Entrusting His Children, Offering Treasure

After leaving the London battlefield, Lowett did not go to see Tony Stark.

Whether it was Nick Fury or Alexander Pierce, both were clever men. Clever men liked to overlook things when they acted, so he had that confidence.

He had arrived at a lush seaside cliff.

By all appearances, this place looked exactly like some corner of Earth, but in his eyes, there were quite a few problems with this space.

"No, Loki!"

Better early than late. The moment he arrived in this space, something fell from above.

Thud!

"Urgh... cough, cough!"

The cry abruptly stopped after the heavy body hit the ground. The sturdy old man, Odin, King of the Gods of Asgard, now lay sprawled on the ground like an ordinary human elder with osteoporosis, unable to get up for a long while.

"Loki... sigh!"

With a mouthful of dirt, Odin sighed and shakily pushed himself up. Dressed in white robes, he turned to look at the boundless ocean and limped toward the courtyard on the other side of the cliff.

Loki had merely exiled him, not tortured him, so naturally he had prepared a room for Odin to "retire" in.

But after taking only two steps, Odin suddenly turned around.

"Is that you?!!"

Several figures had been standing on the northern slope of the cliff for who knew how long. Meeting Odin's gaze, Lowett flicked his hand and produced two silver goblets. "Care for a drink?"

"Don't worry, there's no curse this time."

"It wouldn't matter even if there were." Odin quickly calmed down and smiled bitterly.

"But I don't have any roast meat to entertain you with."

Before long, in the courtyard by the cliff, Agin and the other two stood separately outside the shaded pavilion. At the stone table, Lowett and Odin each held