"Although the matter has been settled, I still suggest you consult the human governments." Schiller said. "Obviously, this isn't the time to placate anyone, but you should at least keep up appearances. I believe every government will be willing to actively support your efforts to defend the Nine Realms."
"We'll hold a meeting at the United Nations," Strange said. "The biggest dispute will probably be over the location of the garrison. I'll give them three options. The other two will be near Earth and near the Sun. They definitely won't agree to either, which will make Uranus the best choice."
Schiller nodded without objecting. Strange and Loki exchanged a glance. Strange asked, "Don't you have anything to say about protecting the Nine Realms?"
"I assume you want to ask whether I have a final plan," Schiller said. "I can tell you that I do. You know me. The plan will definitely work; the process will just be a little exciting. If you're really so useless that they manage to reach your doorstep, then don't blame me."
Loki's Adam's apple bobbed. Then he said, "Knowing there's a final safeguard puts us at ease. Please promise me that you won't activate your plan unless it's truly the last possible crisis, all right?"
"Don't worry." Schiller nodded. "I hope my plan is never needed either. But judging from the current situation..."
Strange quickly cut him off. "We'll do our best. Things definitely won't reach such a desperate point, right, Loki?"
Loki nodded hard, looking at Schiller with utter sincerity. Schiller shrugged. "Let's hope so."
Loki left, deeply worried. Strange, however, did not seem anxious. He remained on the sofa, drinking, and said, "How was Steve's birthday? I'm sorry I missed it."
"It was actually pretty good," Schiller said. "His son caused a small