[Comprehensive Yingmei] Nine Realms God of Cookery

"I am a prince of a country, but... not long ago I discovered that my life experience is a bit special." After drinking two glasses of wine, the man opposite Sol also began to chat with him.

"What a coincidence, me too." Saul felt that he and his friend had more and more resonance.

"My kingdom is different from the countries of these ordinary people. It is much more developed, and there is magic, magic! Do you understand?"

"What a coincidence, so is my country." Sol knew that his friend's country was a bit special, but it was the first time he heard of magic. "Come on, let's do it."

The two gulped down another glass of beer and shouted for the servants to serve the wine.

The bartender served them two more glasses without changing his face. As long as they gave money, let alone a servant, he could be called a maid.As for princes and magic, come on, this is a bar, and the drunk fools say everything is normal. There was a drunk female customer who said her son was born with an alien.

"But I'm not, hiccup, not the only prince," the man opposite Thor hiccupped, "and a younger brother."

"What a coincidence, I also have a younger brother." Sol didn't know how many times he said this tonight.

"My brother is very smart and can handle everything well," the man looked proud. "I don't think they need me at all."

"It's impossible to be as smart as my brother anyway."

"My brother can also use magic! Just like my girlfriend, biubiu's magic," the man shook his head, "Anyway, I can't learn it anyway."

"Anyway, it can't be better than my brother's magic." Sol drank another bottle of whiskey one after another. There were still many good things in the atrium, but the wine tasted too tasteless.

"My brother has always wanted to compete with me for the throne." Speaking of this, the man looked a little depressed. "I didn't want to fight him at first, but...fuck it, I have a reason to be that shitty king..."

In the second half of the sentence, the man snored a bit vaguely, but Sol's hearing was still sharp.

"Me too..." Sol was not so happy, "Maybe Loki is really more suitable than me..."

"But mother also wants me to be king," the man across from him threw an empty glass again, "although I messed up a lot of things."

"Me too... wait," Sol suddenly reflected, "Didn't you say that your father supports you more?"

"Really? When did I say that?" The man seemed to be drinking a little too much, "Oh, of course my father supports me, and so does my mother."

"Then I'm different," Sol shook his head, "Frigga has always preferred Loki."

"It's definitely different." The man patted Sol's shoulder vigorously and drank another glass. "My brother and I were not born by the same father."

"What a coincidence, I...so do," Sol added with difficulty, "but my father seems to like Loki better."

"Then you are really pitiful." The man looked at Sol with a pitiful look.

"No, the God King appreciates my strength more."

"God King? Aren't you a prince... Forget it, the relationship between your family is really complicated." The man shook his head, this was the first time he had encountered a relationship more complicated than his own.

"Then why are you here now?" After being bored for a while, the man asked again, "Aren't you at home to be your prince properly?"

"I... made a mistake," Thor was a little embarrassed to say, "I was temporarily expelled by the God King, and I can only go back after finding my hammer."

"It's so pitiful, I was the same, hiccup, it took a lot of effort to find the fork," the man looked more and more drunk, "it's rare to meet a friend, don't worry, I'll help you find the hammer, report, hiccup, Tell me Arthur's name, and all the fish in Seaside Town, hiccup, can help you!"

"That's great!" Saul was very happy to get the help of his new friends, "Come on, let's have another drink!"

"Fuck, there's no more wine, come on, come on..."

"I'm sorry, sir, you've used up all the wine you've saved." Because the two drank too fast, the bartender was always on the sidelines, ready to serve the two "princes" at any time, "do you want to add some more?" ?”

"Of course," Arthur pointed drunkenly at Sol, "Brother, it's your turn to pay."

Although he became a king, Arthur was on land... he didn't have much money, and now he has no job. His only hobby is drinking a little wine—after all, Atlantis can't drink— ——If it wasn't for Saul's pleasing eyes, he would be reluctant to invite people to drink.

"Wait," Saul was shocked, "Didn't it be agreed to invite you tonight?"

"What?" Arthur woke up instantly, "When did I say such a thing!"

Two local tyrants who are not poor at all confront each other nervously for a little wine money.

Cut, that's it, return the prince?The bartender looked at them with a grin on his face.

T'Challa, aka Black Panther, a prince of the small African agricultural nation of Wakanda - the kind who has just embraced an ancient tradition of witchcraft and managed a clever but difficult, throne-stealing younger brother - is currently in U.S. diplomatic visit.

Of course, the United States doesn’t pay much attention to such a small tribal country with a total population of only one city, so it’s a visit. In fact, T’Challa just wandered around by himself, calling it the city of the world’s largest country. building.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs felt that he might have lingered and forgot to return. He had seen the colorful world and did not want to return to the small agricultural country.

In fact, T'Challa found some clues about the circulation of Zhenjin on the black market, and then he ran around the United States.

T’Challa is also not used to technology like smartphones commonly used by Americans, because Wakanda’s… technology is much higher.

Of course, following the ancient tradition of avoiding the world, Wakanda never exposes itself in human society, and only has covenants and connections with those equally ancient beings, such as the mages of the Holy of Holies and the like.

Therefore, when he was away from home, Techara had to spend most of his energy getting used to those backward products.

Fortunately, T'Challa, who was distressed, also made new friends on the Internet. The other party is actually a prince and has a younger brother. The two chatted very quickly and made an appointment to meet.

However, something went wrong. T'Challa, who was always punctual, found some new clues about the smugglers before leaving, and was late after a search.

T'Challa also sent a message to a friend named "Using Love to Generate Power" to explain, but rarely received any reply.

So, when T'Challa finally arrived at the bar, the scene was almost out of control...

"Sorry, big cat," Saul scratched his head awkwardly, "I thought you would be there first, but then..."

"Don't call me a big cat, it's obviously a black panther... No, forget it, you should call me T'Challa," T'Challa looked at the two people in front of him speechlessly, they were already the only customers left in the bar , "I think there should be quite a few people here before you guys start fighting? Although it's my fault for being late, how did you recognize this guy as me?"

"You can't blame me!" Saul said confidently, "I don't know what you look like, the only photo has not captured your face, so you have to find it yourself. This is the first time you have come to this bar An outsider, right?"

"Yes." T'Challa nodded.

"Still a prince?"

T'Challa continued to nod.

"Your country is strong and special?"

T'Challa nodded.

"Is there a younger brother who wants to take the throne?"

T'Challa still nodded.

"That's right," Saul pointed to Arthur who was looking up at the sky, "This guy fits everything."

"..." T'Challa was silent for a while, "But don't you have a picture of me? Although I didn't take a picture of my face, can you take a look at it?"

"Oh, your picture only shows big boobs," Saul pulled out his phone, "This guy has them too."

T'Challa:  …

My chest is black!

T'Challa wanted to yell like this, but the dignity of the Black Panther and the glory of Wakanda stopped him after all.

"Forget it," T'Challa could only rub his head, "how did you make this happen?"

If it's just an ordinary fight, it's too common in bars. Instead of scaring away customers, it will attract a group of onlookers.The reason why Saul and Arthur were able to clear the field was because their movements were too great!

A Thor who has regained a little strength, and a Sea King who is deliberately restraining, even if it is just a few pushes, it is enough to cause the effect of locking a hundred huskies in a room for one night.

"That..." Sol hesitated, how should I say this?Is Thor himself, from Asgard?Looking for Mionir now?Saul, who knew some common sense of the atrium, didn't want to scare the first ordinary friend he made.

"Uh..." Arthur was also embarrassed, what should I say?Are you the king of the sea, Atlantis from the deep sea?Just landed from the sea, don't want to conquer the mainland, just want to drink two glasses of wine?The so-called no acquaintance, after calming down, Arthur also regarded Saul and T'Challa who paid for the two as his friends.Aquaman doesn't want to scare his normal friends.

"In short, the matter is what you see now, about the compensation..." Saul chose to fool the past.

"Compensation...I've already settled it...you don't need to worry about it anymore..." T'Challa didn't know how to explain it, how should I say this?I am the prince of Wakanda, and Wakanda is not actually a small agricultural country?Decades ago during World War II, a little vibrating gold was sold to the U.S. military in exchange for tens of millions of dollars at that time, and under the secret operation of generations of Wakanda envoys, it is now too much to spend?So just took 1 minute and bought the bar directly?

T'Challa felt that the two new friends he had just met, although they were also princes, would fight over the money for two drinks, and they might also be princes of a down-and-out tribe.T'Challa didn't want to scare his normal friends.

Going around in a circle, things are still back to the original point.

There was an embarrassment in the air.

And the hormonal breath of the three strong men who just finished exercising.

And the smell that they should all take a bath.

"Sol! Sol help!"

A few shouts broke the silence in the messy bar.

"boom"

A green light directly smashed open the closed bar door, followed by a golden-red lightning, constantly attacking the green light, circling around the three of them.

"Saul! Please explain to me, I'm not a lingering ghost!" Hal Jordan's voice seemed a little strange because of his bruised nose and swollen face, but he kept trying to fight back, and he didn't dare to fight back at all, "I didn't join any cult. Cheating pensions, not to mention being possessed by a black magician who is controlling corpses... Fuck, you actually dated a man, or are you two tsk tsk playing so intensely..."

"Uh, did I interrupt something?"

Hal Jordan finally realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.