Remember This Day

The moment Thor opened his mouth, Loki knew he was in trouble. Sure enough, his foolish brother didn't disappoint him; the moment Thor finished speaking, there was an awkward silence.

The Collector Tivan's face twitched slightly. If he were eligible to vote for the next King of Asgard, he would definitely vote for Thor. In that case, it wouldn't be long before his collection included an Asgardians.

"Your Highnesses, I'm afraid I can't help you. You should know the rules here. As a businessman, I cannot disclose my clients' information."

Tivan shrugged and gave a very standard official reply. Neutrality was his foundation, and the whole universe knew that. Even Odin couldn't find fault with this answer.

"No, a true merchant should only seek profit. Do you know where the Dark Elves are? Tell us, Asgard will give you a satisfactory price, and we guarantee... this matter will only be known to the three of us and will never be revealed."

Thor rattled off a whole bunch of things, his IQ instantly skyrocketing, but it was all for naught. Tivan curled his lip, indicating that if Loki had said those words, there would have been some room for negotiation, but with Thor, it was just laughable.

"I'm sorry, please don't make things difficult for me, I really don't know anything!"

Tivan was willing to bet that if he revealed any information about the Dark Elves, Thor would turn around and betray him. Not intentionally, but rather it would just slip out without thinking.

"Stop lying! How could you not know? Dare to look me in the eye and say it again?"

Thor's eyes widened. His attempt to bribe him failed, and he was ready to resort to violence. His tactics were always the same two moves.

"Collector, since you know nothing about this, we will not disturb you any further."

Seeing Tivan's displeasure, Loki quickly grabbed Thor and, with great effort, pulled him away, apologizing as they went, "Sir, I hope you won't take offense at my intrusion. My brother meant no harm; you can probably tell he's just a little... well..."

After the two left, the Collector Tivan shook his head and said with a puzzled look, "The eldest prince of Asgard is nothing like Ding Yi; he's incredibly foolish, like he was adopted. On the contrary, the second prince is cunning and has quite a bit of Odin's spirit..."

"However, I heard that Odin strongly supports the eldest prince to inherit the throne. Is he really getting senile?"

The family drama in Asgard is quite complex, Tivan couldn't fathom the truth no matter how hard he tried. But one thing he was certain of was that, at this rate, Asgard's days were numbered. He needed to prepare and find an opportunity to buy Asgardians to keep on hand; otherwise, it would be too late.

"Loki, what are you doing? Why are you stopping me?" Thor was dragged out the door, furious. He was just a hair's breadth away from getting the information out of him.

"I'm saving people, saving myself, and that includes saving you!" Loki was speechless, rolling his eyes at Thor: "This is the Knowhere, not Asgard. Many unexpected things can happen here, do you understand?"

"Heh, him?"

"Yes, him!"

Loki sighed. Having offended the Collector, he would have to resort to the old methods to obtain information again.

He took out his communicator and contacted the soldiers on the spaceship, confirming that the Dark Elves were still in the Knowhere and had not left. He ordered a few soldiers to stay and guard the area, while the rest went out to gather intelligence.

The Dark Elves very distinctive, with black armor and white masks—a unique breed found nowhere else in the universe. They would be even more striking without their masks, revealing white faces, white hair, and pointed ears, making them highly recognizable.

However, Loki also knew that the Dark Elves would definitely disguise themselves and conceal their whereabouts, and the possibility of them foolishly walking on the street was basically zero. Gathering intelligence in this way was destined to be futile, but he had no other choice, and had even gotten used to it...

"Loki, I see Dark Elves!"

Thor let out an excited yelp, grabbed Loki, and turned his face to face the front.

On the bustling street, groups of Dark Elves moved among the shops, occasionally gathering together to shake their heads and then split up to go to the next shop.

"Let's go and take them down."

Loki quickly grabbed Thor: "Wait a minute, there can't be so few Dark Elves. Let's not alert them and see what they're up to."

Loki glanced ahead and saw that the shops the Dark Elves frequented were all black market stores selling starships.

"This is troublesome. They are really recruiting and want to build a fleet."

In a bar in the Knowhere, Dark Elves occupied a corner, and Lieutenant Algrim reported intelligence.

"Chief, we've asked many black market dealers, and the prices of the spaceships are outrageously high. We simply can't afford them!" Algrim said indignantly. "We've inquired, and the model of spaceship we want to buy wasn't this expensive before. Those dealers are doing it on purpose; they're raising prices arbitrarily."

Malekith's expression was gloomy. "The collector leaked our information. He wants to earn back the money we were paid to sell ourselves. That damned old man, he calls me brother to my face, but he plays dirty tricks on me behind my back."

"So what should we do?"

"..."

Malekith frowned and remained silent. The Dark Elves had lost their homeland, becoming rootless wanderers in the universe, forced to endure being bullied. But he didn't want to utter those words; his former dignity and glory made it impossible for him to act like a coward.

"Chief, how about... we borrow some more money from that person?" Algrim suggested.

"If we ask him for money, we'll probably lose it all ourselves!" Malekith said irritably, picking up his glass and downing it in one gulp.

As Malekith disembarked from the spaceship, he noticed the tracking device on his body. He knew what Russell was up to, and if he were in Russell's shoes, he would have kicked a man when he was down. The once powerful Dark Elves was now someone anyone could trample on, and he felt a deep resentment.

As for that signal locator, he left it in Tivan's trash can. Russell can wait if he wants!

"Chief, you mean..."

Malekith's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Go and steal a spaceship. Once you have it, leave immediately. Dark Elves can kneel once, they can kneel twice, but they can't kneel forever, otherwise... they'll get used to kneeling and won't be able to stand up!"

They would seize a spaceship to become Ravagers, use that as leverage to seize a second one, and grow their power like a snowball. Then they would occupy a territory to establish their influence, and once the Dark Elves had risen to power, they would take revenge on all those who had wronged them.

Algrim was thrilled by this. His pride had been repeatedly bruised, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "That's right, we should have done this a long time ago."

"Algrim, call the men back, we're going to the starport..." Malekith smashed his wine glass on the ground and jabbed his finger heavily into Algrim's chest. "Remember the humiliation we suffered, and remember this day. I swear, I will lead the Dark Elves to rise again today."

"Chief, I believe in you!"

"Let's go!"

Malekith waved his hand and led his underlings out of the bar. The moment he pushed open the door, he was blinded by the dazzling light.

"Dark Elves, remember this day! Today is your end!"

Thor and Loki led the Asgard soldiers to surround the bar, the dazzling light reflecting off their armor, spears, and swords.

"Chief..." Algrim swallowed.

"Retreat first!"