Lin Qiye did not know Prophecy Arts. His request for a quiet room and the three items had merely been a smokescreen to mislead Thor and the others.
What he wanted was simply a safe house where no one could watch him, along with maps.
Standing in the great hall, Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment before being the first to undo his collar.
As the collar fell open, a pixelated armor plate no wider than a fingernail lay quietly against the skin of his chest.
This was what Jinian had secretly given him when she was captured. For her to risk discovery to pass it on, it had to be immensely important.
Lin Qiye removed the pixelated armor plate and examined it curiously in his palm.
The plate's colors were chaotic, yet its surface was perfectly smooth, as if something had been forcibly crushed flat by a hydraulic press. At first glance, it was impossible to tell what it was.
"How do I open this...?"
Lin Qiye rubbed every inch of the plate with his fingers. When his thumb brushed across its center, the pixelated armor plate immediately began expanding at a visible rate.
One pixel after another seemed to come alive, floating up from the plate's surface. As time passed, the two-dimensional slab automatically stacked itself into a three-dimensional object the size of his palm.
Judging from its outline, it was a walkie-talkie.
When the final pixel settled into place, Lin Qiye held the Pixel Walkie-Talkie in his palm, his expression exceedingly complicated.
Jinian had handed him the walkie-talkie at the last moment because she had likely known he would face torture and interrogation after arriving in Asgard. She had sent it out beforehand to prevent the Norse Gods from obtaining it and using it against Great Xia.