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Chapter 236: Saka Journey (1)

"Now, we can talk about other matters," Schiller turned on the desk lamp and dimmed the light.

When Loki looked at him, Schiller's gaze fell on Loki, and he said, "Such as your hospital expenses."

"In fact, I think I can pay for it myself this time."

Schiller looked at his still-forming body and then back at his head. Loki understood his meaning and said, "I think you should want something more than money."

"Such as?"

"Such as fun."

Loki, who could only move his head, showed a cunning smile and said, "Before I sent Thor through the space channel to Sakaar Star, I left something on him."

As he spoke, a magic vortex appeared in the room, gradually expanding into a circular magic screen.

In the screen, a golden-haired man leaned against a piece of rotten iron, sweat flowing down his hair, and his clothes soaked against his body. His face was dirty and he looked very embarrassed.

Beside him, a strange-looking bird was talking to another Sakaar person with red skin and a very fierce appearance. The bird made a shrill voice, "Yes, he's trash I picked up in Wakanda, just like the two unlucky ones last week."

"Listen, my bottom line is 200 Sakaar currency, absolutely no lower. Look at his appearance, he's so strong, even stronger than many Sakaar people..."

"You know, these days, there's not much trash of this quality left. Whether it's to the mines or the arena, it's a good choice."

The red-skinned Sakaar shook his head and spat to the side, saying, "200 Sakaar currency? No way! Listen, there have been a lot more trash thrown in lately, absolutely not worth that price..."

"The arena is already full, I can only take him to the mines to work, and those poor guys over there won't offer good prices. Even if he's still strong, he looks like his brain's been fried. Those greedy mine owners will definitely take advantage of that."

"No, no, no." The bird moved its legs and walked back into the iron shed, saying to Thor, "Hey! What's your name? Tell him your name, where you're from, prove you're not a fool."

Thor just leaned against the back wall, saying nothing. The bird pecked him with its beak, and he let out a cry of pain, then lifted his eyelids to look at the bird.

Seeing that he was not speaking, the bird became angry and said to Thor in a low voice, "Don't give me trouble. Everyone knows the name 'Redwing' around here. I'm already the most tolerant garbage collector. If you ruin my chance to sell at a high price, I'll show you..."

The red-skinned Sakaar leaned in and said, "Don't bother. Haven't you seen enough people like him? Judging by his appearance and clothes, he must be a nobleman. They threw him here like garbage and must have damaged his brain to prevent him from revealing any important secrets..."

The bird made a "cough cough" sound, then opened its beak and pecked Thor's shoulder hard. Its sharp beak pierced Thor's shoulder and took a piece of flesh, causing blood to flow immediately. Thor let out a scream of pain, but still stood there with a blank expression.

The bird, named Redwing, showed a human-like expression of disappointment and said, "Okay, looks like I shouldn't have expected too much. He could still speak when I found him, what happened now?"

"Listen, big guy, 150 Sakaar currency, absolutely no lower."

"If he's over 120, I won't take him. After all, he's being sold to a miner. Although he looks strong, he won't last a month," said the red behemoth, shaking his head. "The miner won't pay more than 150, you have to give me some room to make money..."

"Don't joke around, I gave him a lot of water and even gave him some food to wake him up. All of this is worth more than 120..."

The red behemoth pulled out a cigarette-like object from his clothes, and Redwing's eyes immediately lit up. "Gray grass roots? Where did you find this?"

"The last caravan that came here was wiped out halfway, but I found some good stuff in the cargo box. I can give you a pack and 120 Sakaar credits. You give me that blonde behemoth, and I'll come back to do business with you again..."

Redwing flapped his wings and scratched the ground with his claws, looking hesitant but also tempted. He looked back at the dazed Thor and said, "Okay, deal."

Afterwards, he cursed, "Damn it, I thought this would be high-priced goods, but it turned out to be like this. It's been a long time since something good fell here..."

Then, he spread his wings and slapped Thor on the ground, making him roll in the dirt. The red behemoth walked over to grab Thor's neck, but Thor instinctively struggled and punched him in the arm.

The red behemoth gasped, kicked Thor's head with his foot, and Redwing said, "This guy must have been a warrior before, so it's normal to have some wildness. Where's your chain?"

The red behemoth spat and walked out of the iron shed. There was a large vehicle being pulled by a strange bug outside. He searched inside and found a heavy iron chain with a metal ring on one end and a spike on the other.

"They're going to tie him up?" Strange asked in front of the magic screen. "Although I can't understand what they're saying, it looks like Thor is going to be in trouble."

"It's a common language in the Sakaar Star system, and I can understand it a little bit," Loki said from the bed. "That red bird is the junkyard owner there, specializing in picking up discarded aliens."

"Discarded aliens, so aliens often fall from the sky there?" Strange asked in confusion.

"Sakaar Star is also known as the interstellar junkyard or the entire Tayo system is like that. The cosmic environment there is very special, surrounded by a special cosmic channel. It is impossible to enter or exit normally. Many civilizations will throw some dangerous garbage in it to ensure that these garbage are not easily spread out of this star system."

"Of course, these garbage also include some difficult people to deal with." Loki showed a malicious smile. "That's why I said it's suitable for him. Garbage is best left where it belongs."

Schiller looked at Loki, his tone seemed quite interested. He said, "It seems that when I was providing you with psychological counseling, you also tried to understand me. Well, your reward is quite good."

"But I have to remind you..." Schiller tilted his head and looked out the window, then looked into Loki's eyes and said, "When you treat people as a joke, you'd better be prepared to become a joke yourself."

Loki heard that he was hinting at something, but did not realize what he was referring to. Looking at the changing picture on the magic screen, he smiled again and said, "This is really fun. It seems that they want to put a collar on Thor and tie him up like a dog."

Loki glanced at Schiller and noticed that his expression was strange, as if he had anticipated something, but he had no idea what Schiller was thinking. He continued to stare at the image on the magic screen.

The big red guy lifted the thick iron chain and walked into the broken iron shed of Rotten. He then grabbed one end of the chain.

"Hey, wait!" Strange outside the screen looked at his actions and said, "Did he get it wrong? How..."

As he spoke, the spiked end of the iron chain was stabbed into Thor's body, piercing through his shoulder blade. Thor let out a dying scream, and blood spurted out.

The spiked chain passed through his body, and the big red guy took out a bolt, twisted it onto the top of the spike that had pierced through Thor's body, and then hammered it in. The entire spike was fixed onto Thor's shoulder, and he continued to scream and gasp, trembling on the ground.

The big red guy lifted the circular ring on the other end of the iron chain and said, "He should be obedient now, let's go."

Strange outside the screen placed his index finger on his chin and said, "I thought..."

"It seems that you are not the only one who thought that way..." Schiller turned to Loki, saw his smile fade gradually, and asked, "What are you surprised about? Only the spiked end of the chain has blood on it."

Thor's hands were tied behind his back, and the big red guy, using the spike that was stabbed into his body, dragged him to the large cart pulled by insects.

The big red guy seemed to have no magic, but he was very strong. He jumped directly onto the cart after opening the oval-shaped metal door at the back, and then dragged Thor inside.

His posture and actions were like dealing with a piece of meat, completely ignoring Thor's wounds. Thor did not struggle at all, but instinctively let out a painful and low moan, like a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

Thor was stuffed into the last and darkest compartment of the cart. The space there was very small, and Thor had to curl up his body to stay there. More importantly, the chain that was fixed onto his head was connected to the spike on his shoulder.

The tail end was the bumpiest part of the cart. After the cart started moving, every time it bumped, Thor's shoulder would seep out a large amount of blood.

Thor's screams were not sudden, because the entire carriage was filled with garbage like him, picked up from the garbage dump. Most of them were covered in blood and had dull eyes, constantly screaming in the dark and narrow cage.

The light green color that shrouded the sky of Sakaar Star was replaced by a psychedelic red-purple. A huge planet with a ring of stars landed on the horizon, and the glory of the setting sun reflected the red earth into a bloody color. The huge prison cart looked incredibly small on the horizon.

The insect pulling the cart and the large cart behind it turned into small black spots against the light, rushing past under the sunset, raising thick cigarette dust. Bird-shaped monsters flew across the sky, emitting sharp screams. After smelling the bloody smell on the cart, they chased after the large cart and merged with the rising cigarette dust.

The insect pulling the cart emitted a low growl, and the tires left black tracks on the rough ground. With a slow brake, the cigarette dust became thicker and thicker. With a loud bang, the entire convoy stopped.

In front of them was a large gate built from thick logs. The row of wooden spikes on top of the gate looked even more ferocious under the setting sun. Looking down, a huge signboard with rugged font read "Red Lantern Mines".