A moment later, to Richard's expectant gaze, came the Ancient One's cold rejection from the Spatial Rift.
"Roll!"
In the blink of an eye, the Spatial Rift was closed by the Ancient One on the other side.
Richard: Wow, Ancient One's research on space is quite impressive! It seems the Space Stone has been a great help to her.
Richard was not surprised by the Ancient One's rejection.
What would be an incredible surprise to others was, for Ancient One, who desperately longed for a peaceful retirement, a dream come true...
But it doesn't matter. As long as the Ancient One is still on Earth, still in Kamar-Taj, he'll always find a chance to continue fleecing Deng Xiaoping.
However, to Richard's surprise, the Ancient One's next reaction was...
Kamar-Taj, the main hall.
After rejecting Richard, the Ancient One immediately became restless.
She got up, tidied up the tea table, quickly anchored to the coordinates of a Multiverse, skillfully opened the Cross-realm Portal, and jumped in impatiently as if being chased by a dog.
No sooner had she left Mordo's voice rang out from outside the main hall.
" Sorcerer Supreme, Mordo request an audience."
The Cross-realm Portal slowly dissipated...
" Sorcerer Supreme, Mordo request an audience."
Mordo cautiously peeked his head in through the doorway.
" Sorcerer Supreme?"
Seeing that the main hall was empty, he looked puzzled.
"Nobody's here? Master Hamir said His Sorcerer Supreme was here."
Mordo scratched his head, pulled it back, and turned to leave.
He muttered to himself with a worried expression, " The Red Order's First Star Exploration Team is about to depart. Should we send someone with them from Kamar-Taj?"
"In the past, the Kamar-Taj Sorcerer ' duty was to protect the Earth, but now we all serve under the Lord of Crimson."
"Wouldn't it be out of place for Kamar-Taj not to participate in such a major operation?"
"Sigh, never mind, let's gather Kaecilius and Master Hamir together to discuss this..."
"Speaking of which, hasn't Mage Marcus's vacation lasted a bit too long this time...?"
"He's been gone for almost half a year now, hasn't he?"
"Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen..."
Mordo was unaware that the Mage Marcus, whom he was worried about, was currently in an awkward situation where he wanted to leave but couldn't.
Asgard, Gading Island.
The Midnight Carnival nightclub was quiet at 3 a. m.; it had long since closed.
A dark figure tiptoed down the stairs.
"Brother Marcus?"
A voice suddenly rang out in the darkness.
The dark figure was startled and quickly turned and ran upstairs.
But the next second, all the lights in the bar came on.
A clear and charming female voice suddenly rang out.
"Stop!"
The dark figure froze on the spot.
He slowly turned around, forcing an awkward smile.
"Um, Kiri, I just went out to use the restroom..."
Standing at the corner of the stairs, Kiri walked up the stairs to Marcus.
Stop lying to yourself, Marcus.
She carefully straightened the hem of Marcus's shirt, just like a wife would.
I know you can't stay here in the end.
Kiri laughed and said, "Go if you want to leave. You left quietly like this last time."
" Kiri ..." Marcus's forced smile slowly turned apologetic. "I've been here too long. The vacation time Kamar-Taj gave me is long over."
"I know." Kiri tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips.
"Don't sneak away like that again next time, it will make me sad."
Marcus: "I'm sorry..."
Kiri raised her slender white fingers and pressed them against his lips.
"Don't apologize. This time, I won't let you leave alone."
Marcus was taken aback. "But Asgardians can't just enter Midgard..."
"Hey, haven't you heard?" Kiri laughed mischievously.
"What?"
Kiri proudly raised her fair chin. "Her Majesty Frigga announces that Asgard and Midgard have officially formed an alliance."
"Now, any Asgardians can submit an application to the Golden Palace Council three days in advance to travel to Midgard."
She said with a gentle smile, "I submitted my application three days ago!"
"Huh?!" Marcus gaped, asking incredulously, "When did this happen? How come I didn't know about it?!"
Sharol, sitting at the bar, said speechlessly, "Brother Marcus, when have you ever paid attention to Asgard's government information board...?"
"You and Sister Kiri are either traveling and sightseeing all day long, or you just hide in your bedroom and never come out."
Marcus blushed slightly, then quickly coughed to change the subject. "So... does that mean you can come back to Kamar-Taj with me?"
"Hmm~" Kiri winked playfully and asked with a smile, "Unexpected, aren't you? Surprised?"
Marcus was overjoyed.
During his time in Asgard, his wandering, restless heart was unknowingly filled by the elfin woman, Kiri.
But being born in Kamar-Taj, he bore heavy responsibilities, which destined him to be unable to stay in one place for too long.
This also led to him leaving behind many romantic entanglements in various worlds...
Marcus asked impatiently, "When do we leave?"
'Smack!'
Kiri snapped her the Snap, and a small package slowly floated over from the corner of the bar.
"Anytime is fine... my package is already prepared."
Marcus's face lit up with joy, but then he hesitated and asked, "But what will happen to the Midnight Carnival Bar if we all leave?"
Sharol, standing at the bar in the lobby on the first floor, smiled and raised her hand, replying, "Don't worry, leave it to me, Brother Marcus."
Kiri nodded and said, "During this time, I introduced all of the bar's suppliers to Sharol, and he's now a qualified bar owner."
Sharol patted her chest and said confidently, "I will definitely make Midnight Carnival Party Bar even better!"
Marcus didn't hesitate any longer and directly took Kiri's small hand. "Alright, let's go."
Kiri intertwined her fingers with his, saying, "There shouldn't be a queue at Bifrost at this time. Let's go straight there."
Sharol saw them to the door, watched them leave, and sighed wistfully.
"Sister Kiri, I hope you and Brother Marcus will always be happy."
Only after the two figures disappeared from sight did he turn around and walk into the Midnight Carnival bar where he was the only one left.
The Hell Dimension, Mephisto's Treasury.
After being decisively rejected by the Ancient One, Richard began to think about his next target.
"That's Tony Stark?"
Immediately, images flashed through his mind of Hell Demon clad in Iron Armor engulfed in Hell Demon Fire, emitting maniacal cackling laughter...
"Hiss~~!"
Richard shuddered and quickly shook his head, saying, "No, no, that's not appropriate!"
He counted all the candidates around him, but he still couldn't find a suitable one.
Just then, Hela, who was beside him, suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered in a sweet, fragrant breath, "Darling, I've thought of someone who would be a good candidate..."
"Do you... want to hear it?"