There was no doubt that the Emperor's actions all had their purposes. Because he looked far ahead, those actions often produced miraculous results years later. That was precisely why ordinary people, unable to comprehend the disturbances of fate across such a long span of time, found it difficult to understand what the Emperor did. But not every action needed years to take effect. Some short-term actions allowed ordinary people to understand their purpose. Natasha Romanoff gritted her teeth, blaming herself for actually forgetting that. "I should have known. He's a creature driven by profit!" She forced a smile as she said goodbye to Barton's family, agreeing to meet them again at dinnertime. She stood outside the door and waited until the alloy blast door had shut, ensuring that Barton's family could not hear anything, before asking, "What do you want me to do for you this time?"
"Don't make it sound so heartless, Natasha." The Emperor's smile did not fade. "This time, it's a good thing."
"Most of the time, your assignments have nothing to do with good things." She asked, "If I refuse the assignment, are you going to send them all back and take back the college tuition you gave those three children?"
"Of course not. I'm not that despicable. I think we can go somewhere suitable to discuss this, can't we?" The Emperor seemed to notice Natasha's irritation, so he invited her to leave the corridor with him and take the elevator upward. Though this elevator was not the massive lift she had seen in the royal city, capable of transporting aircraft, it could still accommodate a Praetorian Guard combat squad. The ascent was not particularly long. The numbers on the display leapt wildly, yet surprisingly, she felt no change in gravity. There was not even the