"Norse mythology, it's true."

Asa Zuo brewed a certain ceremonial tone, and said in a low voice, expecting to see his father's expression change greatly.

James looked up at him, his eyes seemed to be looking at the helplessness of a naïve and silly boy, and said calmly: "You don't need to tell me, I know very well whether there is any news about that 'thing'." ”

"No, I've searched all the locations you gave me, and there's no credible news other than bringing back the local ancient books that were handed to you earlier, but-"

Asa Zuo smiled slyly, shook his tail, and said with a gesture of merit: "Dad, you may not understand, when teleporting, I will enter a strange space or... Well... It's like being in a huge room full of transparent bubbles, large and small, and I can feel which bubble space I can enter. ”

He lay on the leather sofa in the study with a big grin, crossed his legs, and continued: "Then I found a deep and vast underground space, inside... Tsk..."

"Don't talk nonsense, talk about it."

"I'll show you." As soon as the words fell, Asa raised black smoke from the left, put one hand on James's arm, and there was another muffled sound, and the two disappeared into the study.

This is an empty, huge and dead underground cave, with a height of more than ten meters, the temperature is extremely low, and an underground river more than ten meters wide is frozen.

James' eyes can adapt to the dark environment underground, and Asa Zuo flickered twice, holding a lantern in his hand.

The light illuminated the scene in the cave more clearly, and a sense of barrenness and loneliness came to the face, and the cave was stacked layer upon layer, and even the end could not be seen at a glance, all of them were the corpses of giants with blue and black skin.

"The Ice Giants of Jotunheim..."

James muttered to himself, the remains of these giants who were at least three meters tall before their deaths, like a magnificent and epic group of ancient sculptures, those stumps and tattered torsos, and the hideous faces left behind when they died, all told the tragedy of the eternal war.

He approached and looked at the remains of the ice giants, pausing along the cave, and talking about stories from Norse mythology.

"Around 965 A.D., the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, the Frost Country, attempted to conquer the human world, and landed in Tensberg, Norway, where the Asgardian God Domain, the heavenly soldiers descended, fought against the Frost Giants, and after the victory, Odin, the king of the gods, hid the treasure with infinite energy in the human world."

Asa Zuo followed behind James, looking at these frost giants stacked on top of each other with different dead appearances, and said curiously: "So they are born like ice lumps, and they will not rot after death." ”

James unleashed a bone claw, like a single knife, and sliced off the hand of an ice giant, the texture of which was like a rock.

"They shouldn't be as hard as pure ice before they die, so let's go back and do some research."

As he spoke, he gave the hand to Asa Zuo, and the Red Devil screamed, scrambling to grab the giant hand that could hold the size of his own head.

They continued to search and look at the corpses of the frost giants, except for the simple fabrics that covered their lower bodies, some rough armor of specific materials, and some of the ice giants had huge ice picks extending from their arms, presumably this was their natural weapon.

Asa picked a smaller, calmer-looking Ice Giant's head and motioned for James to cut it off.

His current habit of collecting souvenirs is becoming more and more serious and weird.

More than half a month later.

"Sir, that little Mr. Steve Rogers is outside the manor, and he wants to ask if you are at home."

Butler Casper came to the underground of the manor, looked at a pile of huge blue-black body tissue, and bowed slightly to James.

"Steve Rogers? What's wrong with his mother? ”

"Madame Rogers is recovering well, and she should be discharged from the hospital in a few days, I have to advise you on this." Mr. Butler explained.

James put down the half-cut ice giant skull in his hand, the brain and tissue composition inside, like a delicate and strange anatomical demonstration specimen, he took off his gloves, changed his clothes, and walked up.

James was now accustomed to building spaces of varying sizes beneath each manor's mansion, which made it easy for him to practice and do some research.

Nearly a hundred years of experience and learning have already made him more than just a capital oligarch and a super mutant.

James is a little strange that little Steve will come to him, this child is not like a speculative camper, maybe the mother is getting better, come and thank you.

"Mr. Howlett, I'm taking the liberty of disturbing you, I've brought some self-made stew, and my mother is recovering well, and she keeps saying that when I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll be sure to come and thank you in person."

Little Steve took out a fairly delicate lunch box a little shyly, and blushed slightly and placed it on the marble table with red gemstone inlay.

His complexion looked much better, and his eyes were brighter, as if his whole person was in good spirits.

James smiled and gave a look to the attendant on the side, the attendant walked very fast, but he didn't see his body swinging sharply and took out a set of utensils and put it on the table, James opened the lunch box that Steve brought, which contained carrot beef stew, and he ate it like this.

Steve's face turned even redder, and he watched Mr. Howlett expertly eat beef stew with two silver stick-like cutlery, and praised him for it.

As if he had received great encouragement, he looked no longer so cautious and shy, and smiled happily.

"The beef stew is good, tell your mother that you don't need to be discharged from the hospital in a hurry, you have to cultivate thoroughly." James ate elegantly, but quickly, and continued to ask as little Steve looked a little speechless.

"What else is there to do today? Let's talk about it. "James's patience with this kid has never been better, and even he himself is a little strange.

"That's... The exercise method you taught me, I have been able to meet the requirements, that is, I am practicing, and I feel that I don't know what to practice later, is it still possible...... I can learn more..."

"Well, this kind of ability is not easy, as long as you persevere, if you are lucky, you can master it after two or three years of practice - you say you can do it?"

James finally ate the bottom-out beef stew, talking casually, reluctantly reacting to Little Steve's words, his eyes pierced, and the young man staring at him was a little uncomfortable.

The serious look in this Mr. Howlett is really stressful.

"Yes, I went back to practice for three days, and I was able to move the spine all the way up from the tail vertebrae, and then my body trembled and I got goosebumps all over my body."

"Three days!"

James's voice was slightly higher, and he put down the cutlery in his hand: "Make it for me." ”

Little Steve hurriedly answered twice, took off the brown jacket left by his father, wore a loose t-shirt, and staggered his feet slightly, constantly moving from his toes, driving his body to change several movements.

Suddenly, the force under Meng's feet, the body was like a spiritual snake winding to agitate the ridge, the force extended to the fingertips that pounced, the cold hairs on the arms and backs of the hands exploded, and the skin was covered with fine small bumps.

James pondered for a moment, nodded, his eyes became more and more different, and he let out a sigh, as if he was sighing something.

"I did it, and I am very skilled, so I haven't practiced less these days."

Young Steve nodded busily: "I practice every morning and evening, the more I practice, the more energetic I feel, and I don't sweat, at night according to the sleeping position you taught me, adjust my breathing, and sleep very well." ”

He saw that Mr. Howlett recognized him, and he was very excited to talk about the practice of the last half a month, and then he was embarrassed to ask what else he could practice later.

"These are just the simplest basics, there are many, many things to learn later, I can teach you, but you and I have no relatives and no reason, why?"

James asked Steve with great interest, his heart was shocked by this weak and ordinary, but tenacious young man, thinking that he had a very high level of understanding back then, and it took more than ten days of practice to initially master this most basic but core kung fu.

"I... I—" Steve muttered, he knew very well that it was a great fortune for a mysterious person like Mr. Howlett to be able to help him, and he really didn't know why he had let his family continue to teach him this magical skill.

James smiled, looking at this honest boy who was a little stupid and couldn't speak, and replaced Asa Zuo, who might have been out of the blue.

"If you accept me as a teacher, you can continue to teach you, but you have to be clear that this 'teacher' is not the kind you are in school, it is more like... The godfather as the Italians speak. ”

"I do." Steve didn't think much of it, and said in a quiet but crisp voice.

His father died in the war, his mother was still pregnant with him, and Steve, who had never lived with a male elder since he was a child, had a special affection for and dependence on Mr. Howlett.

Although they didn't have much time to meet and communicate, this gentleman, who looked extremely young but had an inexplicable temperament, made him full of trust.

James smiled, nodded and said, "You are still young, you may not know what this means, go back and explain what I said to your mother, and when she is discharged from the hospital, I will bring you to see me." ”

After finishing speaking, he corrected a few movements of little Steve, taught some new things, and watched the boy pedal on the bicycle, the back of the wind and fire, James smiled from the bottom of his heart after a long absence.

.............................

Boom!

The town of Guernica, Spain.

Johann Schmidt, head of the Third Reich's Weapons Research and Development Department, was watching the live-fire drills of the new tank, accompanied by the leading design engineer, Dr. Anim Zola.

Dr. Zola, an exiled senior engineer and geneticist from Switzerland, was notorious in the scientific community for conducting experimental research that defied human ethics and the law, and was expelled from the regular scientific department.

Schmidt was particularly impressed by Zola, and the two hit it off with their extreme and inhumane ideas.

"Very good, Dr. Zola, I think the Führer will be pleased, these tanks will come in handy in no time." Schmidt raised his chin proudly and patted the leather gloves he was holding in his palm.

"Finally! The Führer decided to march in full force? ”

Dr. Zola, who was short in stature and had a pair of round-rimmed glasses, looked at Schmidt with a feverishly trembling voice.

"Soon, soon German leather boots will be on the European continent and the whole world!"

Schmidt groaned slightly, stepped down from the high platform to watch the exercise, and continued to Zola, who was walking beside him.

"In two days, the head of state will specially convene the research and development and heads of various departments, you and I will go together, we will leave the most important impression on the head of state, so that the weapons research and development department can get the greatest support and trust."

Dr. Zola stood upright, saluted his not-so-skilled **, and said, "Dr. Erskine's research, I think, has basically succeeded. ”

"Oh?"

Schmidt was obviously in good spirits, and Zola and Erskine had similar fields, but Dr. Erskine was better at studying the limits of the human body, and he had been shirking that research was still far behind, even if Schmidt was threatened by his family.

With Dr. Zola's vision, John Schmidt decided not to wait any longer, his first step to gaining great power was coming.