69novels Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Carl couldn't hold back, blinked his eyes, and smiled with his lips pursed.
This little trick was naturally discovered by Thor who was thinking about the past.
"Go ahead and laugh at me." He folded his arms and shook his head with a smile, his bright golden shoulder-length hair harassing his cheeks, "but at that time, even my father, who was always at odds with me, didn't laugh at me. He He didn't exile me, after all, I was young and I thought he was the greatest hero in the world - and I still think so - my father just let me slip to the earth."
"I didn't laugh at you," Carl said.
"Oh, really?" Thor said suspiciously, "you don't think I'm naive, stupid, and idealistic?"
"We generally don't use such classical vocabulary in our lives, so your accent is a bit funny, teacher..."
"Thor."
"Listen to you, Thor." Carl sat upright in his seat, staring at the handsome and young face in front of him, "I don't laugh because I think you are naive, stupid and idealistic. I laugh because I am Pictured you, and I thought, you must have been so cute. I mean, kind of goofy, childish, and desperate to prove cute."
"Thank you." Thor smiled again, "You were cute when you were young, much cuter than you are now!"
"I don't like to hear that. I'm cute enough now."
"It's not the same as your cuteness when you were a child." Thor said, "You are a big man now, but when you were a child, you looked like a little girl, and your temper was no different from a little girl. You are smart, sensitive, and a lot of strange things. Weird questions, and especially love to cry."
"Hmm..." Carl replied vaguely.
He couldn't wait to get out of this reminiscing conversation, because he didn't like hearing people reminisce about his childhood.
When you know that you are a Kryptonian, and then look back and listen to the experience you thought you were an ordinary human being, there will be an inexplicable sense of weirdness and alienation.
Obviously you are the main character that others are telling, and the things you can think of belong to yourself, but it just feels weird and wrong, and you just can’t match the you in those stories with yourself.
Carl is a little thankful that he doesn't have too many memories before the age of five, just like ordinary children, he is now in his 20s, and the things he can clearly recall can only be traced back to when he was about six years old, and the memories of about six years old Also very fragmented, only a few small pieces.
His memory became clearer and more coherent as the time passed, as if his childhood experiences were sealed by something and deliberately forgotten by himself.
This kind of feeling is wrong, the child's memory is like this, it is so vague and unclear, and he had no awakening ability under the suppression of the kryptonite emitter at that time, he was an ordinary human being at that time, and his memory mechanism also followed the ordinary human law.
Occasionally Carl thought about systematically recalling his childhood thoughts, but never acted on them.
He is already special enough, there is no need to make himself more special.
Fortunately, Thor didn't force him to continue this topic. Carl didn't answer, and Thor continued to talk about his experience when he was young.
He slipped out of Asgard and into the crowd, and there was great reverence and terror for the young boy.Asgard has not responded to their prayers for decades. Human beings have gradually given up the desire for a response to the belief in gods. Retaining such actions is just a custom and tradition.
No one really thought God would help them.
Even if they offered sacrifices of the best game and the best wine, even if they lighted bonfires and danced and sang under Asgard day and night, even if their chanting of the gods continued for days and days.
Then Thor came, enthusiastic and naive, bringing excellent weapons and crop seeds to mankind, and personally leading mankind to fight.He strives to fulfill all human wishes, using his innate sense of war, his mighty physique and his magic.
"I promised I would grant all their wishes," Thor said, "and I did."
But only a few decades, or less time, more than ten years, or a few years.
Thor can't tell clearly, he has lived for thousands of years, he can only remember a few things that happened in his childhood, and most of them are very vague.
He can't remember exactly how many good times he spent with humans, but he clearly remembers the event that brought everything down.
"A mother," he said, "that was a prayer from a mother."
Karl had already guessed what the matter might be.After all, there are only two or three options that break the ideals of young people. Either their own strength is insufficient, or the pressure of reality is too heavy, or both.
"You can't grant her wish," Carl said softly, "and that's the first time."
It's really hard for ordinary people to understand that frustration.This kind of frustration can only be understood by those who have always been successful, who have never failed, and whose life is as perfect as a fairy tale.
They haven't experienced failure, they haven't experienced disappointment.
They were born to be cultivated according to the standards of princes, and anything unqualified and not good enough will appear in front of them; crowds of people line up to serve them, waiting to achieve their vision; they learn All sorts of knowledge, and the awareness that they have a kingdom to inherit, and that those around them are their subjects, who will obey him, strengthen him, and seek the protection of his leadership.
It will build up an amazing amount of pride on their shoulders, and a sense of responsibility is rooted in their hearts in such strong anticipation.
They will live and die with their pride and sense of duty.
So you can't comfort them with "people will always fail", "it's not your fault" and "no one ever did this", because people always fail and they can't fail, because any mistake In the end it's all their fault, because if no one else can do something, then they are the ones who should do it.
Cal doesn't say anything to comfort Thor, because in a way, that's who he is too.
The welt of failure burning in their hearts, the pangs and guilt brewing in their sleep...they have to live with it, like every day, the sun rises.
"She begged me to resurrect her dead daughter." Thor clenched his fists in front of his face, with a heavy shadow in his tone, "I can't do it."
He cast his spell in front of that mother, knowing beforehand whether he could do it or not.The light appeared again and again, and went out again and again. The mother's expression changed from hope to despair, and every change in her expression was a torment for Thor.
In the end he was exhausted, and the girl lay in her mother's arms without any sign of her heart beating again.
"Then I went home, distraught, flustered, miserable, miserable, and ashamed. My mother comforted me, and my father accepted me," Thor said. "That was my first time in the atrium."
"Did you do it then?" Carl asked. "Can you bring people back to life now?"
Thor stared into Carl's pupils.
"You asked two questions. That makes it hard for me to answer," he said.
"Okay." Carl nodded, without further questioning.
"You will like Earth, I mean, Atrium." He smiled and tilted his head to look at Thor seriously, "It's just that your identity is still a problem, I don't think you would like to change your image... Sorry, Thor, a lot of people know you left with Superman, so Kal-El can't just pop up and help you, and you'll let me reveal my secret identity."
"It's nothing, I didn't come to the atrium for fun." Thor said, "Mjolnir is still with you, so I will stay here."
"Take this." Carl tossed the portal gun to him.
Thor held him in his hand and looked at it, and said in amazement: "It's really an exquisite space device. Did you make it?"
"No." Carl replied, "Ordinary people can't make this kind of thing, only mad scientists can."
"Use it carefully, this thing is very easy to damage, after it breaks, Rick is likely to rush into this world fully armed... It will be a disaster. He may destroy this world unintentionally. I suggest you Put it in the magic space. The coordinate setting is a fool mode, and you will know how to use it after a few times of playing... Keep it for you. Return it to me when the energy is insufficient. I will go to Rick, it's Energy is also 'made by Rick' and cannot be imitated by others."
"Sounds like you've made a great friend," Thor commented.
"He's not my friend. Even for me, he's crazy."
The second day in Gotham City was still the same, with overcast clouds and thick air, and all the curtains in the castle were drawn. Even so, it was still necessary to turn on most of the lighting equipment in the appropriate room to maintain the light.
Carl was one of the first to get up.Not surprisingly.
Dick was awake, he had classes this morning, and he was sitting at the table eating breakfast.Milk with fried eggs, a small salad sprinkled with too much oatmeal, fresh fruit, colorful, looks quite appetizing.
"Good morning." Carl greeted happily, sat next to Dick, and asked knowingly, "You don't seem to be in a good mood. What's the matter? Did you not sleep well last night?"
He was wearing pajamas that fit just right, presumably Alfred made them just for him.
Sometimes Karl can't help but want to complain about how bad Bruce behaved in front of the old butler, and how little Aff lacked confidence in Bruce's ability to make friends, which made the old butler work so hard to help himself in front of Bruce's friends The master brushes up his favor.
Said the butler the butler will be here.