"I understand, Master."
Strange nodded and accepted the assignment. Since aliens didn't count as people, there was naturally no problem with Deathstroke having him shake down aliens in the capacity of a diplomat.
At least, that was how things looked for now. He had no idea exactly how to go about it, but as long as he didn't take a loss, it should be fine, right?
"Good. I'll be leaving first, then. I need to take a look inside Asgard. As the host, I should see how Frigga and the others are living on Earth." Su Ming smiled and patted Strange on the shoulder before rising to his feet. "Just remember one thing: take the initiative in negotiations and act strong. Don't embarrass Kamar-Taj or Earth. If you can't handle it, call for backup. Got it?"
"Got it."
Leaving the Mage who smoked, drank, and got his hair permed to eat in the little ice house, Su Ming took Gin back into the frozen wilderness.
After heading a hundred meters in the direction he remembered, they suddenly passed through a barrier that felt like warm water.
In an instant, ruined Asgard appeared before them. It was almost unchanged from when it had fallen, aside from the bones and corpses from the battle having been gathered up and tossed into the Abyss where Yggdrasil stood.
Gin, dressed in a women's suit beside him, felt a little wistful. She had never imagined that the once-glorious Golden Palace would be reduced to this.
If the Sun Wheel Palace were not still standing intact, she might have thought this place was some sort of dump.
Broken stones and splintered wood, twisted metal, scorch marks left by flames—everything lay scattered along the road. The empty urban ruins resembled a ghost town, with only the howl