Jörmungandr blew out a puff of air through his nose, trying to push Schiller away. Now he was annoyed when he saw this cunning human...

"Don't be angry. Even if the prophecy comes true, you will just die with Thor. At least you can leave a life now."

"If not for this, would I just scold you a few words?!"

Jörmungandr snorted coldly, then put his head on his coiled body, closed his eyes, and refused to continue communicating with Schiller.

Earth, Wakanda, after the Leopard God returned to his surroundings, he looked at T'Challa who was still lying on the ground covered in black energy. He sighed slightly, and then took out a piece of snake skin from nowhere.

With a flash of cold light from his claws, he cut it into a circle.

Soon, he heard a knock on the door. After opening the door of the dimension, Schiller's figure appeared in front of him. The Leopard God took the umbrella from his hand impatiently. After a while, someone suddenly

A new umbrella with a cover made of the earthly python's skin is ready.

After the new umbrella was ready, Schiller tapped the umbrella tube lightly with his fingers, and then put the tip of the umbrella against T'Challa's forehead. Soon, the black energy was sucked back into the umbrella tube.

“How about a membership gift for new members?”

The black panther let out an "ouch", but Schiller understood. He was saying "Not so good!"

The Leopard God opened a portal and signaled Schiller to leave quickly. After Schiller stepped in, he found that the opposite side was his sanatorium office, but there was another figure in the office at this time, and that was Natasha.

Schiller greeted her and then said: "How is the damage survey going? That thunder was really powerful, wasn't it?"

"Yes, this bank has a long history. I'm afraid it can't be repaired after it was struck by lightning." Natasha shook her head and said in a measured tone: "But it's not your fault, ah

Dean Cam."

"It is very regrettable that you may have to move to that luxurious private resort in the western suburbs of New York and convert it into a new nursing home."

"Oh, I've heard about it. The owner of that resort center was unfortunately deported back to Russia. To be honest, I don't dare to use a place that was used by Russians..."

"But it's a seaside resort, with a large healing center, private hospital, golf course, horse farm..."

"Greedy Russian."

Natasha nodded and agreed: "Greedy Russian."

After nightfall, Schiller was looking at his new umbrella fondly. After looking at it for a while, he stood up and looked at the New York night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. There was a star shining particularly brightly there.

Schiller's eyes seemed to have crossed countless stars and passed through layers of dimensions to see that beautiful and ancient country.

He lowered his head, picked up his umbrella again, looked at it, and then said

"Look, a beautiful new umbrella."
Chapter completed!