After half a day of negotiation and tension, the two sides hadn't even finalized an initial intention to reach a consensus.

Neither side showed any eagerness. ​​

The White House wanted to hold a peace summit -- the President and cabinet chose to agree and support Luke's proposal after seriously considering it.

Atlantis was like a whale lying on the beach, temporarily incapacitated.

But the strength and appetite of one person alone were unable to consume it cleanly.

At this time, a group of 'temporary allies' should be called.

As for Atlantis, they had no other ideas.

They just wanted to stall, stall hard!

Bad things were bound to happen, but it was better for it to be late than early!

As the night deepened, the hour hand on the wall pointed to 10 o'clock.

Luke, who had just finished an after-dinner workout at the Baxter Building in Manhattan, flew straight to his guest room at Ellis Island.

The suite he stayed in had a wonderful view, just in front of the Immigration Museum, and he could see the Statue of Liberty standing there when he opened the curtains.

'Establishing diplomacy, technology exchange and resource trade ... This was the bottom line of negotiations in the White House, and is a necessary condition to be able to bring those countries to the alliance front. '

Luke looked out at the huge statue under the night sky. The torch he held shone like a lighthouse.

It was a gift from the French to the United States for the centenary of independence and later became a New York landmark.

In those years when the tide of immigration prevailed, every time a passenger ship sailed into the port on the Hudson River, someone would always see the Statue of Liberty and then shout 'America!'

Then, the whole ship erupted in cheers and boisterous voices.

People pursued the so-called dream of freedom and set foot on the North American continent.

But for most of them, the so-called 'American Dream' was just a lie.

In America during the Great Depression, dreams were broken everywhere.

Even people jumping from the rooftop had to wait in line. For example, if you chose a landmark building or a Wall Street firm, you might have to wait an hour or two for your turn.

'I hope Namor is more foolish than I expect and is prepared to use his planetary weapons to deliver an annihilating attack -- a decision that would be enough to send Atlantis into the abyss. '

Luke stopped his hand just as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt.

Although he hasn't started to learn magic yet, he sensed the fluctuations of space with the basic attributes granted by the card.

As expected, sparks of magic jumped and flickered, opening a circular passage.

"Ancient One, can you knock on the door when you come again next time? If I'm doing some exercise, I'm suddenly caught in the middle of it; I'm likely to be left with a trauma."

Luke stared at the shiny bald head and gently reminded the other party to pay attention to basic manners.

"Uh ..."

Ancient One frowned slightly; since she became a master of the arts, she hasn't walked through a door for many years.

"Sorry, let's start over."

The Sorcerer Supreme thought carefully for a while and thought that Luke made a good point. So she turned and walked into the circular passage where the magic sparks were dancing.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Luke's mouth twitched; he didn't know what to say.

This Sorcerer Supreme was honest and frank.

When he opened the door, it was the Ancient One outside who had changed into a proper suit with a shiny head.

"I have consulted with several masters, and they all said that this is more formal."

With a smile, she loosened her tie and said, "Besides, I always make sure you're free every time I come over."

'So, you often peek into my private life with Window on the Worlds?'

Luke resisted his inner desire to spit and go to Kamar Taj. He had to study magic to block out the Sorcerer Supreme's invisible stares.

Otherwise, when playing in bed, he was afraid to go weak when he thought of someone watching suddenly.

He didn't have a bad habit of exposing his fetishes!

"Major General Cavill, you don't have to worry about that."

The Ancient One seemed to have guessed Luke's thoughts and explained, "Sorcerer Supremes doesn't have a bad habit of peeking. So we all took the initiative to put a special spell on the 'Window of the Worlds'."

"Even if you accidentally peek into your private life, the image will immediately become blurred; this is the request of the Trinity of Vishanti in response to the call of an unspoken being in the multidimensional world."

'What?'

'They can pixelate?'

Luke was shocked.

He could only say one thing, 'This is worthy of the Sorcerer Supreme!'

After finishing this boring topic, Luke sat on the soft sofa and smiled lightly, "If I remember correctly, didn't we just meet this morning? Can't you call me if there's something wrong?"

He took out a bottle of red wine that he had put in the ice bucket and poured himself a glass.

Then he looked up at the Ancient One. The other party shook her head, indicating that she had no habit of drinking.

"Even a master in the sanctuary should learn to keep pace with the times, and face-to-face communication and conversation would be abandoned by the times sooner or later. Therefore, I recommend Kamar Taj and Temple of the Three to purchase a batch of the latest mobile phones from SkyNet."

"Although the bad signal may be a thorny problem that's difficult to solve so soon, it should not affect the masters of the New York Sanctum. Trust me; it's a must-have item for home and travel!"

The Ancient One glanced at the large, bulky mobile phone on the table, but her heart didn't fluctuate.

She showed little interest in Luke's unconvincing sales promotion.

Generally speaking, masters prefer to keep pets such as crows, white doves, or wolf spirits to send messages.

Moreover, with the Sling Ring, even from the other side of the world, it only took a moment to cast a spell to travel to New York.

Quite convenient!

One might wonder how much money they could save on air travel expenses in a year.

"Major General, in our view, the confidentiality aspect of electronic products may not be high enough, and the risk of compromise is high."

The Ancient One explained.

She was interested in novel things, such as radio and television.

She often uses the 'Window of the Worlds' to watch movies and operas for free -- the ones that are in theaters.

The development of technology could change people's lives much more than magic.

"What is it that warranted a visit from Master Ancient One personally?"

Luke, who failed in a sale, took a sip of red wine and whispered, "Is there something wrong with Namor?"

The Ancient One, wearing a suit, sat opposite the Major General.

The Sorcerer Supreme tends to be neutral in appearance.

After changing into modern menswear, her gender was even more indistinguishable.

"Probably because of his mental guidance, Namor was persuaded by Sebastian Shaw."

The Ancient One said lightly.

Ever since the brainless and cheerless duo had the idea of activating the Continental Shelf Oscillator, they had been on her priority list of dangerous people to monitor.

Those two were hiding in the fortress and secretly talking, thinking they could fool everyone.

Unknown to anyone there, they took out the planetary weapon.

But they didn't expect that the Sorcerer Supreme would note their names down.

"As expected of Namor!"

Luke clapped his hands in admiration; this guy's ability to make things worse had never disappointed.

"So, what should we do next? Should S.H.I.E.L.D. intervene to stop the two madmen's plan to exterminate the world, or should we leave it to the Temple of the Three and let you handle it?"

The Ancient One shook her head and rejected the latter.

Unless necessary, Kamar Taj and the Temple of the Three were unwilling to reveal their existence.

"Major General Cavill, you don't have to pay attention to manners and humility at this time. S.H.I.E.L.D can't wait to make its debut, and you -- can kick Namor off the throne with momentum."

The Ancient One had already read the other party's mind and laughed, "Everything is in your plan! Are you saying that the famed Major General is willing to give credit to the Temple of the Three?"

"Ahem! I ... I just habitually asked. This is basic courtesy."

Luke cleared his throat and digressed, "I think, Master Ancient One, you know their specific location. Please tell me straight away."

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