"The inventor is a genius——"

"How do you say this?!" Just ask if you don't understand. Roger has always been a good scholar who loves to learn.

"Kama Taj, time and space magic. The runes on your photo are obviously time and space magic engraved on a magic prop."

The old Loki pointed at one of them, "The difference is that with time and space spells, you must spend a certain amount of mana to cast the spell. The farther the distance, the greater the cost and the greater the effort. And this -"

"Energy is obviously extracted from other dimensions as the energy source for this magic prop. If my guess is correct, it should be a magic prop like a space-time gate. It's in your hand, right."

"No, absolutely not. This is just a photo I stole from Lao Wang's house next door. It has nothing to do with the space-time gate." Roger shook his head, unable to admit it even to death.

He couldn't even take out the magic mirror, because he couldn't defeat the bad old man in front of him, the ten thousand-year-old wizard Loki. Even if Thanos came, he might not be able to defeat him.

"All foreign objects are stumbling blocks that hinder the mage."

Then old Loki waved his hand, and a blue space-time gate appeared in front of him.

Roger: "............"

"Ahem, forgive me for my lack of knowledge. Brother Loki, you even know the magic of time and space. Why are you still trapped here by them? Can't you open a time and space door and run out on your own?"

"No." Old Loki said helplessly, "This is the end of time, an end point. Time and space magic can only travel between different locations, but not different timelines, so it is difficult to get out."

"Furthermore, I suspect that even with the Time Stone, we may not be able to get out. The dark cloud outside may be the exit of this timeline, the only exit."

Roger coughed and asked, "Brother, if all of you Lokis gather together, can't you defeat that dark cloud?"

"No one dares to try. You know, it swallows all matter and time, and spells are a form of energy conversion, so hitting it is almost like sending food -"

Roger couldn't help but have a headache. It was good to come to the treasure house, but if he couldn't get out, it would be like walking in brocade at night. Who would he show it to?

"Then if someone comes to rescue us with their kind of time control device, can we get out?"

"do not know--"

Roger looked at a few people and asked curiously, "How many years have you been cut here?"

The young king Loki thought for a while, "I don't know, I forgot, there is no concept of time here."

Old Loki answered, "It's been more than 100 years at least. As you know, old people are almost at the end of their life span and they always care about time. I'm more sensitive than them."

More than 100 years——

Come on, I don’t even know if I can live for 100 years...

Roger is not an immortal species like the Asgardians, who can live for thousands of years casually. Ghost Rider has no idea of ​​making the host live forever. At most, the host can be healthy and free from diseases.

Suddenly, I felt that the treasures outside were no longer fragrant. The Meow Hammer that I had worked so hard to pick up was no longer interested in studying how to decipher the magic runes on it.

"Ugh--"

Later, the old Loki ended the exchange with satisfaction, and told Roger that the projection spell he traded was only the elementary version, and if he wanted to exchange it later for the advanced version.

Advanced projection spells refer to the clone spells that can play tricks on Thanos, and there are even more advanced projection spells that directly copy a city, even if you are in the city you can't tell the real thing from the fake one.

babble-

Make a city?Then he transforms into one or two hundred beauties to serve him. This kind of magic is unbelievable.

The good stuff on this old man smelled so good. If the other party hadn't refused to accept him as a disciple, Roger would have wanted to kneel down and hug his thigh.

A few people finished their dinner and played cards every day. Roger felt bored and directly taught them how to play Landlord.

In the end, there were too many people, so we decided to play mahjong instead——

Several people quickly asked what mahjong was. Roger explained it briefly and they understood. After all, they were all Loki. It was difficult to learn well. Learning to gamble was the talent of a bad guy.

So, a few genuine Lokis, plus Roger, a high imitation Loki, set up a table and played mahjong.

------

"bump--"

"Bar—"

"Two."

"Three barrels."

"What a fool, haha." The young Loki excitedly grabbed the cards on the table and pushed them down.

"Give me money, give me money."

Winning or losing is not important, what is important is the feeling of winning money.

"Did you cheat?" Roger asked suspiciously.

"Nonsense, would I cheat? I am the king of Asgard. I own the entire treasure house of Asgard. I have never seen any treasures. Stop inking and give me the money quickly." The young Loki said angrily.

Roger had no choice but to take out his own banknotes. They either used gold coins to replace their gambling funds or used wine instead, but he only used banknotes.

In their words, paper money can be used to wipe your butt, better than gold coins. Gold coins are completely useless here, and wine can at least be used for drinking.

then--

Roger once again lost almost all the banknotes that he had not covered up. He looked at the three of them suspiciously, wondering if they had colluded, otherwise he would lose the most, and no one else would.

"No more gambling. I have no money. You guys fight. I'll go out for a walk to see if a few boats have fallen off and I'll bring back some food and wine."

"Go ahead and remember to get some more spirits. The one called vodka is pretty good. No more red wine. It's boring." Black Loki said.

After Roger left, Loki, the short-tailed crocodile, blinked and jumped directly to where he was sitting.

Then he roared and waggled his tail.

"It said that if one of the three is missing, it will also play mahjong -" the old Loki helped translate.

"........."

As for Roger conjuring things, none of the Lokis particularly cared, because each Loki knew some time and space spells and even had his own dimensional storage space.

Loki, who dominates the sacred timeline, placed the Cosmic Cube in the dimensional storage space, and Thanos could only get it by threatening Thor's life.

The old Loki's time and space spells were comparable to Kama Taj's mage. With a wave of his hand, a time and space gate appeared.

Roger even suspected that the reason why Loki gathered in this ghost place was because they all knew time and space magic.

And Thor, who doesn't know the magic of time and space, will always see ghosts and be eaten by dark clouds over time, so he can dig up a Meow Hammer whenever he goes out——

The Evil Spirit motorcycle needs oil as long as it doesn't transform. After all, it doesn't respect Newton's coffin board. It doesn't seem to make sense if it doesn't respect Einstein's law of conservation of energy.

Roger parked his motorcycle next to a car in the ruins, opened the fuel tank and looked at it. There was oil in it.

I looked up and looked around, but I couldn't find the tools or pipes, but that wasn't a problem.

He took out his samurai sword, pried open the car, and took out a pipe inside, so that he could drain the oil.

Looking at the dirty oil pipe, Roger had no choice but to take out the banknotes and wipe them clean with distress. He was reluctant to use the paper towels. He had to save this to wipe his butt because it was really uncomfortable to wipe with banknotes.

Comfort yourself, anyway, this thing has no use in this world except as a butt paper. It would be great to free up the storage space and dig out a few more Thor's Hammers.

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