Chapter 838: The Professor with a Secret, the Asgardians Who Remain on Earth

"What?" Randolph's eyes widened in astonishment. "How could you?"

"How can I be okay?" Aaron picked up his cane and turned it around twice, "I have also studied ancient runes.

I can roughly tell what kind of magic the runes on the staff have. They increase strength by amplifying the anger in one's heart, similar to adrenaline, but a super-enhanced version.

But unfortunately, it doesn’t affect my mood.”

"That's really...amazing!" Randolph said with a wry smile.

"Let's get back to the point! Professor, where is the third piece of the cane?"

"how could I know?"

"You are an expert in Norse mythology, and the stories you tell are very real. It's almost like..." Aaron paused and looked at him meaningfully, "It's like you experienced it yourself."

"It's just a myth!" Randolph's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't care. "It has its own logic if it can be passed down."

“Berserker came to Earth to fight, but he fell in love.

In order to prevent the cane from falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives, it was divided into three parts and hidden separately, and a riddle was left as to the hiding place.

The story is vivid, but there is one thing that is easy to be overlooked.

Berserkers are Asgardians, and even the most common Asgardians have a lifespan of five thousand years."

Gulu!

Randolph swallowed imperceptibly, "What do you want to say?"

“Since the Berserker came to Earth to carry out combat missions, he should be in his prime, and one or two thousand years old is a reasonable guess.

Even if you add another thousand years to his life, three thousand years would be the maximum.

By this calculation, even if thousands of years have passed, the Berserker should still be alive, and he still has at least another thousand years to enjoy life.

So the question is, Professor Randolph, who do you think this Berserker is? Where is he hiding?"

"This, this touches upon my blind spot of knowledge."

"I didn't mean to doubt you," Aaron shrugged. "If you didn't do anything, I would just think of you as an expert who is extremely obsessed with Norse mythology.

But you have the Berserker's manuscript, and the manuscript also records the hiding place of the Berserker's staff.

You knew how to solve the puzzles, and it didn't make sense for someone obsessed with Norse mythology that you hadn't tried to figure it out all these years.

Professor, your obsession with Norse mythology is probably no less than that of the pagans!"

“I was certainly interested in that history, but out of respect for the Berserker I suppressed my desire to explore his staff.

To be honest, if I hadn’t known that a cult had found it, I wouldn’t have come here to look for the second piece of the cane, and I didn’t even think I would find it.”

"Haha! Professor, I like your quibbling." Aaron curled his lips and said, "It's just that the first piece of the cane is in Norway, which is the birthplace of Norse mythology, but the second piece of the cane is in Seville, where you work and live. Isn't this too coincidental?"

"Hmm! That's quite a coincidence.

Perhaps it was God's will that I should find this staff before those pagans did."

Aaron's mouth twitched, and he continued: "Professor, you were able to find this cane before S.H.I.E.L.D.

For ordinary people, this efficiency is a bit outrageous. "

Snapped!

Randolph clapped his hands and smiled bitterly, "I admit that I have selfish motives. I want to give it a try and be the first person to study it.

I was able to control myself before, but this time... I can’t seem to control myself anymore.”

Aaron:......

Wow, his face is almost as thick as mine.

"You're going to refuse to admit it, right? It doesn't matter." Aaron smiled indifferently, then took out the flintlock from the space ring, "I have a simple and crude test method.

Asgardians are much stronger than ordinary earthlings. They won't die from one or two bullets, and will only suffer minor injuries at most."

Hearing this, Randolph's face turned green.

Damn! You can’t afford to play, right?

"Wait, you can't do this." Randolph said hurriedly, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a formal and legal organization after all. Using a gun is too much. Coulson won't allow it."

"Haha! I don't know whether SHIELD is formal and legal, but I am only a partner with SHIELD and cannot be considered a formal employee.

As for Coulson... I'm sorry, he can't give me orders yet." Aaron said as he slowly raised the flintlock and pointed the muzzle at Randolph.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, an indescribable sense of danger arises spontaneously.

"Product of alchemy?" Randolph looked at the exquisite patterns on the red spider lily and immediately understood where the palpitations came from.

“I have vision, and I happen to be an alchemist.

But you don't have to worry too much, I'm also a doctor, I know how to handle it with discretion, and I won't let anything happen to you."

Aaron smiled and tapped his finger on the trigger.

At the critical moment, Randolph no longer hid and acted quickly.

He had no intention of hurting anyone, he just simply wanted to take the gun to prevent Aaron from hurting him. He could explain it slowly later.

boom!

Randolph paused, then flew backwards, his eyes full of disbelief.

Aaron slowly retracted his foot and pulled the trigger under Randolph's astonished gaze.

Click!Click!Click!

“I was in a bit of a hurry to go out this time and didn’t load the gun.

But your behavior just now is not what an ordinary middle-aged person should have."

Randolph sneered, realizing that he had been a little impulsive.

But he was also sure of one thing, Aaron didn't seem to have any ill will towards him.

Randolph patted his butt and stood up, looking at Aaron seriously, "You don't look like an ordinary young man."

"It's just natural strength."

“Born with supernatural powers, and an alchemist.

Although I have lived in the courtyard in a low profile for a thousand years, it does not mean that my brain will degenerate with age. Who are you?"

"For people like you, let's just understand it this way!" Aaron said meaningfully, "Now can you tell me where the third section of the cane is, retired berserker?"

"What do you want to do with it?" Randolph asked warily.

“Don’t get me wrong, I just want to collect and do some research.

You can rest assured that I won’t use it to do anything harmful.”

Randolph was skeptical, and after a few seconds of silence, the balance in his heart shifted towards "belief".

Aaron is not affected by the berserker's staff, but there are three types of people who are not affected by the staff. The first type is those who have no anger in their hearts and are as pure as a blank sheet of paper. The second type is those who have anger in their hearts but can forcibly suppress and face this anger. As for the third type... they are terribly strong, far beyond the range of the staff.

In his opinion, Aaron couldn't be the first type. He didn't look like a simple person. The third type could also be ruled out temporarily. He looked too young to be that strong. Moreover, the third type of people would not even think highly of artifacts like the Berserker's staff.

Then it can only be the second type, someone with a strong character and not a bad person.

"Okay! It's not that I can't tell you, but what can I get?"

"what do you want?"

"Keep my identity secret. I still want to live a stable life on Earth!" Randolph said helplessly, "In the Middle Ages, the people of the Atrium regarded the Asgardians as gods. Now..."

"It's the same now. The appearance of Thor has further confirmed the existence of God."

"It's different, it's different." Randolph laughed, "Since I gave up the power of the Berserker, I gave up my identity as a god.

But I am an Asgardian after all. Once my identity is exposed, my comfortable life will be gone. I don’t want to be a star, and I don’t want to be sliced ​​on a test bench.”

"You can see this clearly." Aaron nodded slightly. He could understand Randolph's thoughts. After all, he was also an outsider who lived in the atrium.

"Okay, I agreed.

But let me be clear in advance, I can keep it a secret, but if other people guess it it's none of my business.

Friendly reminder: don’t underestimate S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although this organization is nothing on Earth, it is an official organization after all, so it is quite capable and has many talented people inside. "

"Colson?" Randolph scratched his hair in frustration, "I'll pay attention.

By the way, I still don’t know your name.”

"Um... just call me Aaron."

Aaron smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.

As for his last name, he chose to conceal it. After all, the relationship between Asgard and Gaius was a little too close, and there was no guarantee that Randolph would not think too much.

"Okay, Aaron." Randolph pursed his lips, "As you guessed, the third piece of the cane is indeed in a church."

"Location."

"Ireland, that's me..."

"Aaron, Professor Randolph." Coulson hurried over with Fitz.

What the hell!

You came just in time, if you were a few seconds later you would be dead!

Aaron secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't take it too seriously.

The Berserker's staff will be given to him eventually. It doesn't matter if he finds it himself or SHIELD finds it and gives it to him sooner or later.

"Professor, you seem to be hiding something from us."

"The cane is in Aaron's hand now." Randolph spread his hands and said, "I found it, but I didn't have time to inform you."

Colson: ...

Do you think I believe it or not?

......

airbus.

Elliot Randolph was taken to the interrogation room as expected, and was given a pair of silver bracelets.

Ward was taken to the laboratory by Fitz and Simmons and put on various instruments to monitor his physical condition.

“There’s really no need to do that.”

“It’s necessary, Ward.

You just passed out and you're not acting right."

"Coulson ordered me to give you a thorough examination," Simmons said, "I have to follow his orders.

Did you feel claustrophobic before you lost consciousness?"

"Why do you ask?"

"She's ruling out a panic attack," Fitz said.

"I'm never afraid, ever."

"Okay, that's ruled out."

"You touched the cane, didn't you?"

"Are there any lingering symptoms? Do you feel you have unusual powers?"

Ward was breathing rapidly, his eyes fixed on the surveillance camera in the interrogation room. Randolph was sitting quietly in a chair waiting, "Let me try with that guy!"

"Let's not do that!" Skye said.

"What's the last thing you remember before you passed out?" Fitz asked.

"This is such a waste of time." Ward pulled his hand out of the blood pressure monitor angrily, "We have to find a cane as soon as possible."

"What do you remember?"

"Something I haven't thought about in a long time."

"Let's not ask." Skye said.

"He just pulled his arm out."

"Quiet." Ward said coldly, and the laboratory suddenly became quiet. "I want to hear what he says."

The three of them looked at each other and turned their eyes to the big screen.

......

trial room.

Aaron poured a glass of mellow brandy. The amber liquid sparkled attractively under the dim light. "I'll treat you to a drink."

"Thank you." Randolph took the glass and took a sip with a smile. "Fine brandy. This kind of wine is not cheap. I have had the honor of tasting it before."

"I didn't have time to ask you before, I hope you will cooperate next time." Aaron looked at him meaningfully and said, "By the way, SHIELD also relies on evidence when handling cases, you'd better not make up stories."

Randolph immediately understood what he meant. He could make up a story. Anyway, SHIELD had no evidence.

"no problem."

“Also, I have a little interest in Norse mythology.

Once we get the Berserker's staff back, we might be able to have a brief conversation."

At this time, the door of the interrogation room opened and Coulson walked in.

After Randolph finished the glass of wine, Coulson sat down and began to interrogate him, "My men are injured."

"I don't want that either."

"So what do you want?" Coulson asked, "to have the power of the cane all to yourself?"

"That's not the case at all." Randolph sighed and shook his head. "I just want to be the first person to study it and prove that the Berserkers really came here and are part of history. Just think about it!"

"I'm thinking about it!"

"How did they find it?"

"How should I know? They may have the original text, and it has nothing to do with me.

It’s just an opportunity to discover what God has brought from Heaven.”

"It was brought by aliens from outer space." Coulson emphasized, "I've been alone with aliens before, and it didn't end well.

So I am very sensitive to such cases.”

"That's all I know."

"Professor, maybe you need to calm down and think about it." Coulson stood up, opened the door and walked out.

"Don't worry about it. Agent Coulson has been stabbed in the heart by aliens before."

"I don't know about that."

"It was done by Loki, the second prince of Asgard." Aaron said jokingly, "That knife was extremely sharp, from the back to the chest."

Randolph's expression froze, he had also heard of the name of the God of Trickery.

"He's actually still alive? Uh... I mean how did he survive?"

"He was lucky." Aaron raised his eyebrows and said something the other party could accept, "It was a medical miracle. The director of SHIELD spent a lot of resources (money) to barely save him."