"I don't know where he went. He's a spellcaster—he could appear millions of light-years away with a wave of his hand. But aside from that, he isn't stupid or insane. Knowing the Sorcerer Supreme is stationed on Earth, would he still go there to cause trouble for you? Impossible."
Thanos, slightly hunched over, turned around, picked up the large sack by the shop entrance, slung it over his shoulder, and continued.
"So I guarantee that whatever attack Earth suffered had nothing to do with him. There are plenty of Mages in the universe; Earth and humanity aren't the only places that produce spellcasters."
All right, the probing had confirmed that Thanos really didn't know.
The attacked target had been the S.W.O.R.D. space station, not Earth. If he had known anything, hearing Deathstroke deliberately name the wrong target should have produced at least some unusual reaction.
But he had shown none. From the start, he had no idea what had happened. After hearing that Earth had been attacked, aside from slight surprise, he had even been in the mood to vouch for Adam Warlock.
"Heh, fair enough. Although you wiped out half of Earth's population in one go back then, you really didn't invade Earth. And you're neither stupid nor insane."
After making that dark joke, Su Ming pushed open the shop door and gestured for him to enter.
"Back then... I only wanted to make her happy."
Thanos drew a deep breath. He did not react to Deathstroke's sarcastic jab, merely carrying the enormous cloth sack into the shop with his head slightly lowered.
"Was Thanos always this easy to talk to?" Carol quietly asked Deathstroke. She found the Cosmic Tyrant rather unfamiliar. "When I served in the Kree Empire, I often encountered client states destroyed by Thanos and his