your name?"

Although Thor was stupid, he also knew that what this magician asked was not his real name. He thought for a moment and said, "I told you that I am the God of Thunder and Lightning. If you don't believe it, just call me Lightning."

"The God of Thunder and the Magic Stick, this combination is quite strange."

"The name of the combination of God of Thunder and God of Lightning is also weird." Thor touched his chin, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he suddenly smiled and clapped his hands, "Why don't we call them, God of Lightning and God's Stick Combination"

"Pfft" Roy burst out laughing when he heard Thor's name for a god.

"Why are you dissatisfied?" Sol's expression froze and he stretched his strong muscles.

"Hey, why don't we call them a father-son team? Think of it like I've adopted a son." Roy said with a mean smile on his face.

“fuck I’m your grandpa”

Amid the laughter and laughter of the two, the Lightning Magic Stick Combination was officially established.

Poor Saul, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, he thought he had found a friend with whom he could have a close relationship.

But he never imagined that all of this was under the control of the other party.

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The bustling street was busy with traffic, and on the other side of the street was a lively market. Sol, who was wearing a high-end brand, was sitting on the floor carving melon seeds. In front of him, there were a few dice and a simple black cup, and he was talking loudly. Shouting the slogans given to him by Roy.

"After placing a bet, no one is allowed to go back on it. It all depends on luck."

Yes, Saul is setting up a gambling booth.

Moreover, it was the Chinese way of playing that Roy taught him. This way of playing allowed several people to participate at the same time and allowed gambling to reach a very high level, so in the blink of an eye, many residents came to watch.

"I'm afraid this person is not a fool. He sets up a street stall in broad daylight and is not afraid of getting into trouble."

"You don't even look at what other people are wearing. Is that something you can afford? That outfit is more expensive than your car. Is this a fool who doesn't know what he is wearing? I'm afraid he hasn't prepared it long ago."

"We won, buddy, give me some money." A young man wearing a hat showed a big smile.

Sol didn't care at all, and generously took out a few bills from the pile and handed them to him.

The people around him were sighing, and their words were full of envy. They had been watching here for several rounds. In these rounds, the young man chose "small" every time, while Roy always came up with "big". , after a few rounds, the young man had already made a lot of money in his trouser pocket, which made onlookers extremely envious.

"Come on, come on, the last round, this time I bet it all." Sol proudly pushed the stack of banknotes forward, shook the cup at the same time, and finally dropped it heavily.

"I won't bet on the small one this time." The young man in the hat took the brunt and bet the stack of banknotes on the "big" one.

And with his taking the lead and the attraction of the two thick stacks of banknotes, at this time, one after another people couldn't hold it back, first one or two, then three or four. With these people at first, people around The onlookers also crowded forward and signed up one after another.

And those people who followed the trend also placed their bills one after another on the word "small" in front of Sol. They were not fools. Just by looking at the young man who was trying to be small but winning, he knew that he was the same as Tan. There was some connection between the stall owners, and coupled with the stall owner's last big gamble, they were even more certain that there must be something behind them.

Nowadays, young people bet on "big" unlike in the past. This is definitely a lure, and they want a group of people around them to follow the bet on "big". Finally, a "small" is drawn, and the young man is the trustee. Even if he loses, he will not lose anything.

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