Warlock of the Marvel Universe

Early the next morning, Evanson was half lying on the bed, smoking continuously, while Claire was lying on the side wrapped in a quilt, sleeping soundly.

Alas, there are so many things that would take too much time and effort to explain.Fortunately, after many in-depth explanations and exhaustion of energy, he finally succeeded in convincing Claire.

But just when Evanson was in his prime, he suddenly felt his head sinking, as if a big pot suddenly flew up and landed on his head.He scratched his head in confusion and looked around. I thought this might be an illusion so I didn't take it to heart.What's more, what if it's true?If a warlock doesn't take the blame, what's the difference between that and a salted fish without dreams?

"Yeah..." At this time, Claire twisted her body and slowly woke up. The morning sunlight shone on her face, making her beautiful face look like the face of an angel. She showed a lazy smile, He stretched out his lazy jade arm and touched Evanson's face.

Evenson also smiled and leaned forward, kissing Claire gently on the forehead.Then I got out of bed and prepared breakfast.Although Evanson has always followed a no-breakfast policy, and sometimes he actually insists on the saying that eating one meal a day is a saint, but when he is with Claire, he still has to guarantee three meals a day. After all, he is a Physical work.

But it's not bad, the evil scar rift thing is finally over.Although it seems that there are many other emergencies, at least today is fine, a relaxing daily life.Feeling refreshed, Evanson was humming as he walked to the kitchen.

After he walked out, the sound of getting dressed could be heard in the room, and Claire also got up from the bed and started washing up.Not long after, she came out wearing a white sweater, no makeup, her blond hair tied back casually, barefoot, and enjoyed a simple breakfast with Evanson.

Nothing happened today, and the couple had no plans to go out, so after they recovered their strength after breakfast, they naturally had to do some of their favorite things, such as... playing games.

But when it comes to playing games, Evanson has to complain. Playing games is originally for entertainment, but this is just a mind-numbing plot forced by the screenwriter. But players who are also victims are sometimes violent. Also that heavy.

Cyber ​​violence is a malicious behavior that should be condemned at any time, but because it cannot be held accountable, it has to be tolerated.However, it seems that some people are not willing to vent violence only in the virtual world, and are also ready to call over the Internet cable and come to fight in real life.

Evenson has received such messages more than once, asking to meet and make an appointment with him in the real world.Evanson was naturally prepared for such a request that seriously provoked his dignity.So make an appointment with the other party to hang pigeons on an overpass with the best air circulation for two hours, and then call the police.

Tsk, is it better to win and go to jail than to be hospitalized if you lose?And who will pay for the round trip fare? !Besides, I am an Avenger, that is, a person with status. How can people like us be like children, playing games and dating others?

Evanson was convinced of this at first, until he just received a phone call. A rich and powerful man's voice shouted directly on the phone, "The real European Emperor, listen to me! I am the God of Thunder." Thor, if you come to me when I am opening the box, I will fly directly to the basement where you are hiding, beat you up, then cut off your arms and stuff them into your butt!"

"Thor..." Evanson took out his buzzing ears, rubbed his brows and said with a bitter smile, "It's been a long time no see."

The other party revealed his name, and Evanson could tell from his voice that the other party was really that naughty boy Thor who was over [-] years old.Since the last dark elf incident, they had not met or contacted each other, but they did not expect to connect in this way.

"..." There was an obvious silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Thor's hesitant voice came, "Is Evanson really you?" After asking, he muttered in a low voice, "I said this real Ou When the emperor was by my side, I never got any good stuff out of my box, and even the gold coins were half less than others. If you are playing this game, it would be better for me to quit playing."

"Hey, hey, hey... it's so hurtful when you talk like this." Evanson said dissatisfied, "You can't blame me for your misfortune! And Claire is sitting next to me playing games, she opens the box But it has never been dark, and this is obviously your own problem... Huh? Why are you setting up such a big mirror here, Claire?"

As Evanson was talking, he discovered that Claire had actually pushed a large mirror as tall as one person and placed it between the two of them, completely separating them.After hearing Evanson's question, she poked half of her head out from behind the mirror, blinked and said, "Of course this is to reflect certain halos, and don't speak for now, I want to open the box." Son."

Golden legend!

"Perfect." Claire waved her arm and then pushed the mirror aside with satisfaction.

"Haha... did you hear that?" Evanson turned his head stiffly and said to Thor on the phone in a showy tone, "My girlfriend has a golden legend, which is enough to prove that you can't come up with anything good for me. The character next to you has nothing to do with it!”

"You can also open the box..." Claire reminded leisurely from the side.

After hearing this, Evanson's face froze. Although he was already used to the things that came out of the box, he had reached a state of mind where he was not surprised by changes, neither happy with things nor sad with himself.But he was still on the phone with Thor, so he still had to worry about the issue of face.

But at this moment, Evanson suddenly felt two heavy but very soft things, clamping his head and pressing it on his shoulders. Claire's chin rested on the top of Evanson's head, stretched out He took hold of Evanson's hand and said, "I'll lend you some of my European energy and open the box."

After saying that, Claire took Evanson's hand and gently clicked on the mouse.

Purple legend!

"Did you hear that? Thor... I have released the Purple Legend. If you don't believe it, I will send it to you!"

"I heard it...but..." Thor asked a little strangely, "Evanson, your voice sounds like you are crying."

"No. I have a cold recently and my nose is just stuffy."

Evanson reached out to pick away the tears of excitement in the corners of his eyes. "It's you, Thor. Where have you been recently?"

"Australia." Thor replied excitedly, "The natural scenery here is really great, the beer is delicious, and the leisure activities are also very interesting. Yesterday I just beat up a group of kangaroos who knew how to box. Today I am going to a small pond and Let’s have a friendly chat with the crocodiles.”

"And you know what? When I got up this morning, I found a snake lying on my belly. You know I like snakes very much, so I played with it for a long time, just..." Thor's voice suddenly changed when he said this He became low and said, "It was this snake that failed to transform that suddenly scared me..."

"Forget it." Thor took a deep breath and asked, "Are you interested in coming to Australia to see me? I'm making a delicious dish recently. If you come, I can treat you to it."

"Food?" Evanson became interested. "I never knew you were a gourmet. What kind of food?"

"Sun-roasted chicken." Thor said in a show-off manner, "You just put the slaughtered and cleaned roast chicken on a plate, and then expose it to the sun. It will be ready to eat in about three days."

"Um...uh..." After hearing this, Evanson and Claire's expressions became very weird at the same time. This is a complete waste of food.

"You know? I also made a small nest for my little hammer. Really, life here is so good, I think it will be pretty good to settle here in the future. Although you can't win a house through duel here, but It can be bought and sold, and the most unexpected thing is that Asgardian coins are also universal here."

Nonsense, you are using metal currency!Evanson curled his lips and then asked, "But after listening to you say so much, why didn't you mention Jane? Isn't he with you?"

"It's a brief job." Thor replied almost as a matter of course, "She is currently working on an intense work, and it seems she will win the Bell Prize after she completes it."

"However, my relationship with her is still very close, and our contact is very frequent. I call her once every two months...probably."

Two months?Probably?Do you Immortals have any misunderstandings about frequent contact? "She never took the initiative to call you?"

"Of course." Thor said confidently. "In the beginning, she called me twice a day."

"Then what?" Evanson asked.

"It's nothing, I think she will call me anyway, so I don't have to take the initiative to call her." Thor said cheerfully, "And didn't she say that work is very important and stressful? I also called her very considerately. She said that work is important and don’t waste time calling me in the future. She has stopped calling me at all recently. I think she took my advice.”

My brain?Is there such an operation? !Evanson didn't know what to say at all, so he could only say dryly, "I admire him." Claire shook her head after listening to it. This Takuma is a lightning straight man, and he is single purely based on his strength.

"You Thor..." Evanson picked at his scalp and said, "Habbs has been away recently, how about I leave some of his rations and prepare them for you in advance?"

"That's good." Thor immediately became interested, "But what is that ration?"

"Don't worry about what it is." Evanson shook his head and said, "You'll need it soon anyway."

"Then keep it for me. I also have a big appetite, so remember to prepare more."

Alas, no matter how passionate and romantic the feelings are, they are no match for this kind of magical operation.Even if he persists until death, he will be defeated by a straight man of steel.

Evanson hung up the phone and continued to enjoy this pleasant leisure time with Claire.

However, they are relaxed and comfortable here, but some people are very busy.For example, Moira, this time Claire went to S.H.I.E.L.D. to make extra money. Although it was a complete scam to come back to divine reasoning, it was not completely without gain. For example, she collected some people who had been dismissed by S.H.I.E.L.D. List.

Moira felt the need to recruit these people into the Black Chapter.Unfortunately, after a cursory look, she discovered that among so many candidates, only one looked human-like, a 19-year-old female college student named Sato Noriko with a Yakuza background.

This female college student has all the abilities and other qualifications, but her family background is not very clean, and she is unwilling to join SHIELD, so she was rejected.

However, the Black Chapter Department generally does not pay attention to these, they are just the extreme. Moira compared it, which background in the Black Chapter Department is not dirtier than hers?

As for her unwillingness to join an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., whoever gets the job is responsible for how to recruit them. It is definitely not possible to send agents representing the government to fight with open fire, but snakes have snake ways, and Sato Noriko has a Yakuza background, so the Hand will If more people come forward, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

In a house somewhere, this building occupies a large area and has been completely transformed into a Japanese style.There is a well in the courtyard, which is filled with green bamboos and moss-covered stone paths, showing a simple beauty.

In the main hall of the house, the two doors are wide open, and you can see a woman wearing a red kimono kneeling on the tatami. Her long black hair is tied behind her head with a hairpin. This woman has a typical oriental face and facial features. It looks particularly delicate, except that it has its eyes closed at the moment, as if it is meditating.

But this is obviously not a gentle Yamato Nadeshiko. The neckline of her kimono is open, and the flower and crane tattoos on her shoulders can be seen.She is Noriko Sato.

It may be inappropriate to call her this, because the name Sato Noriko was just made up by her.

"Miss, Mr. Murakami is here." At this time, a busy old man with white hair knelt down outside the room and announced softly.

"Oh? The royal nobleman is here? Please come!" Sato Noriko suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at the huge portrait hanging in front of Paradise Town. It was a fifty-year-old man wearing armor from the Warring States Period and wearing a big tengu mask, holding a eight flags. The battle flag of the Great Bodhisattva bears eight characters: There is glory in death, but no disgrace in life.

The housekeeper led a middle-aged man in a white suit with gray hair. He should be Mr. Murakami. Noriko Sato immediately stood up and walked over, but she was not walking in small steps with her hands folded in front of her belly and her thighs not moving. Law.

Instead, with his head held high and his hands swinging, he came to Murakami. A rather heroic soldier sat down and said in a sonorous and powerful tone.

"Ashina Aizu Mamoru Noriko, pay homage to the Uesugi clan!"