The five thousand year old girl of Meiman

In the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Diana was busy packing up a large sculpture that had just been collected with her colleagues.

"Oh~ be careful." When he looked a little distracted, Diana quickly stopped him.

After all, such large-scale sculptures are rare, and any problem will greatly reduce the work of art.

"Sorry, Diana." The male colleague scratched his head and said with embarrassment.

Diana just smiled at him and could only hope that he would not have such minor problems in his future work.

Just when the two were about to continue working, someone came in and said to Diana.

"Diana, the curator has something to do with you."

"Okay, let's go now." Diana took off her gloves and dust-proof coat, "You have to work hard. If there is something wrong with this sculpture, you can only work here until your grandson is born. It's free. kind."

After hearing what Diana said, the male colleague could only scratch his head naively, indicating that he understood.

Diana said nothing more and walked towards the curator's office.

In the curator's office at this moment, a one-eyed old man was chatting happily with the curator Thomas Campbell.

"Mr. Bolson, I have asked someone to notify Miss Prince." Thomas looked at the energetic old man in front of him. His right eye was covered with a piece of simple animal skin. "We have many wonderful people." There are experts in cultural relic appraisal, and I can introduce you to everyone.”

"They can't." The one-eyed old man known as Mr. Bolson just said calmly and denied the so-called experts Thomas said.

"But Miss Prince has only worked with us for about three years." Thomas finally said this.

In the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Diana could only be regarded as an unknown employee who had just started. Apart from her amazing beauty and solid foundation, there was nothing special about her.

"Why does it have to be Miss Prince this time?" Thomas leaned back in his chair and said with some confusion.

Mr. Borsen only used his remaining blue eyes to reveal a sense of oppression that was completely different from his status as a consultant to the Norwegian Museum of Cultural History.

Being stared at by that captivating look, Thomas unnaturally loosened his tie, feeling a little out of breath.

"Well, since Mr. Bolson doesn't want to say it, I won't force it." Thomas felt that the suffocation strangely disappeared after he said this.

"Tuk Tuk"

At this moment, someone knocked on the solid wood door with strong historical traces.

"Come in." Thomas said quickly. He hoped that Diana had arrived now. He really didn't want to face this strange old man alone.

"I heard you were looking for me, curator?" Living up to Thomas' expectations, it was Diana who came in at this time.

After seeing Diana come in, Thomas seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the slight feeling of embarrassment that he had felt was gone.

"Who is this?" Of course Diana noticed the one-eyed old man who was sitting there looking at her at this moment. There was a strange kindness on his face that was supposed to be full of majesty?

Diana wasn't sure, but it felt like kindness.

Before Thomas could introduce him, the one-eyed old man Mr. Bolson had already stood up and extended his hand to Diana: "Odin Bolson, first time meeting, Miss Prince."

"Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. Bolson." Diana held the old man's broad palm.

The moment she held the old man's hand, Diana felt a familiar yet different power.The source of strength is the kind old man in front of him.

"You?" Diana looked at the old man in surprise.

Odin smiled.

But this also confirmed Diana's suspicion that the Odin Bolson in front of her was the King of the Gods sitting on the throne of Asgard.

"An old friend told me that you are a great kid. It's just that I couldn't come to see you because of some things before. Now I have the opportunity to come and see you. By the way, help me, an old man, solve a little problem." Ding let go of his hand and looked at the young Greek god in front of him with a smile.

It's just that this young Greek god is already stronger than most of the Greek gods who are currently eating and dying in distant places, but the one in front of her is just a child, and her potential has not yet been fully realized.

Hearing the old friend mentioned by Odin, Diana understood who could make the father of the gods who guarded the nine realms come to earth specifically.

Gu Yi, that bald woman.

"Of course it's my honor to be able to help you." For this old man, Diana was still full of respect for him. Although the young man was a famous bloodthirsty monarch in the universe, she had to say that this Aspen Gard helps the earth and blocks many threats.

"But, won't I mess this up?" What Odin, the boss, would call a small trouble, is no longer a small trouble for Diana now.

"Yes, Mr. Bolson, we have many experts who are better than Miss Prince. Do you really not think about it?" Thomas added a word at the right time. After all, Diana is not from his department. , they are the remaining employees of the previous curator.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine for you." Odin patted Diana on the shoulder, "She's a little taller than me."

Diana looked at the old man looking at her height in admiration, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

Curator Thomas, who was completely ignored by the two, was even more uncomfortable at the moment. He was so embarrassed that he almost punched a hole in the expensive handmade leather shoes on his feet.

But the embarrassment didn't last long, because someone finally spoke to him.

"Mr. Campbell, I will take Miss Prince away first. After all, the things I have there are quite urgent." Odin's kind smile disappeared when he faced Thomas, without any expression on his face.

Thomas was originally grateful that he had been freed from the embarrassment, but now he wished he could go back to that environment.Looking at Odin's stern old face was really stressful.

Thomas felt like he was starting to sweat crazily under this pressure. He could only take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face: "No problem, Mr. Bolson. I will hand over Miss Prince's work to someone else." Human, Miss Prince doesn’t have anything to worry about.”

Diana smiled and nodded at her curator. Diana could only say that she felt good or bad about this curator.

Odin turned around and left indifferently. After all, if it weren't for Diana, it's hard to say whether he would have appeared in Midgard, let alone say anything to a weak mortal.

but...

Looking at the tall figure saying goodbye to his colleague briefly, Odin also smiled.If the plan goes well, this young child will become Asgard's strongest support in the future.

After Diana told her colleagues that she was going on a business trip, she found Odin staring at her after she escaped from the disappointed eyes of her male colleagues and the happy smiles of her female colleagues.

Touching her face, Diana didn't know why Odin had such a friendly attitude towards her.

"So, Mr. Bolson, where are we going?" After walking out of the Metropolitan Museum and watching Odin get into a taxi with ease, Diana could no longer suppress her questions.

After all, I still don’t know where Odin is taking me.

"Norway." Odin said with a smile.

Diana could only sigh and made a phone call: "Mr. Toombs, there is no need to rush my house. I have to go on a business trip now. Well, it's okay. I will still pay the price I agreed on." Payment is yours. Okay, that’s it.”

After Diana put down the phone, Odin said: "It seems that I disrupted your plan."

Diana just sighed softly: "Things have been a bit messy recently."

"Everything will pass."

"Yeah, everything will pass." Diana said looking at the busy traffic outside the window.

Just after Odin took Diana away, within half an hour a black Chevrolet SUV parked in front of the Metropolitan Museum.

"Where is Diana Prince now?" Nick Fury showed his FBI license to the doorman who stopped him. "We now have a case that requires Miss Prince's help."

After learning that Diana had just left for Norway for work reasons, Nick Fury returned to his car without saying a word.

"Mazefak!"