bookmarkrole Chapter 105 Thor Collapses: My Brother's Contract is for Life?
Chapter 105 Thor Collapses: My Brother's Contract is for Life?
Lin Fan's attitude was less one of indifference and more one of complete disregard.
He was like an old man sitting in a rattan chair at the entrance of an alley, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, glancing at two lost foreign tourists out of the corner of his eye, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
Thor felt all the emotions he had been building up along the way, all the plans he had made, whether it was the eternal glory of Asgard, the supreme majesty of the father god Odin, or his own glorious achievements as the God of Thunder...
At this moment, it all turned into a ball of scalding magma, which blocked his throat.
Each word felt as heavy as a mountain, impossible to utter.
How do I start the conversation?
He addressed a young man who had just woken up and was burping from drinking soda, saying, "Mortal, I am the Thunder God, sent by the Father of the Gods to negotiate with you."
Thor had no doubt that if he actually said that, the other person would look at him like he was an idiot and then lazily ask, "Did you take your medicine?"
Atmosphere is a deadly thing.
In the end, it was Li Zhenguo who stepped forward. He felt his suit was soaked with cold sweat, and at this moment, his only purpose was to break the dead silence.
"Mr. Lin, it's like this." Li Zhenguo carefully considered every word, his voice dry as if he had walked in the desert for three days and three nights.
"This is Lord Thor, Mr. Loki's brother."
"He came here on the orders of His Majesty Odin, the King of Asgard, hoping... hoping to bring Mr. Loki back to Asgard."
After saying that, he held his breath and nervously observed Lin Fan's expression.
Lin Fan took another swig of soda, making a "glug glug glug" sound, and then slowly looked Loki up and down with the eyes of someone examining goods.
"Take him back?"
Lin Fan's tone revealed a hint of pure curiosity, as if he were asking about something unbelievable.
"Didn't he do a pretty good job here with me?"
He stretched out his finger, first pointing to the broom in Loki's hand, polished to a gleaming shine by divine power, and then to the clean bluestone floor that reflected one's image.
"Look how clean the floor is."
"Where can I find another employee as outstanding as this?"
Upon hearing this, Loki's handsome face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.
Outstanding employee?
I, Loki Odinson, the god of mischief known throughout the Nine Realms, the prince of Asgard, am I merely a "good employee" in your eyes?!
This was even more humiliating than having a sword pierce his heart!
Thor's eyes twitched violently, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping Mjolnir bulged. He forcibly restrained the urge to raze the alley to the ground, trying to make his voice sound less like the roar of a wild beast.
"Mr. Lin Fan." He mimicked the way Earthlings addressed him, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Loki is the prince of Asgard. He cannot stay in Midgard forever, much less... sweep the floor here."
"This concerns the dignity of Asgard."
"dignity?"
Lin Fan smiled, a faint smile that sent a strange shiver down Thor's spine.
He put down his soda bottle, slowly stood up, and strolled over to Loki.
"Smack."
He slapped Loki on the shoulder, not hard, but it made the god's body tremble.
Lin Fan looked at Thor and said, "Dignity, he came here himself and threw it away with his own hands."
"He came to my territory and caused trouble. I didn't kill him on the spot. I just made him stay and sweep the floor to pay off his debt. That was the greatest mercy I could give."
"Besides," Lin Fan changed the subject, his tone becoming matter-of-fact.
"He is now my employee; we have a contract."
"Words in black and white are protected by the highest laws of the universe."
"contract?"
Thor has completely crashed.
For the first time, his brain, the mind that had experienced countless interstellar wars and witnessed the birth and death of the universe, encountered information it could not process.
They captured a god, didn't kill or torture him, and even made him sign a... labor contract?
"That's right, the contract." Lin Fan nodded, too lazy to even do it himself, and simply called out to the courtyard.
"Ares!"
"Yes, sir! What are your orders?"
A thunderous response came from the backyard, and the next second, a burly man with bulging muscles, wearing only a dirty apron around his waist, rushed out like a whirlwind, carrying a still dripping toilet brush.
He snapped to attention and bowed respectfully to Lin Fan, his posture more fervent than that of the most devout believer meeting a deity.
Thor's pupils suddenly contracted.
Ares!
He recognized this guy! The God of War of Olympus! A madman whose mind was devoid of anything but fighting!
But now, this war god who was once on par with him is actually... carrying a toilet brush and wagging his tail like a dog?
"Go, bring me the personnel file, the one for that new janitor," Lin Fan casually ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
Ares accepted the order, and another gust of wind swept into the house.
Soon, he ran out holding a piece of paper. The "paper" was neither gold nor jade, but emitted a faint golden light, and flowed with an aura of law that made Thor's heart tremble.
Ares presented it to Lin Fan with both hands.
Lin Fan took the so-called "contract" and casually waved it in front of Thor.
"Here, see for yourself."
Thor moved closer almost instinctively.
On the contract, written in a strange script he had never seen before, yet whose meaning could be directly imprinted deep within his soul, were clearly the following words:
—"Lifetime Employment Contract for Courtyard House Employees"
Party A: Mr. Lin Fan
Party B: Loki Odinson
Contract Term: Lifetime. (From the date of signing until the death of Party B, or until Party A carries out "humane annihilation" of Party B)
Salary and benefits: None. Meals and accommodation are provided (the specific amount will vary depending on the employer's mood and the employee's performance).
Job duties: Responsible for cleaning and sanitation of the courtyard entrance and alley area, including but not limited to sweeping, dusting, cleaning up small animals and other miscellaneous tasks.
Liability for breach of contract: If Party B neglects its duties, runs away, or engages in any behavior against Party A's will, Party A has the right to impose penalties on Party B based on the fundamental principle of "it depends on my mood," including but not limited to "cleaning outhouses for three thousand years," "carrying cement into a black hole," "formatting and resetting," and "humane destruction."
The final interpretation of this contract rests with Party A.
At the very bottom of the contract was Loki's scrawled and distorted signature, and a bright red, bloody handprint that exuded a divine aura.
"..."
Thor read through this slave contract, which could be described as the most domineering and shameless in the three realms, word by word, and was struck dumb, frozen in place.
Lifetime employment?
Is the punishment euthanasia?
It depends on his mood?!
He turned his neck slowly, as if it were rusty, and stared at his younger brother with a look that seemed to say, "Did a troll step on your brain?"
Loki awkwardly avoided his gaze, his face a mixture of red, blue, and white, a truly fascinating sight.
What could he do? He was desperate too!
In that situation, if they didn't sign, they would immediately be used as punching bags by that madman named Ares and beaten until their divine status shattered! If they signed, at least they could prolong their lives!
"See that?" Lin Fan took back the contract and threw it back to Ares like trash.
"It's clearly stated in the contract that he is my lifelong employee."
"Your attempt to take him away constitutes a unilateral breach of contract and is a serious breach of contract."
"According to our rules here, that's a breach of contract..."
Lin Fan's lips curled into a smile that would make Loki's soul tremble.
"But you'll have to pay a penalty for breach of contract."
coming!
It is coming!
The boss's familiar, ingrained routine is back again!
Loki let out a desperate wail in his heart. Back then, those Earth ninjas, sorcerers, and super soldiers were gradually exploited and drained of their marrow by him!
Now, it's finally his brother's turn!
Thor's brow furrowed into a tight knot.
He understood.
The other party's meaning was simple and blunt: Loki is mine now. You can take him away if you want, but you'll have to pay to ransom him.
This is no longer negotiation; this is blatant kidnapping! Extortion!
But then, the other party produced a "contract" that seemed absurd yet contained supreme laws, making the kidnapping case seem perfectly justified and leaving him with no excuse to refute it!
Thor's chest heaved violently as he forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
He remembered the Father's instructions: communicate, not fight.
"I admit that Loki offended you, and it was his fault. We, Asgard, are willing to make amends for this," Thor said, his voice low and deliberate.
"Please name your price. We will do our best to fulfill any request within our capabilities."
He felt that since the other party had mentioned "money," there was still room for maneuver.
The mortals of Midgard pursued nothing more than mundane things like gold and jewels. And these things were piled up like mountains in the golden palaces of Asgard.
However, Lin Fan's reaction shattered his understanding once again.
Lin Fan looked at him with great interest, as if he were looking at an innocent child.
Then, he gently shook his head.
"money?"
"I'm not interested in that stuff."