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Chapter 433: Was Thor Adopted?
🕑 Added 2025-11-06 10:40:38 +0000 UTCUltimately, the debate of 'Is Pure Child Heaven or Zhuang Xiaoman Heaven' exists everywhere, and Noah ultimately decided that intellectual, confident, and mature women are indeed heaven. This is probably why Noah had no interest in Hermione before, even though he watched her grow up, but now he has a slight different feeling towards her? Of course, it's just a slight feeling, and both of them are very restrained in their expressions.
Since Hermione guessed Noah's thoughts, everything that followed became incredibly simple. Without even needing to say much, Hermione had already arranged everything perfectly for Noah, which made Noah feel very comfortable. "Since they are staying in the British wizarding world, and considering the need to record and collect data, let them live in a quiet forest. Hmm, referencing their past lifestyle, this forest should ideally be close to a town, both the muggle world and the wizarding world. Finally, give them some welfare subsidies so their lives won't be too difficult."
It must be said that Hermione thought of everything Noah had and hadn't thought of. It's clear that Hermione is truly suited for this job. With Hermione's help, Noah was naturally happy to relax. In fact, Hermione didn't need to do anything herself; she just needed to issue a command.
After clarifying these matters, Noah didn't say much more to Hermione, just a simple "when everything is over, let's go out and have some fun" before leaving. For them, this simple way of getting along was more suitable than other "passionate" ways.
"Am I getting old? Why do I always lack enthusiasm? Am I born to like this quiet, ordinary life?" Noah couldn't figure out this question, but fortunately, he didn't bother trying to. After all, he felt comfortable, and Hermione's attitude seemed to indicate she was also quite satisfied with such a life. Since that was the case, Noah didn't plan to change anything. Everyone being comfortable is what truly matters, right?
"Alright, stop trying to fool people with your ineffective magic. It might fool Hermione, but trying to fool me is wishful thinking." After leaving the Ministry of Magic building, Noah glanced at the still-silent Loki and sighed faintly.
"Oh really? You saw through it?" Loki's eyes darted around, and he immediately smiled and said, "It seems I'll have to improve some of my magic in the future; the duration is too short."
"No need, next time I'll help you."
"No need to be so polite; I think I'll do it myself... By the way, where are we going now?"
Let Noah help? Loki couldn't help but shiver. He thought Noah's greatest possibility was probably to cut out his tongue! Anyway, that bastard Noah could make his tongue grow back, so there was a high chance he would do that!
"Back to the Sanctum, of course." Noah didn't know what Loki was thinking. If he did, it's hard to say if Loki would
get what he wanted. "Why stay here?"
"Of course, there's no point in staying here." Loki immediately smiled and ran to Noah's side. "By the way, how long do you think it'll take to get this data ready?"
"I don't know, but I think you can start considering absorbing the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters now."
"What do you mean? Don't you know if I absorb that thing's power, I'll..."
"Turn into an ugly monster, I know. But why don't you adapt in advance and absorb a small amount? While absorbing and adapting, you can also learn magic.
Perhaps by the time you've fully adapted, the problem can be solved."
"Is that so... By the way, don't you master shapeshifting magic?"
Shapeshifting magic? Noah tilted his head and looked at Loki. He did master this magic, but Noah had been wondering whether to turn his cat and his owl into humans. He really hadn't thought about turning Loki from a Frost Giant into a human. But it has to be said that it wasn't impossible; this seemed like a good method.
Although it could only be used temporarily, it could save Loki some embarrassment, and... a free test subject delivered right to his doorstep, why not use him!
"Shapeshifting magic? Yes, I can," Noah nodded.
"Although it's a bit troublesome, I can help you."
"Uh... really?" Loki was stunned. Noah's quick agreement made him a little uncomfortable. "Is there something wrong with this magic...? Or are you planning to use me as an experiment?"
"Huh? How could that be?" Noah secretly thought, How did you know?, but on the surface, he showed doubt and displeasure. "What are you talking about? I'm doing this to promote friendship between Asgard and Kamar-Taj. If you don't trust me, then forget it."
"Is that so?" Loki looked Noah up and down doubtfully for a long time until Noah showed an impatient expression. Only then did he humbly offer a flattering smile. "Of course, for the friendship between Asgard and Kamar-Taj, thank you, Noah."
This time it was Noah's turn to roll his eyes. Loki's intelligence and shamelessness once again refreshed Noah's perception. No wonder this guy seemed to be able to get along anywhere. Shaking his head, Noah didn't want to think about it anymore. He directly opened a portal and returned to the London Sanctum.
However, on the way back, Noah suddenly thought of something rather ridiculous: "Speaking of which, Odin has three children. Hela has black hair, wears dark green clothes, and a black horned helmet. Loki also has black hair, wears dark green clothes, and a golden horned helmet. But only Thor has blond hair, wears battle armor and a cape, and no helmet. Could Thor be the adopted one?"
The more Noah thought about it, the more he suddenly felt that this conclusion was highly, truly, very likely.
Because compared to Loki, Thor seemed even more foolish. Coupled with the differences in their attire...
Well, Noah thought it was best not to voice this conjecture. God knows how a black-hearted Odin and a clever Frigga could have given birth to such a simpleton.
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"Cut! Tony, excellent work!"
As Noah returned to the London Sanctum, Thor, far away in New York, was fulfilling his cinematic dream. That bastard Noah, after taking his Iron Man copyright, seemed to have completely forgotten about making Iron Man movies, simply abandoning it. Charles was busy with his X-Men series and had no time to bother with Tony's Iron Man.
Therefore, Tony, ignoring everything, chose to film it himself. He had money and was willful, completely unafraid of failure. Of course, failing was one thing; properly telling his story was another.
Tony had plenty of money, and since he was filming his own story, he was extremely dedicated. He practically threw money around, hiring the best computer, photography, prop, and special effects teams in Hollywood. Perhaps the only team he didn't dare hire was the screenwriting team, because he really didn't dare adapt what Noah had written; God knew if Noah would get angry. And Tony himself didn't plan to adapt it, because he loved the story himself; it was simply a true representation of himself before he met Noah!
However, this approach baffled the director and others.
Was this a script? This was more like a novel! There's a huge difference between scripts and novels, which is why screenwriters are needed to adapt them, like The Lord of the Rings. But then again, the name Tony Stark represented money, connections, and resources! So, the director and others could only hold their noses and accept it.
Aside from secretly cursing the bastard who wrote the "script" and that bastard Tony, they helped Tony film with smiles on their faces every day. Their progress was good. In fact, the first Iron Man wasn't too complex, and they were almost done filming now.
Tony had just acted out the scene where Obadiah stole his first reactor, a scene Tony himself had experienced.
Plus, he had specifically studied acting beforehand, so it was no difficult task for him. "Is acting that simple?
Maybe I can even dabble in Hollywood in the future!"
Tony thought to himself as he removed his makeup. He felt that acting really wasn't difficult, and perhaps even that guy Noah could become an Oscar winner or something.
But just then, Tony's private phone rang, making him frown. Picking up the phone and glancing at it, Tony pondered for a moment before deciding to answer. Soon, a bald, dark-faced man with an eye patch appeared on Tony's phone. Clearly, this was Fury!
"Speak, what's up? I'm still busy," Tony said directly, completely disregarding his surroundings or the caller's attitude.
"Are you still working on your Hollywood dream?" Fury's voice was low. "Do you know that the whole world is full of aliens now?"
"Didn't you say that last time?" Tony looked around. Sure enough, the irrelevant personnel had already quietly left when he answered the call. "Besides, you can't handle this. With sorcerers around, what are you worried about?"
"But haven't you noticed that the sorcerers don't seem to care about this at all?" Fury held back his annoyance and replied slowly. "So far, we haven't seen any sorcerers make a move!"
"Come on, pal," Tony shifted into a more comfortable position. "If sorcerers made a move, you definitely wouldn't see it. Also, the fact that they haven't moved means they don't think these things are a threat, okay?
Relax." Tony said this after some thought. Indeed, according to the sorcerers' thinking, there was no need to act if there was no threat. Although Tony himself found it a bit strange, he didn't bother Noah or Victor, because sorcerers had a lot going on.
"Are you sure, Tony?"
"How can I be sure? You have Noah's number, why don't
you just call him yourself?"
"But do you know? I've made over a hundred calls this week, but his phone is never in service, do you know that?"
"Uh, maybe... maybe he went to an alien planet? Who knows?"
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