Chapter 1058: Convincing T'Chaka, a Necessary Condition for the Transaction

Vienna.

Reporters from all over the world stood in front of the camera to introduce this special UN meeting.

Natasha Romanoff took Aaron into the building, but the latter looked a little unhappy.

"Press pass?" Aaron pointed at the pass hanging around his neck. "Is this the admission you got me? That's so fucking exaggerated!"

"Your speech in the conference room that day irritated Tony. He originally wanted to assign you a security guard identity, but considering that you were going to contact the King of Wakanda, he turned you into a reporter."

"Why are you so petty?"

“It’s not the first day you’ve known him.

What’s more, the journalists are respectable enough and it is enough to achieve their goals.”

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Have you made your choice?"

"Tony, Rhodes, Vision, and I will sign the Sokovia Accords. Steve and Sam will be assigned to S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury and Ms. Peggy have already convinced the Board of Directors.

Patton said he is retired, he has a family and children, and we can all understand that he doesn't want to continue to get involved in these matters, and no one will deliberately make things difficult for him.

I couldn't get through to Banner on the phone, but I knew without asking that he would definitely not sign.

As for Thor...the others are not on Earth."

"Now only Wanda is left. Whether she can retire peacefully depends on whether you can change Wakanda's attitude."

"Don't worry, I'm absolutely sure."

"Excuse me, is this Miss Romanov?" A lady handed a document to Natasha, "I need your signature."

Natasha immediately put on a gentle smile and signed the document.

"Thank you."

"Neither of us seems to be used to being the center of attention." A black man in his twenties walked over.

"This is T'Challa, the only son of the King of Wakanda." Natasha introduced him to Aaron in a low voice, then smiled nonchalantly, "After all, this is not always a good thing."

"You've been doing well so far!

Given your past experience on Capitol Hill, you would not be comfortable around these people.”

"Indeed."

"For that alone, I'm grateful you came, Ms. Romanoff."

"Why? Don't you approve of this?"

"I support the Accords, but not the politics," T'Challa said solemnly, "Two people in a room can be more efficient than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move the piano." Wakanda King T'Chaka looked at his son with satisfaction. He brought him to the public for the first time. He was not nervous at all and behaved very decently.

"Father (Wakanda)."

"Child (Wakanda)."

"Ms. Romanoff."

"King T'Chaka." Natasha nodded implicitly, "Please allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria."

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed. "The meeting is about to start. Can you give me two minutes?"

"Who is this?" T'Chaka looked at Aaron and instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this reporter.

“Uh…” Natasha’s expression froze, and she said with a dry laugh: “Let me introduce you, this is Aaron Gaius, he is Wanda Maximoff’s boyfriend.

He wants to talk to you, so ask the Avengers to bring him here."

T'Chaka frowned slightly, "The meeting will begin soon. I will take some time after this."

"I'm afraid that won't work. Our conversation is only valuable in the few minutes before the meeting starts." Aaron said helplessly.

Hearing this, T'Chaka's frown deepened.

Before he could speak, T'Challa couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that?"

"Literally." Aaron was too lazy to explain, "Time is limited, please allow me to make it short.

Even if it's just my selfish desire as a man, I want to make a small deal with King T'Chaka.

Help me and Wanda bring a copy of the Holy Trinity's contract to the United Nations, and convince them to let Wanda Maximoff retire peacefully. As for the reward I can give... the stability of Wakanda."

As soon as the words fell, a gleam of light flashed in T'Chaka's eyes, T'Challa's face suddenly sank, and Natasha's expression twitched, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Wakanda may be just a small country in Africa, but we do not accept any threats." T'Chaka said solemnly, "For Miss Romanoff's sake, I can pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now."

"I'm serious, King T'Chaka." Aaron said very seriously, "I'm a fortune teller. The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. have both asked me to do fortune telling. I can definitely trust my accuracy."

"If it were that accurate, the eleven Wakanda citizens in Lagos would not have died, and Wanda Maximoff would not have been caught in the vortex." T'Challa said disdainfully. In his opinion, Aaron was completely exaggerating.

Although Wakanda is just a poor country in Africa, that is just a deliberate disguise. In fact, the resources and technology that Wakanda possesses are hundreds of years ahead of the world.

The stability of such a highly developed country will be shaken. This is not even a joke.

call!

Aaron let out a long breath, "Bastet, the Black Panther Goddess, I've seen her."

T'Challa's pupils shrank slightly, and he was about to say something when his father interrupted him with his hand, "Have you really seen the Black Panther Goddess?"

“There was an auction on the planet Tallin that attracted the attention of the entire universe. I saw many gods at that auction, including the beliefs of Wakanda.

In addition, I am one of the few humans on Earth who has been personally received by the God-King Odin.

I'm not saying this to show off, I just want to tell you that I can be trusted."

T'Chaka and T'Challa looked at each other, and then looked at the dazed Natasha Romanoff.

"What he said is true and trustworthy. I can vouch for him." Natasha said with some exhaustion, "He predicted the Chitauri invasion and the San Vanganza incident."

"Okay!" T'Chaka thought for a while, and with the idea that it's better to believe it than not, he said in a deep voice: "Tell me about your deal in detail."

"Please take your seats. The meeting is now officially starting." These words suddenly came from the stage.

"It seems that there is no time to elaborate." Aaron shrugged, "You just need to tell me whether you are willing to accept such a deal."

"If just doing a favor can ensure the stability of Wakanda, there is no reason for me as a king to refuse." T'Chaka said as a matter of course, "I accept."

"Okay, the contract is concluded.

I promise you will not regret it, Your Majesty."

After saying that, Aaron walked contentedly to a seat by the window, which was not too far from the podium, but also not too out of place.

Seeing this, T'Challa hesitated and followed.

"You said you were a fortune teller, so what did you predict?

Why would Wakanda fall into chaos?"

"Hmm..." Aaron thought for a while and looked at King T'Chaka who walked up to the podium, "He might be a good king and a respectable father."

"Of course."

"You are the prince of Wakanda, the future successor of Wakanda." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "Then may I ask your Highness, are you ready to ascend the throne as king?"

T'Challa's pupils suddenly contracted, and a flash of inspiration passed through his mind.

He immediately understood something and looked nervously at his father on the stage.

I should have thought of this earlier. If anything happened to the king, Wakanda would inevitably fall into chaos even if it was a stable country.

He was not worried about his inheritance rights, he was the only son and the leaders of other tribes also recognized him very much, but this did not mean that he did not love his father.

"Is your divination accurate?" T'Challa asked very seriously.

“This is not divination, this is prophecy.

I am a fortune teller after all, so it is reasonable for me to have a book of prophecies that can predict the future!" Aaron said in a calm tone, and gently wiped the ring on his left hand with his right hand, and an ancient book with an old man's face printed on it appeared in his hand.

"What is this?" T'Challa opened his eyes wide. Shouldn't Wakanda be the most developed country in the world? Even Shuri hasn't developed this space equipment yet!

"Space ring, a product of alchemy." Aaron said bluntly, and then turned the prophecy book to the latest page, "Take a look!"

The King of Wakanda will be killed in a terrorist attack during a UN meeting.

When T'Challa saw these words, he felt his hair stand on end and a bone-chilling feeling almost overwhelmed him instantly.

"In exchange for him doing me a small favor through this prophecy, Wakanda will definitely not lose out.

As long as the king is fine, the country will not be affected too much. This can be regarded as saving a family in disguise!"

Hearing this, T'Challa's face darkened. He was alert to his surroundings while keeping a close eye on his father on the stage, ready to pounce on him at any time.

After all, this was his first time attending a UN conference. Although he believed in Aaron's prophecy to a certain extent, there was no evidence or signs yet.

He couldn't interrupt his father's speech because of a small doubt. In case nothing happened, it would affect the image of Wakanda in the eyes of the world.

"Can you be more specific about this prophecy?" T'Challa asked in a low voice. "What kind of terrorist attack?"

"Let me be clear, I am only a fortune teller, my abilities are limited."

“When stolen Wakandan Vibranium is used to create horrific weapons, we Wakandans are forced to question our heritage.

The men and women killed in Nigeria were doing charity work in a country that has been in the shadows for too long.”

"However, we will not shrink from misfortune, and we will work hard to make the world we want to enter a better place."

"I am very grateful to the Avengers for their support of this project, and Wakanda is proud to contribute to peace..."

As T'Chaka said this, there was a sudden noisy sound outside.

"It's coming." Aaron said meaningfully.

T'Challa didn't care about anything else and immediately rushed to his father, "Everyone, lie down quickly."

boom!

With a loud bang, all the glass on the entire floor shattered, and flames and thick black smoke swept across the entire place in an instant.

The building shook violently. T'Challa was sitting on the ruined podium, hugging his unconscious father with bloodstained clothes, with a look of grief on his face.

He could feel his father's pulse and heartbeat, but they were very weak. His life was like a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.

"An ambulance, quick, call an ambulance."

Aaron walked quickly to the father and son and said, "One more thing to add, I am a part-time doctor. Although I don't have a license, I can barely be called a professional."

"Save him, save my father, please." T'Challa didn't care about anything else. The fortune teller in front of him was the last straw he could grasp.

"Don't worry. I won't let him die before Wanda's problem is solved." Aaron asked T'Challa to lay T'Chaka flat on the floor and lifted his eyelids to take a look. "It's okay. It's not too difficult to save him."

After stroking his chin and thinking for a while, Aaron raised his right hand and slapped T'Chaka's chest, waist and abdomen several times.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The force of the impact spread rapidly within T'Chaka's body. His body trembled violently, his face quickly turned red, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What are you doing?" T'Challa demanded angrily.

"Don't get excited." Natasha hurriedly stopped him, then pointed to the blood that T'Chaka vomited on the ground, "Take a closer look."

T'Challa looked at it doubtfully, and saw some broken internal organs, pieces of flesh, and black fragments that were almost invisible to the naked eye in the dark red blood.

"As a professional regeneration therapist, giving patients general anesthesia is a required course." Aaron said seriously, and then took out a thumb-sized blue bottle from the space ring, "Give him something to drink, and the injuries in his body will be barely stabilized.

In other words, after drinking this bottle of medicine, his life is no longer in danger."

"What is this?" Natasha asked curiously, "Almighty Potion or Phoenix Tears."

“Neither. After the prophecy was made in the book, I personally made it and spent a whole day to make this small bottle.

It is quite valuable, and is an enhanced version of the recovery potion that can nourish and repair the patient's body in all aspects."

Hearing what Aaron said, T'Challa immediately opened the bottle cap and carefully poured the liquid medicine into T'Chaka's mouth.

Then he knew what "immediate results" meant. His father's heartbeat and pulse suddenly became much stronger. Just as he said, he was no longer in danger.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. This is necessary to complete the deal." Aaron said nonchalantly.

"When will my father wake up?"

"If it's fast, it'll be tonight, if it's slow, it'll be tomorrow morning.

King T'Chaka has a very good foundation, so good that it's a little surprising.

But after all, he is old, and if he takes good care of himself, he can still live another 20 to 30 years." Aaron signaled T'Challa to rest assured, and then took out the contract from the space ring, "When King T'Chaka wakes up, give him this contract.

I paid a lot of money to ask the 'God of Contract' to guarantee that Wanda will retire peacefully. I hope King T'Chaka can make those politicians stop speculating about her with bad ideas and stop causing trouble for her. "