Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"Distinguished guest from Asgard, please take a look at these technological weapons from Earth, like this heavy machine gun known as the Death Vortex."

"Just press it lightly, and in an instant, a massive amount of bullets will spray out like a gust of wind, crushing all enemies in front of you."

"Dear guest, let's examine this Hell Grenade, a weapon from the same series. It doesn't require magic power or any form of energy. It only needs the touch of a button..."

"I'll take this, this, and... except for these two, I'll take all the others. Please send them to me."

The red-haired warrior from Asgard pointed at the various weapons, casually excluding only two small and exquisite ones.

"Of course, sir." In an instant, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's face lit up with ecstasy. "I'll prepare them for you right away."

As expected of a wealthy visitor from Asgard—they purchased everything without hesitation.

And that was even after the prices had been raised tenfold!

Agent Coulson was right—they deserved this good fortune.

Stock up, stock up quickly!

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent couldn't help but swallow when he calculated his approximate sales commission.

"Sir, your total comes to 1.6 million magic points." The agent's face showed deep satisfaction.

Since the shop's opening, their total sales hadn't reached even half this amount.

After hearing this, the red-haired warrior waved his hand dismissively, unconcerned about such a huge sum.

He placed some ore stones, herbs, and gold coins on the counter.

"Just a small token," he said.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's expression remained professionally pleasant as he watched the elf robot beside the red-haired man.

The robot immediately flew forward, its eyes glowing with silvery light. It hovered over the ores, herbs, and gold coins, gently touching each item.

Soon, the elf flew back up and announced loudly: "Peters, our distinguished guest from Asgard, has offered goods valued at 1 million magic points according to the Vientiane System."

The robot paused slightly before continuing: "According to Lord Lockhart's instructions, all guests from Asgard will receive a 20% discount on all purchases during the first three days of their visit."

"Mr. Peters, you only need to pay 800,000 magic points."

"Do you agree to this deal?"

The people of Asgard had just arrived in the Vientiane World and naturally wouldn't have magic points on hand.

If they had to apply for prototype cards individually and then redeem super rebate points, the process would be too cumbersome.

Therefore, the elf robots accompanying them naturally took on the important tasks of valuation and transfer.

This was all designed to encourage the Asgardians' enthusiastic spending.

After hearing this, the red-haired warrior Peters couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Lockhart, the Lord of Vientiane, was worthy of being the crown prince's best friend—he was indeed generous.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent heard this too, but his expression didn't change at all.

He still looked expectantly at this wealthy visitor from Asgard—no, this distinguished guest.

Before Asgard's arrival, everyone had received relevant notifications.

Because of this, almost everyone had raised their prices in unison.

Those who increased prices two or three times were considered conscientious, while S.H.I.E.L.D. had quietly raised them tenfold.

Even with a 20% discount, they would still earn five times their normal profit.

"I should have increased the price 100 times," the agent thought. "These big spenders would probably still buy everything."

That would have been true profit!

This thought flickered through the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's mind but disappeared instantly.

The Vientiane World had its own price supervision system.

Ten times was already the limit.

The last time he'd set prices at 50 times normal, he had received a serious warning.

"Agreed!" Peters, the red-haired warrior, waved his hand proudly.

It wasn't much money to him—just some ores, herbs, and gold coins. Asgardian gold coins alone were worth plenty here.

But who was he?

His father was an Asgardian fire deity, so this small amount was nothing but pocket change.

"Mr. Mordo, your store account has been credited with 800,000 magic points. Please verify," announced the Vientiane World system in the agent's ear.

The smile on S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Mordo's face grew even brighter.

"Thank you, distinguished guest! Please visit us again soon. Our store will be preparing even more powerful weapons for your next visit."

Standing at the door, Mordo waved enthusiastically as the red-haired warrior walked away.

At this moment, Captain Marvel looked at the scene before her and was speechless.

Although Earth's weapons weren't terrible, when compared to those in the wider universe, they were just basic items that still relied on chemical reactions.

Most advanced civilizations had moved on to energy weapons long ago.

Yet these Asgardians were throwing money around like it was nothing.

Coulson beside her couldn't hide his joy after witnessing the transaction. They had earned more in one sale than the store had made since its opening.

Sorcerers were usually just curious about technological weapons, and most looked down on them.

They might buy two or three pieces to try out, at most.

Who would have thought that these wealthy Asgardians would buy nearly everything in stock?

"Director Coulson, all the merchandise in our store is sold out. We've made at least 780,000 magic points this time. We need to restock quickly."

"We need support from headquarters."

"These Asgardians don't know market prices at all. We're making pure profit."

"I don't want to miss this opportunity. Who knows when we'll have another chance to earn so many magic points?"

Mordo approached Coulson and reported excitedly.

"Good, good. I've already contacted the Director. Additional resources are on the way," Coulson replied, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite his obvious satisfaction.

Captain Marvel looked at the two of them wordlessly.

Walking to the door, she observed the Asgardians wandering around and the sorcerers shopping.

A strange feeling came over her as she gazed at the scene.

Earth, her homeland.

It seemed that its truest nature was being revealed before her eyes.

What a pity that such peaceful prosperity had been lost and destroyed in her own timeline.

Nick Fury's request came to mind.

Carol's thoughts cleared, her eyes sharpened with resolve, and she turned and walked back toward S.H.I.E.L.D.'s weapon store.

Approaching Coulson, she said firmly: "Let's go. I've seen enough."

"Arrange a meeting for me with Gilderoy Lockhart, the Master of the Vientiane World."

When Coulson heard this, his expression changed from joy over their earnings to serious professionalism.

Looking at this powerful female warrior, he nodded solemnly: "Of course, Ms. Danvers. I'll make all the necessary arrangements."