Marvel turns into Iron Man

The banquet was indeed very rough in Asgard's style, especially Sol, who looked dissatisfied with desire.

Of course, what I mean by dissatisfaction is that he has some dissatisfaction with the wine that Miss Stark brought from Earth.

These Nordic savages are very fond of spirits, so she naturally took out the wine specially bought from the Central European people.

After 90.00 distillation processes, the alcohol concentration is [-]% six, known as [Water of Life] Polish rectified vodka.

Although there is some distance between Northern Europe and Central Europe, and some years between Earth and Asgard, the wine culture is common.

Miss Stark advised him not to drink too much, but Sol still looked like he had experienced many battles.

As if it was about his dignity in front of women, he took nearly two liters of rectified vodka from Asgard's golden cup.

After the simple toast, regardless of Miss Stark's dissuasion, he poured it down in one breath as if he was brave.

What is Polish rectified vodka? It is the kind of thing that ordinary people with an average capacity for alcohol will be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment if they drink a little too much.

Sol went down two liters in one breath, and before he could say a word for a long time, he lay down on the ground.

Such pure alcohol was poured down his esophagus in this way, even a diesel locomotive could run for several miles with two liters of ethanol.

Even if the body of the Asgardian Protoss has a density far beyond the normal state of human beings in a certain state, it cannot withstand such torture.

Looking at the guy who was still sleeping soundly in the open-air banquet venue, making deafening snores, Miss Stark couldn't help shaking her head slightly.

"Heh, man, it's really a complicated species..."

There was a slight smile on her lips, and she drank the rectified vodka in her glass in one gulp.

The Extremis virus instantly decomposed the alcohol, turning it into acetic acid, and the rest were directly decomposed as waste.

The large amount of heat brought by the acetic acid went up the blood, which made her cheeks turn crimson.

Looking at it from a distance, it was a beautiful, red and bleeding color - but, she was not drunk.

The long and slender tables in the open-air garden square are covered with pure white tablecloths, and there are delicacies from Asgard on them.

Although Miss Stark couldn't tell their names, she could still taste their taste, and then consume them as the most primitive energy.

The women at the banquet huddled together, and even the queen put down her airs and stayed together and chatted freely.

They are also asking Miss Stark about Midgard, and they seem to be full of curiosity about everything outside.

But when it comes to the atrium, almost all the people participating in the banquet, regardless of gender, showed expressions of interest.

Probably it has something to do with the way Asgard sits in a closed lock tube. Asgardians are not sensitive to outside news.

Miss Stark didn't care at all, she took out her mobile phone and asked Jarvis to project an image in the air, and came with a ready-made science education course.

Asgard had real-scene AR technology a long time ago, so I am not interested in such technology, but I am very interested in the development of the human race.

Unlike the Asgardians who are honing their spiritual and physical skills, this group of mortals without any power has developed a world of extremely high wisdom by relying on tools.

Everyone gathered around Jarvis's projection and looked at the picture above, including Sol's friends and Asgard's warriors.

Except for one person—the god of mischief, the second prince Loki who just came to his house to attend a banquet and eat.

Oh, by the way, there is also the great prince Saul Odinson who is lying on the floor beside him and nobody cares about him, really nobody cares about him.

Miss Stark took advantage of the fact that no one came to bother her, so she simply stood by Loki's side.

To be honest, she still has some personal emotions towards this poor little prince.

Including the last time they worked together to entrap Thanos's Kirita Legion, it was also because of these emotions that everything came about.

"You can't come here for no reason, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Loki naturally noticed the woman approaching him, and asked with a deep expression on his face.

"Oh, are you interested in this, then do you want to hear lies, or do you want to hear the truth?"

Miss Stark smiled lightly, lightly sipped the wine she picked up from the table, and squinted at the expression on Loki's face.

As she imagined, she detected signs of thought in his face, and... tangled?

"Whether you ask the truth or lies, I have only one answer, that is, I feel very boring."

"Because I'm really, really bored, that's why I chose to leave the earth and come here, and this is not my end."

Hearing the answer, Loki pondered in a rare way, as if savoring what she had said before.

A few seconds later, when he spoke again, what she heard was somewhat surprising words.

"Can you take this guy with you?"

As Loki spoke, he lightly kicked his brother's strong thigh with his foot.

Because he and she were standing beside Thor with their backs to the crowd, and Loki's robes blocked everything, so no one could see.

Thor seemed to have noticed something, he closed his eyes and muttered in his sleep, and stretched out his hand to scratch the place on his leg that Loki kicked.

"I really didn't expect you to make such a request, can you tell me why?"

At this time, the smile on her face became more and more intense, and the eyes looking at Sol were also full of interest.

"I just find it really annoying that he stays here, and don't you really need a servant, Your Majesty?"

"...The follower, just him?"

Miss Stark shrugged her shoulders lightly. Although she didn't say anything, the mocking look on her face did not disappear.

The banquet was over, and so it was with a lot of noise, and nothing unusual happened, at least for Miss Stark.

At night, she was arranged to rest in a luxuriously decorated room, and this night she was only thinking about one thing.

Whether she wants to take Thor to travel to the galaxy, and whether her plans need to be changed if she takes him.

She didn't care about what unexpected things would happen in the past with Sol, she was just curious about the future.

However, considering that the space journey alone might be quite boring, Miss Stark finally decided to take the sledgehammer with her.

As for other things, wait until you meet them and think about them after they happen.

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