"Norse Mythology, it's true."
Azazel was brewing a certain ritual tone and spoke in a low voice, looking forward to seeing his father's expression change drastically.
James looked up at him, with helpless eyes as if looking at a naive and foolish boy, and said calmly, "You don't need to tell me, I know very well whether there is any news about that 'thing'."
"No, I searched all the locations you gave me, and apart from bringing back the local ancient books I gave you before, there is no credible information, but--"
Azazel smiled slyly, waggled his tail, and said as if he was taking credit, "You may not understand, but when teleporting, I will enter a strange space or state. It's like a huge room full of large and small transparent bubbles. I can feel which bubble space I can enter."
He lay carelessly on the leather sofa in the study room, crossed his legs, and continued, "Then I discovered a deep and vast underground space, inside. Tsk tsk"
"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly."
"I'll take you to see it." As soon as he finished speaking, black smoke rose up from Azazel, and he put a hand on James's arm. There was another muffled sound, and the two disappeared into the study.
This is a huge, empty and dead underground cave, with a height of more than ten meters, extremely low temperature, and an underground river more than ten meters wide frozen in ice.
James's eyes can adapt to the lightless environment underground. Azazel flashed twice again, holding a lantern in his hand.
The light illuminated the scene in the cave more clearly, and a sense of barbarity and desolation came to the face. The cave was stacked in layers, and even the heads could not be seen at a glance. They were all the corpses of giants with blue-black skin.
"Frost Giant of Jotunheim."
James murmured to himself, these giant remains, which were at least three meters high during their lifetime, were like a magnificent and epic group of ancient sculptures. The stumps, broken torsos, and the ferocious faces left when they died all told the tragedy of the eternal war.
He came closer and looked at the corpse of Frost Giant, walked along the cave and talked about the story recorded in Norse Mythology.
"Around 965 AD, the Frost Giants family of the Frost Kingdom Jotunheim attempted to conquer the human world and landed in Tonsberg, which is now Norway. Asgard, the gods descended from heaven to fight against Frost Giants. After winning and returning, the king of gods Odin hid the treasure with infinite energy in the human world."
Azazel followed James, looking at these Frost Giants stacked together with interest, with different death forms, and said curiously, "So they are just like lumps of ice when they are born, and they will not rot after death."
James released a bone claw, like a single knife, and cut off Frost Giant's hand. The texture of the cut was like a rock.
"They shouldn't be as hard as pure ice before they die. Let's go back and do some research slowly."
After saying that, he gave this hand to Azazel. Red Devil screamed strangely and hurriedly grabbed the giant hand that could hold his own head.
They continued to search and look at Frost Giants's corpse. In addition to the simple fabric covering the lower body, there were some rough armors made of special materials. Some Frost Giant had huge ice picks extending from their arms. This must have been their natural weapon.
Azazel picked out a smaller Frost Giant head with a calmer expression, and motioned to James to help him cut it off.
His hobby of collecting souvenirs is becoming more and more serious and weird.
More than half a month later.
"Sir, Mr. Steve·Rogers is outside the manor. He wants to ask if you are at home."
Casper The housekeeper came to the underground of the manor, looked at a pile of huge blue-black body tissues with no surprise, bowed slightly and said to James.
"Steve·Rogers? What's wrong with his mother?"
"Mrs. Rogers is recovering very well and should be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I have warned you about this." Mr. Butler explained.
James put down the half-cut head of Frost Giant. The brain and tissue inside were like an exquisite and weird anatomical demonstration specimen. He took off his gloves, changed his clothes, and walked up.
Now James is accustomed to building spaces of different sizes underground in each manor and mansion, which is very convenient for him to practice and do some research.
Nearly a hundred years of experience and study have already made him more than just a capital oligarch and super Mutants.
James is a little surprised that little Steve comes to see him. This child does not look like a speculator. Maybe his mother is getting better, so he comes to thank him.
"Mr. Howlett, I'm sorry to disturb you. I brought some stew that I made. My mother is recovering well. She has always said that she will come to thank you in person when she is discharged from the hospital."
Little Steve shyly took out a rather exquisite lunch box and put it on the marble table inlaid with red gemstones with a slight blush.
His complexion looked much better, his eyes were brighter, and he seemed to be full of energy.
James smiled and glanced at the attendant on the side. The attendant took out a set of tableware and put it on the table with very fast steps but no big swing of his body. James opened the lunch box that Steve had brought. Inside was carrot stewed beef, and he ate like this.
Steve's face turned even redder. He watched Mr. Howlett skillfully eat the beef stew using two long silver stick-like utensils, and even praised it a few times.
He seemed to have been greatly encouraged, and he no longer looked so cautious and shy, and smiled happily.
"The beef stew is good. Tell your mother that you don't have to rush out of the hospital. You should cultivate yourself thoroughly." James ate very elegantly, but very quickly. Seeing that little Steve was hesitant to speak, he continued to ask.
"Do you have anything else to do today? You can tell me." For this child, James's patience has never been better, and even he himself is a little strange.
"Um, I can already do the exercises you taught me. I just keep practicing, but I don't know what I should practice next, and whether I can still do it. I can learn more."
"Well, this kind of skill is not easy. As long as you persist, if you are lucky, you may be able to master it after two or three years of practice - you said you can do it?"
James was eating the bottomed beef stew at the end, talking casually, and suddenly realized what little Steve said, his eyes pierced over, making the young man feel a little uncomfortable.
The serious look in Mr. Howlett's eyes is really stressful.
"Yes, I went back and practiced for three days, and I was able to move my spine from the coccyx all the way up. Then my body trembled and I got goosebumps all over my body."
"Three days!"
James's voice was slightly higher, and he put down the tableware in his hands. "Make it for me."
Little Steve responded quickly, took off the brown jacket left by his father, and wore a loose T-shirt. His feet were slightly staggered, and he kept shaking from his toes, causing his body to change several movements.
Suddenly, he exerted force under his feet, and his body vibrated his spine like a snake. The force extended all the way to the fingertips that jumped out. Cold hairs burst out on his arms and the backs of his hands, and the skin was covered with fine pimples.
James pondered for a moment, nodded, his eyes became more and more different, and he breathed out, as if he was sighing something.
"I have indeed done it, and I am very skilled at it. I must have practiced a lot these days."
The young man Steve nodded hurriedly. "I practice every morning and evening. The more I practice, the more energetic I feel, and I don't sweat. At night, I follow the sleeping posture you taught me, adjust my breathing, and I sleep very well."
Seeing that Mr. Howlett recognized him, he excitedly told about his practice in the past half month, and then asked awkwardly what else he could practice in the future.
"These are just the simplest basics. There are many, many more things to learn later. I can teach you, but you are not related to me, so why should you?"
James asked Steve with great interest. He was shocked in his heart by this weak and ordinary but persevering young man. He thought that he had a very high level of understanding back then and had to practice for more than ten years before he could master this most basic yet core Kung Fu.
"Me, me." Steve murmured. He knew very well that it was great luck for someone with such a mysterious identity as Mr. Howlett to help him. He really didn't know why he was allowed to let others continue to teach him this magical skill.
James smiled, looking at this honest kid who was a bit clumsy and unable to speak. If Azazel had been replaced, he might have been flattered by all kinds of flattery.
"If you accept me as your teacher, you can continue to teach you, but you have to understand that this 'teacher' is not the one you have in school, but more like what the Italians call a godfather."
"I do." Steve said without any thought, in a low voice but simply.
His father died in the war, and his mother was still pregnant with him at that time. Steve, who had never lived with a male elder since childhood, had a special affection and dependence on Mr. Howlett.
Although they didn't meet and communicate much, this gentleman who looked extremely young but had an inexplicable temperament filled him with trust.
James smiled, nodded and said, "You are still young, so you may not know what this means. Go back and explain clearly what I said to your mother. When she is discharged from the hospital, I will bring you to see me."
After finishing speaking, he corrected a few moves of little Steve and taught him some new things. Watching the young man pedaling on the bicycle and his back in full swing, James laughed from the bottom of his heart for the first time in a long time.
Boom boom!
Guernica Town, Spain.
German Third Reich, the director of the weapons research and development department, John·Schmidt, is watching the live-fire drill effect of the new tank, accompanied by the main design engineer Dr. Arnim·Zola.
Dr. Zola is an exiled senior engineer and geneticist from Switzerland. He is notorious in the scientific community and has done many experimental studies that violate human ethics and laws. As a result, he was expelled from the formal scientific research department.
Schmidt attaches great importance to Zola. Their extreme and inhumane ideas can be said to hit it off.
"Very good, Dr. Zola, I think Fuhrer will be happy. These tanks will be put to use soon." Schmidt proudly raised his chin and patted the leather gloves he was holding on his palms.
"Finally! Fuhrer has decided to fully enter the market?"
Dr. Zola, who is short in stature, wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses and somewhat bald, looked at Schmidt with a fanatical and trembling voice.
"Soon, soon German leather boots will be spread all over the Europe continent, and even the whole world!"
Schmidt pondered for a moment, walked off the high platform where he was watching the exercise, and continued to talk to Zola who was following suit beside him.
"In two days Fuhrer will convene the R&D and responsible persons of each department. Come with me. We want to leave the most important impression on Fuhrer so that the weapons research and development department can gain the greatest support and trust."
Dr. Zola stood upright, gave an unskilled Nazi salute, and then said, "Dr. Erskine's research, I think, he has basically succeeded."
"Oh?"
Schmidt was obviously in high spirits. Zola and Erskine were in similar fields, but Dr. Erskine was better at researching the limits of the human body. He kept saying that his research was still far behind, even if Schmidt threatened him with his family.
With the vision of Dr. Zola, John·Schmidt decided not to wait any longer. His first step to gain great power was about to arrive.
Chapter 2 3000+Marvel Weapons and equipment that do not conform to reality have begun to appear during the Second World War. Next chapter will be in the afternoon. Everyone~