"Thor."

While patronizing and persuading Heimdall, he didn't notice other people at all, and suddenly heard a familiar greeting, Thor was suddenly startled.

He turned his head and looked closely. The person standing a few meters away was indeed his mother.

"Mother?" Blinking his eyes, Thor looked confused: "Why are you here?"

The others were not as naive as Thor, including Heimdall, everyone bowed in unison and bowed to the goddess Frigg: "Your majesty."

"Thank you for your hard work." Responding to the greetings from Sif and the others with a smile, Frigga turned her gaze back to her own son: "Thor, go back and clean up. In order to celebrate your success, Loki has prepared a banquet. "

"What did Loki prepare?" Thor's eyes lit up: "Haha, then I'll have to enjoy it."

After speaking, he was about to leave, but after taking a step, he found that his mother was not leaving together, and Thor stopped again: "Mother, are you not going back?"

"I have something to do. I want to go out." Waving his hand, Frigga smiled: "You guys go, have a good time."

"Going out?" Thor couldn't help frowning when he heard his mother's answer.

As the wife of Odin and the goddess of Asgard, Frigga rarely leaves the Golden Palace. Occasionally out of the house, but also to wander around other parts of Asgard.

And now, judging by what she meant, it was obvious that she wanted to go to the far door through the Rainbow Bridge.

Look at the two maids behind Frigg, they are all wearing white robes, they look good, but their defenseless dress makes Thor a little worried.

"Mother, where are you going? Or, shall I go with you?"

"No, I'm not that old." Shaking her head gently, Frigga raised her hand, summoned a small ball of clear water, and wiped Thor's face: "Look~."

There was a cool feeling on his face, and he also remembered the fact that his mother was the first magician of Asgard. However, as a son, Thor still couldn't really relax.

Zhizi Mo Ruomu.

Seeing Thor's thoughts, Frigga smiled: "In that case, let Sif accompany me. Anyway, you're going to be drunk soon. It's torture for her to stay there alone."

Facing Frigga's gaze, Sif took a step forward in anticipation, and responded immediately: "I'm happy to serve you, Your Majesty."

Mother proposed a plan, and Sif herself agreed. Thor suddenly found that he seemed to be an irrelevant outsider.

"...Okay then." It's hard to object, but he thinks there's nothing wrong with this arrangement, so Thor nodded: "Sif, please."

"Ok."

Watching Thor and his three companions leave, Sif retracted her gaze and looked at her brother Heimdall first.

Heimdall also didn't know what Frigg was trying to do, so naturally he couldn't give any hints.

Sif had no choice but to turn her gaze to Frigga again: "Your Majesty, where are we going?"

"Go to the atrium." Frigg smiled and answered while taking the box from the maid's hand to Sif.

"Courtyard?"

He waved his hand, indicating that the two maids don't need to follow, and Frigg nodded: "Yes, Midgard in the atrium."

While speaking, he took Sif's hand and squeezed it lightly.

With the eye contact, Sif immediately understood what Frigga meant—if you have something to say, I'll talk about it later.

Waiting obediently, Sif temporarily suppressed the question in her heart.

Frigg smiled and turned his eyes to Heimdall.

"Heimdall."

"exist."

"Take us to the atrium, New York."

"Yes~." While agreeing, Heimdall gave his sister a hard-working look, and Heimdall screwed the Bult steel again.

Another burst of colorful brilliance flashed, and after a while, Frigga and Sif disappeared, leaving only Heimdall himself and the two maids left by Frigga in the room.

"Lord Heimdall, let's go first."

"Ok."

One is the queen of gods and the other is his own sister. For Heimdall, the two sent out this time are more important than Thor. He didn't dare to be sloppy at all, all his attention was focused on Frigga and Sif, and Heimdall couldn't tell the two maids in front of him at all.

I don't know how nervous my brother was. With Frigga coming to Earth together, Sif immediately raised the alarm and glanced around.

The next second, a sparkling aperture appeared not far in front of the two of them.

'Bas~', with a quiet metallic sound, Sif pulled out her long sword from the scabbard on her back.

"Don't be nervous." Frigga raised her hand and stopped in front of Sif: "It's a friend."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yi walked out of the portal, smiled neither humble nor arrogant, and said hello to Frigga: "Welcome to Earth, Your Majesty the Queen of God."

"Master Gu Yi, hello." Returning an equally gentle and generous smile, Frigga lightly raised her right hand and introduced Sif: "This is Sif, a junior I like very much. Sif, this is The one is the ancient master, the supreme mage of Midgard, a wise man not inferior to your majesty."

Hearing the meaning of Frigga's words, Sif put away the long sword and put on a very respectful attitude: "Hello~lightnovelpub.net~ Your Excellency the Mage."

"Hello, Sif. Welcome to Earth, emm, or should I be called by something more familiar to you, Midgard? Anyway, nice to meet you."

"I'm honored too, Master Mage."

After a few words of greetings, Gu turned his eyes back to Frigga: "Your Majesty, it's not very convenient here, should we change places?"

"Okay." While nodding, he paid a little attention to the passersby nearby. Noticing the abnormality in their actions, Frigga, who is proficient in magic, already understands that this must be some kind of trick Gu Yi used: "It's a wonderful spell, Master Gu Yi, this is Kama Taj's mirror image. space?"

"yes."

Nodding, Gu Yi waved his hand and opened the portal again: "Please come with me."

Gu Yi came first, Frigga second, and Sif last...

Looking at Frigga's back in front of her, Sif's mind was full of question marks. And when she passed through the portal and came to the interior of the New York Temple, the number of question marks increased by several more - doesn't it mean that the development of Atrium Midgard is biased towards the technology side? How come all the things you see are magic props? Moreover, there are several of them that exude a strong ominous atmosphere, and the sense of prestige is so great that even himself is a little worried... Is this still Midgard? Or is it that I'm dreaming now, or that all the news I've heard before is false?

The more I think about it, the more puzzled it becomes, and the more I don't understand it, the more I want to ponder.

Sif's eyes gradually drifted, and she was a little distracted.