Chapter 1357

The faint morning light leaped down along the magnificent roof of the palace, landed on the smooth and bright helmets of the tall guards around the square, and then played like a child, sliding down the wide arm armor, weaving between the horses' hooves and the shoes stained with damp soil, and then, with the same enthusiastic mood as the Asgardians, jumped into the spray of the fountain, and then was thrown high along the fountain mouth.

The burly warrior fell from mid-air, was caught by his comrades, and then thrown up again amidst cheers. When the young warriors turned their heads, goddesses in white long dresses carried water jars and fruit baskets on their heads, passing through the crowd like swimming fish, smiling and greeting all the guests, and putting the wreaths on their arms onto people's heads.

The layered buildings in the distance had the simple and ancient flavor of the ancient Asgard. At that time, the magnificent Golden Palace had not yet been built. The people of Asgard lived by ships. They piled up castles with soil, arranged tiles neatly on the roofs, and then hung their national flags under the wooden window frames.

Few interstellar civilizations that can travel through the universe retain such a primitive and simple style. Most civilizations have long simplified all unnecessary components in countless technological iterations. That is them paying for their weak bodies, while the god race does not have to.

Therefore, this counts as a wonder in the eyes of the guests. Many residents of Asgard still live in brick houses, and the wooden doors that are pushed open creak, but when countless crowded houses are piled up on the skyline, it shows a kind of orderly aesthetic beauty.

The morning light flows between the roofs, sliding carefully like walking on a steel cable across the river over the flags connected between the roofs. The tavern owner, who is hanging the end of a string of colorful flags on the eaves, feels a rhythmic vibration from the ladder under his feet.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da."

The rapid sound of horse hooves came from afar. A pair of knights wearing gorgeous armor galloped from the end of the street. The leader wore a double-horned helmet and held a high flagpole. At the top of the flagpole, the flag of Asgard fluttered in the wind.

Children imitated the posture of the knights, running through the coming and going crowd, listening to the laughter and scolding of the people behind them, and the low horn sound coming from afar.

The horn blower standing on the watchtower in front of the palace gate put down the huge horn in his hand, turned his head to watch the flocks of white pigeons flying in from the skyline. The clean white birds flapped their wings, swept over people's heads, attracted everyone's attention, and then flapped their wings again, flying toward the highest point of the palace building.

On the highest balcony facing the square, Sif wore a silver Asgardian dress, made entirely of delicate, shimmering silver fabric. From the side of her neck to her chest, she was covered with thin light armor, and the long skirt at her hips was draped with a layer of thin chain outer cloak. Her long hair was pulled up, and she wore a clean white wreath on her head.

【The novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, is the source-changing app that old bookworms are using,】

Then she stretched out her hand to let a white pigeon land on her arm, took a branch from the white bird's mouth, turned her head to Thor and said: "This is the blessing of the World Tree. Balder is greeting us."

"He is my eldest brother, of course I should accept his kindness." Thor took the branch and tucked it into the lock on his waist. Thor wore a set of complex armor, with a dark red sturdy cotton cloth as the lining. Each piece of scale armor on his chest had dark patterns forged by dwarves through countless tempering. The belt wrapped around his slender waist, and above the leg armor were three pieces of silk decorations, with diamond-polished fish bones hanging below.

Thor did not wear a helmet, but let his golden hair hang down, wearing a special crown on his head, inlaid with nine different gemstones, each from a different race in the Nine Realms, symbolizing the unification of the Nine Realms.

Sif held a scepter, but Thor did not hold a sword, but held a long piece of cloth that was almost falling to the ground with one hand, on which a plump and delicious fish was outlined with special dyes.

This is an indispensable part of the traditional Asgardian traditional wedding. Young sailors will catch the strongest and fattest sea fish for their lovers. This is the best gift of love. If the girl accepts the courtship, she will string the remaining fish bones into jewelry after cooking and send them back to the suitor. If one can have a string of fish bone necklaces from a lover, one will be envied by everyone.

And when they came to Asgard, this tradition was retained, but the fresh sea fish was replaced by cloth outlined with fish-shaped patterns.

Under the gaze of the full guests in the square and the residents of Asgard crowded on the street, Thor lifted the cloth and handed it to Sif. Sif took the long cloth, put one hand over Thor's chest, hugged his back, and kissed his cheek.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically. Thor took Sif's hand and raised the scepter in her hand, just like raising his own scepter. This means that the King of Gods and the Queen of Gods will rule Asgard as equals, becoming the father and mother of all gods, defending against powerful enemies like a country externally, and being warm and harmonious like a family internally.

Odin and Frigga also stood in the square, holding hands and watching the newlyweds.

"Is this the end?" Odin said to himself, and then he answered himself: "No, this is just the beginning. Only when Thor truly becomes a father will he just begin to understand me."

"But he is destined not to walk the same path as you." Frigga turned her head to look at Odin's still statue-like handsome profile and said.

"There are thousands of paths for a monarch, but only one path for a father." Odin looked at Thor and Sif on the balcony. Surprisingly, this King of Gods, who had been mighty all his life, was much more emotional in private. He was almost about to shed tears, but Frigga appeared calmer.

"First to possess, then to protect, and finally reluctant to watch them leave. In the lonely years, guarding memories and walking toward death, this is a father's life."

Loki watched the King of Gods and Queen of Gods from high above, watching them walk down the high platform, enter the crowd, and then board the carriage to start the tour.

"Perhaps I am not unable to possess, nor unable to protect, but leaving will eventually destroy everything I have. Just thinking about it, I almost lost all courage. I still think so. Thor's strength lies in the fact that he dares to be the last one to leave."

"Asgard is about to step onto a bigger stage. One day, the World Tree will no longer be the fulcrum of the Nine Realms, just like every child who grows up must leave their parents' embrace."

On the second floor of the tavern by the street, Strange leaned on the railing of the balcony, watching the crowd below cheering for the upcoming royal carriage. He took a sip of wine and then sighed: "In the long river of time, even the wisest monarch has a day when he turns into dust, but just like a father, the new life he leaves behind is the beginning of another journey."

"If you talk about marriage, you can't just talk about marriage, you must also talk about society, responsibility, humanity." On the high cargo box next to the stable door of the post station, Stark listened to the noise in the distance, took a sip of Asgardian strong wine, and said: "And love and interests."

"I thought you would only talk about love." Schiller leaned on the wall next to him, stubbornly holding a glass of red wine brought from Earth. He looked up at Stark's brown eyes. The darkness that emerged when he turned his back to the bright and fierce sunlight seemed to be melted into honey again.

"Tony, you deliberately let Stephen use that untouched glass of wine to hint at me. When did he do serious business? Since you want to oppose me, why leave room? I thought that after he arrived, your sentimentality would be worn away a little."

"You're wrong, we both think this is my sharpest weapon." Stark looked at Schiller with a smile and said: "It's not just another you who likes small favors. This is your common characteristic. Although you are in a questioning tone, you are still pleased by my move of taking a step back, aren't you?"

Schiller looked up slightly, took a sip of wine and said: "I don't mind making myself more secular, to be happy for a friend's deliberate flattery. This is also a part of my life, an enjoyment I should have."

"Look, it's not just endless acquisition that makes you happy." Stark's tone was as light as telling a humorous story. Although cynical, Iron Man rarely really relaxes, and the person in his mind is the same.

But when the dew sprinkled by the touring carriage splashed on his shoulder, he still laughed low. His eyelashes, in the slight sunlight coming through the gaps in the rain shed, were like golden butterflies flapping their wings, and then Schiller laughed along.

In the streets and alleys, the burly warriors put their arms on each other's shoulders, their arms overlapping to form a human wall, and the rough and bold singing resounded over Asgard, ringing for a whole night.

When the bonfire was lit, the goddesses in traditional Asgardian clothing turned their arms continuously, lifted their legs to lift the sides of their boots, and danced the dance steps to celebrate the harvest. The airflow brought by the flying long hair made the ashes of the burning fire dance as well.

The Asgardian royal family, humans and mutants, and even Thanos, Star-Lord and Rocket Raccoon all raised their glasses. The foam rippling from the tops of the glasses colliding was just like the fountain water spray that was exceptionally bright under the morning light.

No matter how many conspiracies and interest exchanges there are, it is not as good as the focus and investment in the celebration at this moment.

The enthusiasm from the crowd will eventually brew into a intoxicating glass of wine, making all lonely people who consider themselves cold-hearted unable to refuse this vulgar excitement.

But in the crowd, one person was missing. At this time, in the office of the dream school that looks like Hogwarts, the soul of the Shi'ar Empire Queen Lilandra leaned against Charles and cried uncontrollably.

"I came to find you just for the reform of the Shi'ar Empire! At most, it was just for the crystal. Taking a step back, we didn't happen anything, right?! He actually, he actually..."

"Alright, Lilan, when you combined in the beginning, it was just a product of interest exchange, why bother? The Shi'ar Empire is still counting on you."

"Shi'ar Empire?!" Lilandra raised her tone and said: "Screw the empire! I'm never going back! Whoever loves to be this Queen can be it!"

"This is what you said, Your Majesty the Queen." Schiller walked out of the portal with a smile, still smelling of alcohol, obviously just having left the celebration.

Lilandra looked up, staring at him, and Charles sighed helplessly.

As soon as Lilandra turned her head, she saw Magneto's unchanging dead face, and Mystique who had just walked out from behind Magneto.