The powerful engine makes this military Hummer uncompromising in rain and mud.
After watching the other man fade out of the sand and turn toward the town, Shavig squinted again in the night to scrutinize the business card in his hand.
Forcing down the urge to make the call now, he carefully pocketed the business card.
"Is this your Midgardian etiquette? It looks pretty good."
Shavig couldn't help but sigh slightly after hearing Thor utter these words, shaking his head and saying, "Don't ever say that in front of a girl, they won't think you're so romantic, but rather they'll think you're delusional!"
Saying that, and ignoring Thor, he walked towards the car on his own, "If it wasn't for that plus point of your looks, you'd probably have been sent to the police station by the righteous and spent an unforgettable day there."
Thor's demeanor remained unchanged, only dropping his eyes as he looked over at the makeshift base, seemingly not exactly in high spirits.
"Click~" Shavig opened the back door of the pickup and forgot to glance back at Thor, "Get in and go, you don't even know how worried Jane was after you went in there and made a mess!"
Thor's heart warmed when he heard that, and in his mind he couldn't help but think of the woman who had been the first to help him in this realm.
She was kind, beautiful, and would do her best with what she recognized ...
"Jane ... Where is she now?"
"Jane? I was worried something might happen over here, so I sent her back first, she should be back at the RV by this time."
Hearing Shavig's words, Thor's heart was slightly relieved, and his tall body sat down in the pickup, once again silent.
In fact, when a person's mind is weak and has nothing to rely on, there is a member of the opposite sex intruding into your life, that time itself is always the best time to be raided.
This point regardless of the woman man, even if there will be any changes in the future, will not be dead in their own hearts not to recognize the warmth of that time.
"Buzz~"
The pickup truck started up, loaded with instruments running slowly on the sand, when Shavig glanced at Thor who had a melancholy expression on his face, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.
Struggling with his face for a few moments, his upper body leaned towards Thor, and this action finally caught the other party's attention.
In Thor's dumbfounded gaze, Dr. Shavig grabbed his arm with one hand, and his face slumped up, full of seriousness.
"Listen kid! It's a bad day, so I can keep you for the night, but the next day, the next day you must get out of here! Leave Jane!"
There was still some confusion on Thor's face as Shavig was the first to let go of his arm, his back touching the reclining chair as he recalled, "Jane's a kid I've always thought of as family, really. I've never seen a harder worker than her in all the students I've had."
"She sacrificed a lot for research experiments, but I never heard a word of complaint out of her mouth."
Shavig craned his head to look at Thor again, his handsome, handsome features standing out even more in the night.
"I can sense that Jane has a crush on you, perhaps even you realize it. But you two are really not right for each other, she can't spend the rest of her life with a man who just fantasizes every day!"
"You should know that I ...."
"I know, and I'll leave tomorrow."
Shavig's arm, which was raised in mid-air, stiffened, and it was half a moment before he spoke, "I may have spoken a little badly, and perhaps I could buy you a drink before parting."
"Go where?" Thor pulled a rare smile across his face, "The town bar?"
"Of course, I'm going to drink you down when we get there!"
...
In fact, Dr. Shavig was so drunk he couldn't tell the difference, and Thor wasn't even slightly drunk.
Carrying Dr. Shavig on his back, the tall body walked step by step toward the RV on the sand not far outside the town.
That's where they were staying for the time being.
Lying on Thor's broad, strong back, Shavig spoke in a daze, whether it was ravings or some other whatever that didn't disturb Thor's mind.
"You ... You're not going to be ... in coming back here, right?"
Thor looked away from the
There was exactly the direction of Thor's hammer, where all the glory that belonged to him was, but he ...
"I don't think so."
"Heh!" Shavig hiccuped drunkenly, "I think it would be more honest for you to simply go to that great lady from that Ambra."
"Why?"
Shavig coughed twice more in the night air, "She looks like she has a bit of a thing for you too."
Thor narrowed his eyes slightly, "You'd be better off not working on her side, that look is quite familiar to me ... It's similar to when a hunter is teasing his prey."
"Although that lady seems friendly ... But it's definitely not a good place to be! She and the people around her are vaguely out of place in this world, living like ..."
"Enough! You're a delusional person! Do you know what Embraer does? They started out in medicine and have saved billions of people around the globe! It is the most respected company in the globe! Even in that filthy politics, no one dares to take it lightly!"
Shavig on his back was red-faced, and that vein in his neck was even more rippling red, a stream of alcohol spewing out of his mouth before being quickly swept away by the wind.
Well under the effect of alcohol, Shavig in the tossing will be no movement again.
Thor carrying this drunken old man step by step, half a long time before stifling a sentence, "Well, that's really great."
"Right?" Shavig raved out, slurring his words, "Embraer takes responsibility in everything, which is probably why even an old man like me wants to serve in it."
"Take responsibility ..." Thor body slightly stiff, quickly recovered, the brain recalled the scene of the partners struggle, the father god that angry look ...
Carrying Shavig to the edge of the town, not far from the caravan site, Thor in did not mention Ambra.
But in a qualified warrior's intuition, that beautiful to not like a human, even if it is a few points more perfect than the gods of the young girl, give him the feeling is too dangerous!
He was no longer the Thor who only knew how to fight, and after losing his divine power and Thor's hammer, he would always do things in his head first these days.
Standing on the heels of the brightly lit caravan, well ... What to do next?
Throwing the drunken Shavig onto the bed, both Thor and Jane were carefully questioning each other, and even the words were filled with ambiguity.
...
Madsan lay on the bed, his mind constantly recalling the one stream of spiritual power that had been swallowed by the spiritual ocean.
It could be confirmed that it was Odin, the father god of Thor, the God of Thunder in Norse mythology, the king of the gods.
Reincarnators who couldn't control their own power, Madsan had seen many, but a god who had to go into a sleep state every once in a while because he couldn't control his own power was indeed a bit hilarious.
And during this time, if he could be stirred out of it, there was no doubt that it was definitely Odin's own most vulnerable time.
''Does it boil down to the immaturity of the jutsu system?'' Madsan thought, 'Maybe we can make a deal with old Odin.'
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