Fight When It's Time to Fight, Run When It's Time to Run: The Life-Saving Trump Card Left by His Teacher

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rough knocking rang out. Outside the glass door, Sif and the Warriors Three watched Thrór inside the research facility with smiles on their faces.

"Found you," Volstagg shouted excitedly.

"My friends." Thrór laughed and gave Volstagg a hug, then turned to explain to Aaron and the others, "Allow me to introduce Lady Sif and the three Champions."

"Unbelievable," Erik murmured. "Their clothes feel like something out of the Renaissance."

"The weapons and armor." Daisy silently compared them with Thrór. This Prince's presentation was a little low-tier. The first time she had met him, he had dressed like an ordinary person.

"As expected, trouble will be here soon." Aaron sighed faintly, then placed the Backpack he had brought onto the table.

Inside were weapons he had prepared beforehand, but just in case, he planned to make a few items on the spot.

"I'm truly happy to see all of you." After his brief excitement, Thrór's smile faded. "There's a question I hope you'll answer seriously."

"What question?" Fandral asked.

"My Father King... is he still alive?"

"Thrór, what nonsense are you talking about? Of course the Father of the Gods is alive." Sif spoke as if it were only natural. "He has merely fallen into Odin's Sleep and needs to slumber for a while."

Hearing this, Thrór let out a heavy sigh. He was saddened, yet also somewhat relieved.

"Why would you ask such a question?" Hogun frowned.

"It's nothing."

"Loki."

Thrór and Jane spoke almost at the same time. Sif and the Warriors Three immediately caught the key point.

"Loki came to see you, didn't he? He told you the God King was dead?" After hesitating for a few seconds, Hogun asked, "Didn't you suspect anything?"

"I truly did something terrible. I disappointed him deeply, and Father