"Oh, I think the time is coming."

The emperor suddenly interrupted the conversation and said goodbye to the Regent, turned his head to look at Natasha Romanov, and frightened the female spy who was waiting a little impatiently. Not only because the space scenery was boring after watching it for a long time, but also because listening to the conversation of the Emperor Latovian, you can always learn a lot of new knowledge that you can't digest. Regent Victor von Dum is also a knowledgeable person, and the conversation between the two of them is not so easy to end. She originally thought that the two people who had been chatting next to the porthole for half an hour would continue to discuss until the space station crossed the morning and evening line, and piles of papers filled with words drowned everyone present.

"Some people need you to meet."

"who?"

"I promised you, so I want to achieve it." The emperor and the regent nodded, and then signaled Natasha Romanov to follow him and the guards to the depths of the Tianjian Space Station corridor. The protection here was even tighter. Natasha saw that the soldiers coming and going were wearing void combat uniforms equipped by the soldiers before, and the insurance of the directional energy weapons was also opened. They passed several corridors protected by heavy weapons and several alloy explosion-proof doors. They stopped until Natasha thought they had spared a large circle.

After getting a distance from the extremely oppressive Victor von Dum, Natasha Romanov returned to normal emotions again. If someone claimed that the three-meter-high imperial guards were the ones with stronger oppressive feelings, she would definitely refute those who had never been stared by Victor von Dum. As for the extremely fast emotional changes, he was basically not angry. Natasha Romanov knew that he could joke at will as long as he didn't ask confidential questions.

"Which wish you want to fulfill today, St. Nicholas (Santa Claus prototype)? Is it the one that got me pregnant?"

The emperor glanced at Hammurabi, but the guards pretended not to hear it.

"What I want to realize is not just your wish. You have the temporary right to open this door, which will expire in two hours." The emperor pointed to a door. Natasha learned the previous method and placed her hand on the scanner next to the door frame. The alloy explosion-proof door slowly opened. What caught her eye was a large room with warm home decoration. There was a corridor leading to various small rooms in the room, a woman with three children and a man sitting on the sofa in the living room. Surprises surged on Natasha's cheeks. She not only knew the man sitting on the sofa, but also the woman and children in the room.

"This boy with the surname Patton also has the desire to enter space, so I realized his wish - but your wish is still the most important." Natasha couldn't hear the second half of the emperor's words.

"Clint! Laura! Why are you here?"

The emperor held her shoulder and gently pushed her into the room. In a hurry, Natasha also glanced at another door in the room. It was obvious that the door was not the only passage to enter the room. However, she was quite satisfied with the way this wish was realized and had no intention of pursuing these details.

Natasha first hugged Laura Patton excitedly, and then habitually made a fuss with the two older children. Clint Patton, who was sitting on the sofa drinking beer, was naturally ignored. After a while, the satisfied Natasha raised her head and asked with a smile, "When did you take them over?"

"Before we set out to Sarajevo, Nick Fury carried out this plan, and the Imperial Guards were fully in charge." The Emperor Latovian looked at the corner of the room, then smiled and shook hands with Laura Patton. "Ms. Patton, is the journey quite pleasant? I hope you and the children like the food provided by the space station. We have a lot of food to choose from, as well as various ingredients on the earth. Our chefs are also from famous families. I recommend French, Italian, Chinese, Middle Eastern and Japanese dishes in the officers' restaurant. The ingredients are limited to the earth. It is not easy to buy alien ingredients now."

Laura Patton was amused by the Emperor's sense of humor.

She is Agent No. 19 of SHIELD, and she still retains this identity even after marriage. She is also one of the few people that Nick Fury can truly trust. When the emperor used Salomon during the Ultron incident, she still had a conversation with Nick Fury in the barn of Patton's house. However, Laura Patton had never seen the emperor of Latovigna before, and Nick Fury would not tell her agent about this. She just heard her husband mention Salomon's name and appearance, and now she finally linked her identity with the identity of Emperor Latovigna.

Perhaps it was because of the supernatural power, or perhaps it was the calm style of the agents. Laura Patton did not show panic or vigilance when he saw the imperial guards and emperors who were far taller than ordinary people.

"Very humorous." Laura Patton responded quite well, looking like an ordinary housewife. However, the calluses on her fingers and the slightly sluggish shoulders all indicate that she was an injured field agent. "This is a luxury space hotel, thank you for your help. Unfortunately, Nessennier (younger, about one year old) is still sleeping. When Cooper (the eldest son) and Leila (the eldest daughter) brag about this experience, they will definitely quarrel. But I can be sure that Cooper will talk about this every day, and just think about it, how annoying it is. Clint..."

Hearing his wife's call, Hawkeye then lazily raised his beer, saying hello to the emperor. Although he was not familiar with Salomon, he was not too strange. He also heard Natasha talk about her relationship with Salomon, but this is not a good place to talk about gossip. "Isn't this opportunity to take a vacation in a luxury space hotel that I earn?" He said with a grin, and then his wife glared at him fiercely. "I still prefer American barbecue, with beer, and let me drink those particularly expensive wines is a waste. But the whiskey here is good, and I like it very much."

"Today, I haven't officially thanked you, Clint, it's not easy to stand on the anti-agre party." The Emperor Latovian looked at Mrs. Patton, "If you plan to settle in the United States in the future, I think there should be no problem providing college tuition for these three little guys."

"This is too expensive." Laura Patton looked serious. The tuition fees at American universities are astonishingly expensive. Many ordinary students have to work for many years to pay off after borrowing student loans. Some of them have to pay back their luck even to middle age. It is the first long-term loan for young people. For the Patton family, whose income is entirely due to Nick Fury's black money, although they can save this money, the nature of Nick Fury's work is destined to be not a predictable future.

"I owe her a favor," Clint Patton also agreed to his wife, "and we are friends."

"This is not government expenditure but my personal legal account expenditure. You can understand it as my real estate income in New York." The emperor said in a casual tone. "As the heir of Kama Taj, I own most of the commercial real estate in New York. If possible, I hope to write multiple checks in the name of trust fund dividends. After all, my daily identity is still different from my working identity. This is not alms, Mrs. Patton, which is a reasonable compensation. Because of the anti-agent party, the Patton family lost their legal identity in the European and American worlds. Now Mr. Patton is still wanted. The difficulties and losses caused by this need to be compensated by the vested interests. To put it bluntly, I am the biggest beneficiary of the Avengers' division, and I have the reason and obligation to compensate."

Natasha Romanov blinked happily, she didn't expect that there would be more than one surprise today.

"And I think I, as Nick Fury's boss, had reason to continue paying my wages after squeezing his little vault." The emperor pointed to the corner of the room, "Would you like to hear if he has any objections?"

"You may be suspected of racism in your next words, you bastard!" Nick Fury walked out, "No, I have no objection. Laura, there is no problem with this money you can collect. And you, Clint, remember to exercise more, you have already started to gain weight."
Chapter completed!