Chapter 291 | Slacker Brother and a Sister That Ran Away from Home.

"Loki!"

There was a sharp dagger at Thor's neck, but his heart was touched.

Truly worthy of being his younger bro... no, sister! She cared about him.

But his emotions didn't last long. Loki's next sentence shattered the good feeling.

"Shut up, you fake! You can do anything you want to that fool Thor! But messing with Odin would be a problem!"

Loki's voice was cold, and a hint of annoyance danced in her eyes.

"No matter what you did to Thor, remember to find a knowledgeable master and block Heimdall's sight! And stay away from me, don't get me involved!"

Was this the legendary relationship between brother and sister?

Give back my feelings!

Thor couldn't help but smile. He didn't think that no matter which universe Loki, they would still be so ... genuine.

"My stupid brother ... sister, Heimdall, wouldn't be watching me. The real Thor should still be in Asgard."

He took a step back. His right hand came out like lightning, squeezing Loki's white wrist and twisting it outward, snatching the enchanted dagger with his free hand.

"Remember, the next time you threaten someone. You have to stare into his eyes so that you can judge his next move."

When the dagger was taken away, Loki didn't panic but only raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.

This was what Thor once said when she was sparring with her.

"Gee, what about this move? "

Loki didn't change her expression, and one long leg lifted upwards.

Right between the legs!

The pain was unbearable!

The bar guests looked at the lively scene. All the men couldn't help but hiss.

This kick was too ruthless!

It hurt to look at!

Thor's face was twisted, and his legs were clamped as if he had suffered an unprecedented blow.

Loki, that bastard, never used this trick when he confronted him before.

"Hey, hey, you two."

Seeing that the scene became more and more chaotic and the disturbance continued to grow, the old bartender had to intervene to stop it.

"Take the mess outside. The Bar With No Doors doesn't welcome troublemakers."

Loki's face showed a touch of impatience, and he whispered, "Where is the news I want? We've been waiting for half an hour. Is it still not ready?"

"Madam, the news you want is quite extraordinary. I have to verify through multiple channels before I can sell it to you."

The old bartender smiled and replied.

"The reputation of the Bar With No Doors has always been guaranteed, and my rule has always been to do business with the right people at the right price."

Loki didn't say anything else and sat back in the high chair at the bar.

She came to the Bar With No Doors with the same intention as Luke.

This was Monako's territory. Being too presumptuous would cause unnecessary trouble.

Although he was now a good-tempered old bartender, he was well-known in the magic world, nicknamed the 'Prince of Magic '.

The fact that he was named 'Prince' shows how powerful he was.

This was just like if an ordinary person called himself 'Sorcerer Supreme'. That would be going too far, and they would be sacked and beaten up.

Without enough strength, how could anyone take up a resounding moniker?

Speaking of Monako, his father, a British missionary, took his family to India and was attacked by a group of primitive natives.

His parents were sacrificed to an evil god as an offering.

As a baby, Monako survived due to its lack of importance.

The tribal chief was a voodoo warlock and knew dark magic.

He discovered Monako's talent, changed his mind, and decided to cultivate him seriously.

The story that happened later was similar to the conventional dog blood nightly soap opera.

Monako learned the truth. On one side were his murdered parents, a deep-seated hatred from infancy.

On the other hand, they were the tribes he grew up with from childhood, nurturing love and inner bond.

Complex intertwined feelings left him unsure of how to choose.

Therefore, young Monako fled his hometown and began a long traveling career.

There were a few things about him that were relatively well-known.

First, he was the legendary sorcerer who eliminated the Axis power's evil witch during World War II and made a great name for himself.

Secondly, Monako loved to raise rabbits and treated them as treasures.

For him, rabbits were a part of life.

Gossip has it that the key reason why Monako hated the evil witch of the Axis was that the bitch ate the rabbits he raised.

Since then, it had been a bloody vendetta, resulting in a great disaster.

Therefore, the rabbit raised by Monako was equivalent to the dog raised by John Wick.

If anyone touched them, they would definitely die miserably.

"Loki, despite your indifferent attitude, I'm still very happy! I'm glad to see you again!"

Thor got up with great difficulty by covering his crotch in a very unpleasant position.

He held the bar with one hand, forcing a smile onto his twisted face.

Loki's beautiful brows slightly frowned.

This silly-looking guy wasn't really her brother, was he?

But when did Thor go crazy?

And a short haircut?

His body looks like he gained a few!

"Are you really Thor? Let me ask you something. When we were eight years old, we had a fight. Why?"

Loki stared at Thor, who looked at him with a foolish face.

"You turned a frog into a cake made by Mother and put it on Sif's dinner plate, scaring her to tears. So, I gave you a hard lesson."

Thor answered without thinking.

"Let me ask you again. What is the most shameful thing in Thor's life that no one else knows? "

The corners of Loki's mouth curled up, and her eyes flashed as if she remembered something interesting.

"Uh, can you ask a different question?"

Thor was a little embarrassed.

"No."

Loki's attitude was firm.

"I wore ... a Valkyrie battle armor, secretly... in private."

Thor hesitated for a long time and spoke in a whisper.

When he was a child, he worshipped the Valkyrie, one of Odin's most powerful legions.

The heroic female warriors once made Thor long for them.

Dressing in women's clothing was naturally an unspeakable past for the Prince of Asgard, who considered himself brave and fearless.

"Are you really Thor!?"

Now it was Loki's turn to be surprised.

She didn't expect that the guy was standing in front of her to be real.

"But how did you ... become like this?"

Loki subconsciously reached out and touched Thor's injured right eye, then quickly withdrew her hand.

"That old bastard Odin, he couldn't have let you fall this far!"

Thor grimaced and said calmly, "It's too long to say. Our sister ... wanted to be the ruler, and to prove who the most suitable one was, we fought."

Loki's eyes widened, her thin lips tightened, and she angrily said, "Odin has an illegitimate daughter ... behind Mother's back?"

Obviously, her thinking was far off the mark.

"It's too complicated to explain overnight."

Thor changed the subject. He was happy to see Loki alive in front of him -- albeit with a change in gender.

"Then why are you ... fat?"

Loki looked down, held out a finger, and poked Thor's slightly bulging belly.

"Cough cough, let's talk about something else -- like, how did you end up here?"

Thor changed the subject again. He didn't want to talk too much about his body. It was normal to eat delicious food every day and gain some weight.

"You learned magic from Mother, and you're an excellent Illusionist, so you could participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle. Did you get Father's permission?"

From the conversation between Loki and the old bartender Monako, Thor could probably guess what the former wanted to do.

Because of the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, the bar was booming with business during this period, and there were many customers buying information.

"Humph! It's not your problem! When that old bastard Odin reprimanded me, how come you didn't stand up for me? But now you care about me?! Hypocrite!"

At the mention of Odin, Loki instantly lost her temper.

The original gentle face instantly went cold.

"She ran away from home. This info is free. If you want to know why you can buy my reliable information."

Monako, who was wiping the bar table, gave Loki a look.

"Mind your own business, Monako! You can't get involved in Asgard's affairs!"

The Princess of Asgard threatened.

"Hmm, forget it."

Monako raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.

"I just wanted to do some business, nothing else."

"Did you run away from home?"

Thor grabbed Loki's wrist. What happened to Asgard to make Loki leave the palace and come to Midgard?

"It's none of your business! When I become Sorcerer Supreme, I can … Anyway, I have my own plan!"

Loki shrugged off her older brother, showing an ugly expression.

While the two siblings were at a standstill, Luke stepped in between the two and stood in the middle.

"There's always an answer to any question. It's just a matter of when to answer."

He made a casual remark to lighten the mood and winked at Thor in the process.

"You'd better get down to business."

Thor remembered his original purpose, coughed awkwardly, and whispered softly, "Loki, can you lend me some money?"

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