When humans were still in a feudal civilization, the ruler of a country was naturally His Majesty the King. However, at certain times, members of the royal family could also become the symbol of the country. The words of a prince in other places would often be regarded as the speech of the country. Their status determined that their words had a special power.
So Saul, who had proved his identity, immediately received the treatment that matched his identity.
A single lounge, a set of comfortable clothes, delicious food, and of course, a box of the strongest wine.
That was enough. In the depths of this desolate desert, what else could you expect to have?
"He needs a good rest to recover in his current state."
Strange waved his hand and a portal opened behind him. He turned to Agent Silvette and said, "Don't do too much.
"Don't do too many useless things. Saul is only a prince now, and the people of Asgard can live for more than 5,000 years. It's useless even if you're eager to befriend him. When he becomes the king of Asgard, maybe your bones will have already been blown away. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes."
Agent Silvette nodded. He felt that it was best to follow the professional's advice and wait for Saul to wake up before any formal conversations.
Four cameras were installed in Saul's lounge. This was not surveillance. In official terms, they needed to ensure the personal safety of this big shot from outer space at all times. In Saul's current weak state, a modified large-caliber sniper rifle was enough to threaten his life.
If the alien prince was assassinated on Earth … Thinking about the Sarajevo incident, anyone with a brain would not sit back and watch such a thing happen.
But Saul was right about one thing. In his eyes, all the technology on Earth could be thrown into a pile of old papers. In such a situation where the technological level was very different, the cameras from Earth would miss too many details.
"Buzz"
A familiar feeling appeared in front of Saul, making the alien prince, who was in a state of self-denial, raise his head. Then he saw his dear brother standing in front of him in a special suit. His eyes were shining with some kind of emotional flame, and he seemed to be gnashing his teeth at Saul.
"Loki! My brother, why are you here? "
Saul said in surprise, "Why did Heimdall let you down? Are you here to … to pick me up? "
The alien prince's face showed a trace of excitement, but the next moment, he was interrupted by Loki.
"No! Saul, I'm not here to pick you up! I am … I have brought you your final judgment! "
"What? Loki, what's going on? Why are you talking to me in such a tone? I didn't provoke you! "
Saul was a little emotional. He stood up and shouted, "Please! I didn't provoke you! "
Everything that happened in the house was normal on the camera screen. As a deceiver, Loki only needed to use a little trick to easily deceive everyone in the base.
He looked at his brother, and the feeling of being deceived grew stronger and stronger in his heart. Finally, under some kind of evil bait, it evolved into a deep hatred. He clenched the cane in his hand and whispered:
"Father … Father is sick and his condition is very bad. Mother washes her face with tears every day. She has even prepared … Oh my god, the Frost Giants have formed the strongest army in history to threaten us. Everything is terrible. In short, the ministers asked me to make a decision immediately. I don't want to do this either, Saul. We grew up together. "
As Loki spoke, sincere tears flashed in his eyes. He reached out and hugged his brother. When Saul couldn't see him, he gritted his teeth and said:
"They asked me to execute you … I argued with them, and Sif and Hogan. We almost fought. In the end, I could only compromise with them, my brother."
Saul didn't doubt his brother's words at all, because all of this seemed to be a natural development. His father was indeed injured, and the Frost Giant King of Jotunheim was indeed threatening to start a war. He didn't even care about his own safety now. He took a step back, held Loki's arms with both hands, and asked anxiously:
"Father … he won't, tell me, he won't … tell me! Loki! "
"We can only do our best to protect him, my brother. We can't do anything," Loki sobbed.
Loki sobbed and said, "I'm a weak man. I can't even protect my father and my brothers. I can only sneak here like a coward to tell you the bad news. You've been banished forever, Saul. The Frost Giants asked that you're not allowed to step into Asgard again as a truce agreement. I can't do anything except sign it."
"No … No, Loki, no, you're not a coward, I am! I am! "
Saul's eyes were full of tears. At this moment, he was so calm that Loki felt strange. He comforted his brother:
"It's me. I messed up everything. Don't feel bad about it … You know what? I can't lift Mjolnir anymore. I'm not recognized by it. Maybe this is my punishment. I always knew that your wisdom was more suitable than mine to be a king, but I always tried to despise you, always tried to beat you in other ways. I'm an unqualified brother. "
"It's okay, Loki. Don't feel pain about it … It doesn't matter if I live here for the rest of my life. In the future, you'll have to bear the burden of Asgard alone, but promise me!"
He grabbed his brother's arms and whispered, "You must promise me to save my father! I only have this one request! "
Frankly speaking, at this moment, Loki was almost moved by Saul's sincere feelings and was about to tell the truth, but at this moment, that annoying voice sounded in his ear again.
"Look, the deceiver is going to turn over a new leaf. Are you going to tell Saul all this, let him return to Asgard with honor and merit, and then sincerely congratulate him on his ascension to that poor throne? Did I hear wrong? Is this really a deceiver's decision? "
"Or do you think you're still a good person … Do you think you can still turn back? Loki, tell me, are you deceiving yourself? "
Loki took a deep breath. He held Saul's arms and said sincerely, "Don't worry, my brother.
"Don't worry, my brother. I will do everything I can to live on Earth with peace of mind. When the day comes when I have enough power to speak in the Golden Palace, I will bring you home! I swear! "
"Yes! I believe you! Loki! "
Saul nodded with tears on his face. Loki rolled his eyes and lowered his voice.
"But you have to protect yourself. The Frost Giants won't give up just like that. They may come to hurt you. Promise me, before I take you back, hide your identity. You must protect yourself. Saul, you know that if father hears the news of your death, he may …"
"I will!"
Saul gritted his teeth. "I will. I will live like an ordinary person on Earth."
"This is all for our father."
Loki gave his brother another hug and whispered, "Wait for that day to come. This is my promise. I'm leaving. I can't let those old fogeys find out that I've left the Golden Palace. Protect yourself!"
"For our father! Loki, my brother, goodbye! "
The next moment, Loki's figure disappeared from the room. Saul half-knelt on the ground, his fists clenched. He was indeed reckless and didn't know how to use his brain. But now, he knew that he had to live on Earth alone.
You see, the best trick is never a threat, not a lie, but a love … a deep love to mislead a person. Just look at what Loki had done. The effect was really great!
Bang, bang, bang!
Saul calmed down and took a deep breath. He wiped the tears off his face and knocked on the door. A moment later, Agent Sylvitt appeared in front of the alien prince, but before he could say anything, Saul said, "I'm sorry, Agent Sylvitt.
"Give me an identity, Midgardian. I choose to forget and forgive our previous unpleasantness, but don't disturb me again. I want to continue my path of exile."
However, there was an old saying that was very good. When you do bad things, the heavens are watching you. Good and evil will be repaid in the end. Justice will only come sooner or later, and it will not be absent. In short, just as Loki was strolling in the human town, trying to calm down his somewhat agitated mood, a strange fellow suddenly appeared in front of him.
He was wearing a baseball cap, a windbreaker, and casual clothes. He looked like a backpacker. He stood in front of Loki with a cup of coke in his hand, blocking his way.
"Fufu … I don't remember there being a creature like you on Earth …"
Seber, who had just arrived in New Mexico, raised his head and finished the last of his cola. Flames shot out from his palms and burned the cup to ashes. A ring of fire flashed in his eyes. With the power of the Phoenix, he could see Loki's Dimensional Walk at a glance. He said softly, "You're right.
"So you are also a stowaway? I guess … you are from Asgard? "
"Tsk, interesting. A special Midgardian."
Loki waved his cane. He looked at Saber in front of him with interest. He said proudly in a soft voice, "So, you are showing your difference in front of me, and then expect to be recognized and praised by the gods? Or are you planning to kneel at my feet and become a lackey of the new master of the Nine Realms? "
"Hehe, among your mediocre compatriots, you can barely be considered talented. At least you can peek through the surface and see a trace of truth. This is enough to make people look at you in a different light. Come on, kneel down. I, in the name of the gods, grant you this honor!"
Well, Loki's thoughts were probably still stuck in Asgard's last description of the Midgardians, that is, the people of Earth. A thousand years ago, when the Bifrost could freely enter Earth, at that time, the Asgardians only needed to release some lightning or flames, and they would be worshipped as gods by the fools of the Middle Ages. That was the dark era of human civilization. For a period of time, the Asgardians and even people from other planets regarded this game as a form of entertainment.
It wasn't until Ancient One destroyed Mount Olympus and expelled the gods that human civilization truly got rid of the shackles of the so-called gods.
As a long-lived species, Loki probably didn't understand what 1,000 years meant to humans who only had a few decades of lifespan. The consciousness of the short-lived species and the long-lived species had an irreconcilable conflict at this moment, and the price of the conflict was that Loki felt that he had really given a glory to Saber, and Saber only felt that this was the most ridiculous provocation he had suffered since he came to this world.
Bang!
Loki's vision blurred, and his body flew directly into the air under the crushing impact of the huge force. Even though it was just a magic clone, the unbearable pain still made Loki's eyes widen. He subconsciously raised the staff in his hand to fight back, but just as the first ray of magic light appeared, Saber's ten burning fingers were already firmly clasped around his neck. With the flap of the flame wings behind him, Saber flew him into the sky.
The roaring wind slapped the flames on Seiber's back like a meteor in the night sky. He flew all the way into the depths of the desert. He looked down at Loki, who was tightly bound by the flame chain. There was an undeniable mark of a flaming fist on Loki's face. Black scorch marks and terrifying wounds could be seen. With just one strike, Seiber had shattered four layers of magic shields on Loki's body.
When he saw Loki's angry eyes mixed with fear, Saber gave him a ferocious smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. God. That blow just now was too hard. Next, I promise, I'll play with you slowly and 'gently' … By the way, do you want to know what the last guy who died in my hands, the guy who claimed to be a demon god, said before he died?"
Loki's magic doppelganger's expression turned ugly. However, he had nowhere to run.
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