Paladin of Asgard

"If you think this dress is not suitable, you can go outside and have a look. This may be the era with the richest clothing in the history of the earth, and you can find all kinds of clothes." Seeing this, Gu Yi said.

Hearing this, Luo Wei suddenly felt that he might also need some modern human costumes.

After all, this is the twentieth century. Although Asgard's costumes are exquisite, the style of painting is obviously too different for the earth.

So he said: "Master Gu Yi, can you use the portal of the Sanctuary in New York, let's go there and pick some clothes."

"Are you going too?"

Luo Wei smiled: "The old Asgardians catch up with the human trend."

Gu nodded, and then took them to the portal of the Sanctuary of New York, passing through here is the most prosperous city of human beings, the busiest port, New York City.

The New York Sanctuary is located on the West Side of New York City, 177a Brick Street, Greenwich Village.

Greenwich Village is one of the most famous cultural communities in the United States, where many literary and artistic workers such as cartoonists and writers gather. Mark Twain and Hemingway once lived here.

On the surface, the Sanctuary is an unremarkable old apartment complex that few people know is 2000 years old and largely of New York City origins.

Rowe, Starka, and Aletta all changed into clothes that looked as normal as possible in New York, and they walked out of the New York sanctuary.

It is October 1962, but the scene on the street looks almost the same as the modern people in Rowe's memory.

Beetle cars were driving on the road, and there were trams running across the cables, honking their horns one after another, and people in suits, jeans and other clothes shuttled back and forth in the streets, creating a scene of heavy traffic.

They took a rough walk in New York City, and they found an ornate high-end clothing store.

"Welcome." The clerk said politely with a smile on his face, "Kingsman is from Savile, London. It is a century-old store. No one on this street knows clothes better than us. What do the three customers want?"

"This." Luo Wei pointed to a simple black suit in the window, "I need three sets of ready-made clothes."

"Ok."

Rowe looked at Starka and Aletta behind him: "What about you?"

"I think these are pretty good." The two of Starka were still choosing while talking to each other.

When they talked, they didn't use a summary language, but Arcturus, which is naturally incomprehensible to people on Earth, but New York, as the largest city in the world, has people from all countries, and people have obviously been used to it for a long time.

"The clothes you want." The clerk handed the two packaged suits to Luo Wei, and the other one was already worn on Luo Wei.

Wearing a suit and looking at his own image in front of the mirror, Luo Wei felt as if he had returned to the world of his previous life.

"How much is the total?"

The clerk said, "With taxes and fees, the total is $1145.14."

Luo Wei took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to the clerk. Before coming here, he had exchanged gold and the Supreme Sanctuary for 100 million US dollars in banknotes.

Although the mages in the sanctuary look like a group of mountain peasants, they are actually much richer than most people on the earth. After all, they have accumulated for thousands of years.

Moreover, Luo Wei also knows that the Supreme Sanctuary, which seems to have no interest in money, has actually invested in many companies in the secular world, and the annual investment income alone is tens of millions of dollars.

Although Luo Wei is not very clear about the current economic situation of the earth, he also knows that tens of millions of dollars in 1962 is not a small number, and should be equivalent to hundreds of millions of dollars in the 21st century.

It is said that this was originally done by an old mage who was keen on business. Later, because of the high profits, the Supreme Sanctuary and Gu Yi himself also participated in the shares.

When Luo Wei was exchanging banknotes, a mage wanted to invite him to invest together, but he didn't agree, mainly because this amount of money was really nothing to him, and he might forget it later.

Starka and Aletta have also chosen clothes, and Luo Wei is paying for them.

While checking out, the conversation between two young men at the door of the fitting room next to him caught his attention.

"I feel like the end of the world is coming, maybe tomorrow is World War III," one of them said.

"Yeah, the front pages of the newspapers are filled with Cuban news, and the supermarkets are almost sold out...the Soviets are a bunch of lunatics!"

"Our army is confronting the Soviet Union in the Cuban Caribbean Sea. I don't know if someone will accidentally shoot."

"Hope this expensive dress won't be the last I buy..."

Cuba?Soviet Union?

Cuban Missile Crisis?

Luo Wei quickly remembered this historical event. If he remembered correctly, in the world of Marvel, Professor X broke his leg at this time.

At the same time, as the two young people said, the Cuban missile crisis is a major event that may trigger a world war.

Luo Wei felt that it was necessary for him to go and have a look.

"Sir?" the clerk's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, how much is it?" Luo Wei came back to his senses.

"The gentleman and lady bought a total of five outfits for a total of $1919.81."

Luo Wei directly stuffed all the thousands of dollars in his hand to the clerk, and then said to Starka: "I have something urgent to leave, you can go back to the Supreme Sanctuary first."

After saying that, he turned around and left the shop, a golden light surged behind him, and the wings of holy light of vengeful wrath spread out in an instant, soaring into the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Sir!" The clerk chased him out of the door, but when he looked up, he only saw a golden spot of light in the sky, and blinked blankly.

Starka looked at his wife: "Let's go back first."

Aletta nodded, and the two also left the Kingsman clothing store.

As a result, not long after they had walked, they encountered a group of people blocking their way. Most of these people were wearing suits, with sharp eyes and quick movements. They were not ordinary people at first glance.

"Who are you?" Starka said warily.

Although most of the group of people who led their way were strong and strong men, the leader was a middle-aged man with a limp and crutches.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and took out a certificate: "Hello, I am Daniel Sousa, an agent of the Strategic Science Reserve Bureau. We have something to ask you, come with us."

……

Cuba, Caribbean Sea.

The Cuban Missile Crisis that shocked the world is unfolding here, and the fleets of the United States and the Soviet Union are tensely confronting each other, which may drag mankind into the vortex of World War III at any time.

What is unknown is that this crisis that has tensed the nerves of all mankind is actually caused by the secret planning of a group of mutants.

At this moment, the transport ship Aral Sea carrying Soviet missiles was driving fast on the sea, heading straight for the US blockade line ahead.

Once it reached the blockade, the US-Soviet war was imminent.

However, the person driving this missile transport ship was not a Soviet, but a mutant with blood-red skin and the shape of a hell demon, Azazel.

Beside him, the corpses of the Soviet crew members of the Aral Sea were lying on the ground. One of the crew members was still alive, but he couldn't do anything. He could only watch Azazel drive their ship towards the blockade. Wire.

"...The latest order from the Kremlin, turn around immediately! Turn around immediately, Aral Sea!" The Kremlin's telegram orders kept ringing.

But Azazel obviously wouldn't listen.

"A good show is about to begin!" Looking at the US fleet and the Soviet fleet not far away, Azazel smiled excitedly.