Chapter 681 Loki and Thor's Karma
Facing her own Dad's reprimand, Loki clearly didn't really take it to heart, but she still had to give her Dad some respect, so Loki restrained herself a bit.
Loki first turned her body towards Yang Le and Gwen, then slightly bowed and performed a standard classical etiquette, and then happily asked.
"I noticed just now, these two are the honored guests that Queen mentioned before, right? My name is Loki Odinson, I don't yet know what your names are?"
Frigga's face wore a gentle smile, but in her inner heart, she couldn't help but complain about her daughter. She had clearly told her daughter about what Heimdall had seen and heard long ago, to let this child prepare early.
But just as she thought, as soon as she heard the news of Thor's return, this girl focused all her thoughts on dressing up and how to tease Thor, and only remembered a tiny bit of what she had said.
Luckily, this child still heard that there would be guests coming, and didn't cause any big trouble. You should know that Frigga had already prepared to cast spells and use illusion art to shield Yang Le and Gwen's line of sight.
As for letting a subordinate come over to check in advance and stop Loki's prank? Don't be silly, Loki is the God of Mischief, in all of Asgard only she and Odin can stop Loki's prank.
The rest, even Thor, who is currently the strongest of the younger generation in strength, can only try cracking it, and it's not even 100% successful. Not to mention the others.
For Loki, the other Asgardians are just her toys (goodwill), she can play with them however she wants. Wasting time with them is not as good as playing with Thor more.
Thinking of this, Frigga couldn't help but recall what happened thousands of years ago, which was also the beginning of all the karma between Thor and Loki.
In the beginning, Loki pranked people indiscriminately, especially when she could just run around the city. It made all of Asgard suffer unspeakably. After all, Loki was Odin's little princess, and no one dared to delve into her responsibility.
Odin and Frigga had both reprimanded Loki about this matter. At first, the latter was just afraid and shed tears, but later she gradually turned into outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant. Even the God King and Queen could do nothing with her.
At this time, Thor, who had just been chosen as the Crown Prince of Asgard, stood up and made a decision he regretted for thousands of years.
At his coronation ceremony, in front of all of Asgard, he declared war on Loki, boldly stating that no matter what prank Loki had, she could direct it at him, and made an agreement with Loki.
Unless Thor actively admitted defeat, Loki could not prank other people.
The troublemaking little girl who caused chaos everywhere couldn't stand this kind of provocation. She accepted Thor's suggestion on the spot, and under the God King's chairmanship, in front of all Asgardians and a few people from the other Nine Realms, signed this agreement.
Then Thor's suffering began.
Loki pranked Thor almost every three days a small one, and every five days a big one. In short, during that time, in order to defeat this overconfident guy, Loki could be said to be running her little head except for eating and sleep, even when going to the toilet and taking a bath.
Thor was also really stubborn. Even if Loki pranked him to the point of tears and snot running down his face, he would absolutely not admit defeat. This point was like his Dad.
As for whether Thor would hide under the quilt and cry at night, regretting his decision, we don't know, but he really persevered.
From the initial disarray to being able to cope later, it only took a hundred years. Thor could parry Loki's moves, and after another hundred years, Loki's childish pranks could no longer have any effect on Thor.
In these two hundred years, Asgardians would think of their Crown Prince's goodwill every day, and set the day of the Crown Prince's establishment as a memorial day. Every year on this day, they would celebrate it as the Harvest Festival, celebrating that they had spent a peaceful year.
Over time, Asgard inexplicably had an extra festival. Some Asgardians with poor memory even forgot why they celebrated this day, but they just felt happy on this day.
Asgardians gained a peaceful life, and Thor also trained his intelligence, eyesight, and understanding of magic in pranks again and again. Odin and Frigga were also very satisfied. In all of Asgard, only one person was very dissatisfied with this result.
This person was naturally Loki. The longer time passed, the more she couldn't gain an advantage in her contests with Thor. Even later, Thor could see through Loki's pranks with just one line of sight.
This greatly hit Loki's confidence, and even caused her to not be able to eat food for a few days. Although not eating or drinking for a few days is nothing for Asgardians (Frost Giant), no one would ignore this disappointed little girl.
Frigga naturally went to persuade Loki, but when she walked into Loki's room, she found that this little girl had turned her entire house into a war room. The entire house, except for the bed for sleep, even the dressing mirror was filled with various prank ideas.
And Loki's spirit was unexpectedly good. She didn't sink into disappointment, but instead pulled Frigga, hoping she could help her think of some methods.
For her daughter, Frigga could only trick her own son, which could also dampen the spirit of the most high-spirited Thor.
That time, Thor suffered a heavy setback, and Loki fiercely regained some respect.
Then these two fell into a strange cycle. Thor's unyielding personality would allow him to absorb experience and grow. Whenever Loki couldn't subdue him, Frigga would intervene and then defeat the high-spirited Thor.
This cycle continued for thousands of years, until Thor could go to the battlefield. When Thor went to the battlefield, naturally no one would play with Loki anymore. And because of the agreement, Loki had no way to prank other Asgardians when Thor didn't admit defeat.
In this way, Loki fell into a long period of boredom. During this time, Frigga was not idle and pulled Loki to cram her with a lot of knowledge that a princess should master. Loki naturally became even more bored.
That time was Loki's darkest days. Every day she was thinking about Thor returning from the battlefield. Over time, Loki developed a psychological dependence on Thor. This psychology finally erupted when Thor returned triumphantly for the first time.
That day, Loki faced her inner heart squarely. Combining the knowledge of the sexes that Frigga had taught her, she was extremely sure that she had fallen in love with her brother Thor (?).
That day was the most terrifying day Thor had ever felt. Facing Loki's bold love confession, he was even frightened into abandoning his armor and fleeing back to the military camp like he was escaping.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 682: The Aftermath of a Karmic Debt
Thor was brave and fearless on the Battlefield. Whether facing Frost Giant, various Magical Beast, or Dark Elf, no enemy could instill Fear in him.
However, when he returned in triumph, facing Loki's confession of love, Thor was frightened as if he had de-aged by centuries, just like the first time Loki had pranked him.
That day, Asgard did not welcome back its victorious Prince, but his War Vehicle did return as scheduled, though it carried Loki instead of Thor.
Yes, Thor was so scared that he abandoned his War Vehicle and flew away wielding his Hammer. Not as swift as his brother in Flight, the helpless Loki could only drive the abandoned War Vehicle back to Asgard.
The Asgardians were puzzled as to why the one returning on the War Vehicle was not the glorious Thor, but the Little Princess Loki, who had been quiet for centuries and hadn't caused Trouble for anyone.
Perhaps Loki had pranked him again on Thor's way back, but this seemed off. Thor was returning with great merit from the Battlefield, and the martial Asgardians always showed courtesy to those returning to Asgard City with such honors.
Moreover, Thor was not just a Prince, but the designated Crown Prince. The people of Asgard City were all prepared to line the streets and welcome this future great ruler.
Yet now Loki had done such a thing, which was extremely politically incorrect in the eyes of the Asgardians. Had it been anyone else, they would have been scorned by the entire city and likely challenged to a Duel by many.
But Loki was royalty after all, so this matter was not for ordinary Civilians to handle. However, while Physical Body Damage was out of the question, the Asgardians still expressed their disapproval by booing Loki.
From the City Gate to Asgard, everyone along the way booed Loki. The uproar was immense, enough to make an ordinary Girl burst into tears, but Loki simply ignored it.
After a long period of solitude, Loki had long since determined who mattered most to her. No matter what these Outsiders did, they could not Damage her. Mere noise was easily dismissed with a bit of Silence Magic.
The Main Figure was yet to come. Back in Asgard, the Rage from her Father Odin did make Loki slightly, just slightly, afraid. Even without Queen Frigga by her side to offer Protection, Loki could endure it (referring to being tearful and embraced by Frigga).
However, Loki had indeed gone too far this time. Even Frigga couldn't help but express some disapproval. Consequently, they both began to wonder if Loki actually disliked Thor. And so, the old couple played the Aggressive Role and the Gentle Role, leaving the frightened Loki utterly bewildered.
And just like that, under the older generation's tag-team interrogation, the young Loki confessed everything in detail. Now it was the old couple's turn to be dumbfounded.
Odin was delighted. He had originally taken Loki in to foster eternal friendship between Asgard and Jotunheim. He had initially intended to use Family bonds to forge this connection, but now an even more effective Method had emerged.
What was originally a rather complicated Business had suddenly turned into a game of auto chess? Could such a fortunate turn of events really be possible?
Compared to the boisterous Odin, Frigga was more thoughtful. She knew that Thor and Loki were not true siblings, but Loki and Thor, being of the Younger generation, were unaware of this. Otherwise, Thor wouldn't have been so terrified as to flee.
Frigga worried that some Problem might arise in Loki's Heart and wanted to offer psychological guidance, but Odin stopped her. After all, this matter was beneficial for the entire Nine Realms.
Odin understood Frigga's Worry. Moreover, according to Loki, Thor would not accept such a relationship. Therefore, Odin promised that he would reveal their Identities to them both when the Opportunity was right.
Frigga remained skeptical of her husband's assurance, but she refrained from saying more and could only hope that day would come quickly.
Then, centuries passed. Thor finally plucked up the courage to prepare to return Home, only to be intercepted by Loki again halfway there. And just like last Time, Thor fled once more.
For the next millennium or two, this pattern repeated. This resulted in Odin never finding an Opportunity when both were present at the same Time. He advised Loki to be patient, but she simply wouldn't listen. Each Time, she took the initiative, only to suffer a crushing defeat.
Eventually, Odin grew weary of it and simply washed his hands of the matter. Good advice is wasted on a stubborn Ghost. "Your Father wants to help you find happiness, yet you keep pulling these stunts. I reckon you've hit your rebellious phase."
Odin decided to let things run their course. In any case, the Asgardian Gods had long Lifespans. He believed that Time would eventually present him with an Opportunity to reveal the Truth. Surely these two Children wouldn't drag him to his Death, would they?
And now, wasn't this a perfect Opportunity? Due to the search for Yang Le, by various Coincidence, Thor and Loki were both in Asgard. Next, as soon as Yang Le and Gwen, these two Guests, were gone, Odin could reveal this royal secret History.
Despite the multitude of thoughts in his Heart, Odin and Queen Frigga maintained impassive Faces, still warmly hosting Yang Le and Gwen as Guests. With Outsiders present, Loki also restrained herself considerably and refrained from any Action that might frighten Thor.
With Loki remaining passive for a long Time, Thor gradually lowered his guard and began to exchange toasts with Yang Le. Of course, knowing in advance that Yang Le didn't enjoy strong Wine, Yang Le's Cup was filled with low-alcohol Fruit Wine, considered a Child's beverage in Asgard.
For a while, the atmosphere at the Dining Table was quite lively, though it was likely that only Yang Le and Gwen, as Guests, were truly and wholeheartedly focused on the meal.
Both Yang Le and Gwen were very satisfied with this meal. Asgardian Cuisine wasn't particularly refined. Like the Asgardian spirit, it emphasized heartiness, with each portion being generous.
After all, the Asgardians valued martial prowess. Despite Frigga's refined and courteous demeanor, she was still a formidable Character capable of wielding a Greatsword the size of a City Gate. Thanks to such powerful Physique, Asgardians were all hearty eaters.
These Dishes, designed to satisfy the needs of their Tribesmen, naturally had to be large and filling. But that wasn't the main point. The most crucial aspect was that many of the Ingredients used in these Dishes were unfamiliar to both Yang Le and Gwen.
The Norse Mythology of the Marvel Universe was written by the Asgardians. Therefore, the Creatures from Mythology naturally existed in Asgard as well, such as Dragons and Four-Horned Goats, all of which were part of the Asgardian diet.
Although the ordinary Residents living in Asgard City generally didn't go to the Battlefield, they were still brave and martial. To showcase their Martial Arts without disrupting harmony, Hunting was naturally a good Choice.
And the Animals hunted were naturally not wasted, but all brought to the Asgardian Dining Table.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 683 Dwarf
Because he knew Yang Le was visiting Asgard for tourism, Thor did not urge Yang Le to drink more wine. On the contrary, he kept advising Yang Le to drink in moderation, even though Yang Le was only drinking low-alcohol Fruit Wine.
On the contrary, Thor kept silently gulping down his own drinks. Everyone present could see his little thoughts; he simply wanted to drink himself drunk so that he could prevent Loki from pulling any more pranks.
Loki curled her lip dismissively. She naturally had methods to crack Thor's little trick, but she wouldn't go so far as to embarrass Asgard in front of Outsiders, after all, she was also a member of Asgard.
However, Loki did not dissuade Thor. Watching this big and stupid guy self-righteously gulping down drinks, only to end up with an empty calculation, this could also be considered a successful prank.
Thinking of this, Loki's mood suddenly became very good, and even her appetite improved a bit, eating one more plate than usual.
Soon it was after dinner. The self-proclaimed clever Thor was carried down by the Servants. Watching her big and stupid brother's drunken state, Loki couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, her mood becoming even better.
"I should also retire, King, Queen." Loki turned around with a smile and bowed to her parents. "Just now, because I was happy, I greedily drank a few cups, and daughter is now feeling a little overwhelmed by the wine."
She didn't want to waste time and should go down to keep an eye on Thor, in case he pretended to be drunk and ran away.
Odin naturally had no objections to her request and agreed to Loki's request. The latter turned around and bowed to Yang Le and Gwen, the two guests, before leaving with light steps.
"It seems like she's in a good mood." Gwen said with a smile, and Yang Le next to her nodded in agreement.
It's just that when the God of Pranks is in a good mood, it means someone might be unlucky. Although he didn't know the stories of Asgard in this Universe, judging from Thor's appearance, he knew that Loki in this Universe definitely had him completely under her thumb.
Since the unlucky person wasn't himself, then there was no need to worry. A proverb in China says, 'Better a dead Daoist than a dead me.' The wisdom of the ancestors truly benefited Yang Le greatly.
"Two honored guests."
Just as Yang Le and Gwen were exchanging gaze, Frigga walked up from the side. She slightly apologetically interrupted their exchange and said.
"I heard you wanted to tour Asgard, but it's already late today. At night, there will still be some beasts appearing in Asgard City Outskirts, which is not very safe after all."
"How about this, why don't you stay in Asgard Palace Interior today, and tomorrow morning we will send someone to take you to properly experience the beauty of Asgard."
Yang Le looked at Gwen, inquiring about her opinion. The latter nodded to indicate agreement, so Yang Le turned back and said, "Of course, we both have no opinion."
"Thank you for your understanding." Frigga nodded, then a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes. "I'm just wondering if I should prepare two rooms, or should I prepare one?"
As Frigga's question was spoken, Gwen's face turned slightly red imperceptibly. Her gaze quietly glanced at Yang Le, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.
What to do? If Habby asks me, should I agree or not? If he directly agrees, then should I refuse or not?
Just as Gwen was hesitating, Yang Le didn't even think and directly spoke his answer.
"One room is enough, Queen."
Frigga covered her mouth as if surprised by Yang Le's boldness. Gwen's face behind her became even redder, and even her eyes became a little watery.
But Yang Le's next answer surprised everyone present.
"One room is enough. By the way, may I ask if there is a place in Asgard Palace Interior where weapons can be forged?"
"Huh?" Frigga turned her head to look at Odin. The couple looked at each other with wide eyes. "May I ask what you are looking for that place for?"
"I plan to use the Uru Metal Ingot I just obtained to enhance my weapon." Yang Le raised his right hand and showed the golden bracelets worn on it to everyone. "So I don't plan to sleep. I'll spend the whole night in the forging place tonight. Just find a room for Gwen to sleep."
"There is..." Odin imperceptibly glanced at Gwen, who was speechless behind Yang Le. "Alright, I'll take you there. Frigga, you take the other guest to the guest room."
After speaking, Odin took Yang Le and left first. After a while, Frigga led Gwen away with a comforting smile.
Is Yang Le really oblivious to romance? No, on the contrary, he understood Gwen's thoughts and Frigga's idea of wanting to bring them together, but these seemed a little inappropriate to him, at least inappropriate at the moment.
Firstly, Gwen will only have her coming-of-age birthday this year. Although the two are only about a year or two apart, they are indeed one adult and one who will only become an adult after their birthday this year. In this situation, being alone in a house is okay, but being alone in a room is not quite right.
However, Yang Le knew that although Gwen wouldn't say it, she wouldn't refuse his request if it really came to that, but that didn't mean Yang Le could be careless.
However, directly refusing Gwen was also not good, it might make the latter sad. It would be better to play dumb. Just in time, the Uru Metal Ingot was in hand, providing an excuse. Yang Le had a flash of inspiration and decided to run to the blacksmith workshop to spend the night.
After many twists and turns, with Odin leading the way, Yang Le arrived unimpeded at the Asgardian Forge in Asgard Palace Interior. Here, it was finally not as golden and glittering as other places in Asgard Palace Interior, but it was still made of metal, just changed to silver-gray.
The Asgardian Forge was very different from those on Earth. The phenomenon was a combination of future and ancient times. There were many things like machine beds, and some things like power forging hammers.
In addition to these, of course, there were also older things like anvils and forging hammers. In short, it could be described as having everything.
"You can use all the equipment here. If you don't know how to use them, you can ask those blacksmiths over there."
Odin pointed casually, and Yang Le followed his hand and saw a group of blacksmiths. Some of them were Asgardian, and some were dwarfs.
"I thought dwarfs only stayed in Svartalfheim?" Yang Le curiously looked at the group of 'dwarfs' who were about to reach the ceiling of the Asgardian Forge.
"It seems you know the Nine Realms very well." Odin looked at Yang Le in surprise, but he quickly understood. The affairs of the Nine Realms had long been written into myths in Midgard. Although there were many mistakes, this shallow knowledge was still correct, and it was normal for Yang Le to know it.
"Great God King Odin!"
Just as Yang Le and Odin were talking, a deafening sound came over. Immediately after, Yang Le saw a tall figure walking towards their direction.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 684 Weapon Upgrade
The burly, bearded strongman who walked over was tall, but his build was unusually strange. Despite his massive Body Size, his Limbs looked short and thick, and his Head was huge. If you ignored his Body Size, he really did look like a traditional Dwarf.
Although most people know about the Dwarves of the Marvel Universe from the Movie, the Dwarves in the Comic Universe are actually completely different from those in the Movie.
Dwarves in the Comic Universe are as short as traditional Dwarves are generally perceived to be. In one panel in the Comics, a Dwarf is standing next to Tony Stark, and the Dwarf only reaches Tony's Waist, estimated to be around one meter tall on average.
The Movie Universe version is considered to be artistically processed. Although most people don't approve, it has indeed left a deep impression on many Audience.
Yang Le was also like this, so the Dwarves in front of him were clearly created according to the Dwarf King who impressed him deeply in his Subconscious. After all, Universe 9527 was created by him.
The Dwarves in front of him only differed from traditional Dwarves in Height, and the clothes they wore were very much in line with the stereotypes in Yang Le's Brain.
Perhaps to show off their Craftsmanship, not only the Dwarf in front of him, but also the Dwarves who were hammering on the Anvil were all wearing Armor.
The surfaces of these Armor were like mirrors, with exquisite patterns. At a glance, you could tell that each one was Good Stuff that could be passed down as Heirloom. Let alone taking them to the Battlefield, they could even be displayed in the Exhibition Hall.
"Dwalin, Old Guy!" Odin laughed heartily, extending his Hand to shake hands with the Dwarf opposite him. Odin's thick Arm was only about as thick as two of the Dwarf's Fingers.
"What brings you here today? What's wrong? Is your old Gunhead not working well and you want me to straighten it out with a few Hammer blows?"
This crude joke vividly demonstrated the Dwarf's vulgarity and boldness. Odin, who was being joked about, was not annoyed and continued to laugh heartily.
"You may not have the good fortune to see my old Gunhead. I'm here this Time for other Business."
Odin turned sideways, revealing Yang Le behind him. Of course, given Dwalin's Height, he had already seen Yang Le behind him, but he was just waiting for Odin to introduce him.
"This is a distinguished guest of our Asgard. He wants to borrow a place to enhance his Weapon. Just let him use some Equipment for one night."
As soon as Dwalin heard that someone wanted to forge Equipment in his territory, his Gaze changed. If this person hadn't been brought by Odin, he might have directly defined Yang Le as someone who came to make trouble.
It's not surprising that Dwalin was sensitive. This matter was really related to the Dwarf's Craftsmanship for making a living. In terms of craftsmanship, even those Gods with Godhood dared not say that they could steadily surpass the Dwarves.
If Odin had come to entrust the Dwarves to help enhance a Weapon, then Dwalin would have happily accepted and personally completed this commission. But clearly, instead of seeking help from so many Masters, he insisted on doing it himself. Isn't this a manifestation of distrust in the Dwarves?
Either this kid really has Means, or this kid is just a complete Redneck. It can't be that Odin is just idle and looking for Fun, right?
Dwalin thought for a moment, then asked, "Let him do it himself? Without us taking action?"
This was considered giving Yang Le a Platform out of Respect for Odin. An ordinary person would not have this treatment. If he really had superb skills, it would be fine, but if he was just a showy person, he would definitely be nitpicked by the Dwarves, and even if there were no Malfunction, they would find one.
"No need, you don't understand the Magic inscribed on my Weapon. Letting you rashly handle it easily damages the Magic on it."
Yang Le shook his Head and declined Dwalin's Good Intention. These Words were very polite, but when Dwalin and the other Dwarves heard them, they became red-faced and thick-necked.
If you said that the Dwarves might not understand those special Magic, that's one thing, but if you said that they don't understand the Magic that can be inscribed on Weapons, then even a three-year-old child among the Dwarves can read and recite them fluently.
In the eyes of the Dwarves, this was no longer a matter of looking down on them. This was completely treating them as not Human.
Odin's Face also changed, and he quickly added, "Uh, trust me, he definitely didn't mean that."
Yang Le also saw that the atmosphere was not right. The Dwarves all turned their Line of Sight towards him, and the Asgardian below them also stopped their actions. They all wanted to see what skills this arrogant kid had.
Well, it seems I said the wrong Words.
Yang Le was helpless. He could only reveal his Weapon. Once they saw it clearly, they would know that what he said was true.
Raising his Right Hand, a beautiful Golden Bracelets appeared in front of everyone. Dwalin, who was closest, had to admit that he could tell at a glance that this bracelet was Good Stuff.
Suddenly, the bracelet that was originally on Yang Le's Wrist began to ripple like flowing Water, changing from a motionless dead object to something like a Snake, crawling from his Wrist to Yang Le's Palm.
In a flash of golden light, the flowing Metal elongated again. This Time its length reached one meter and eighty centimeters, and a Spearhead appeared at the upward tip.
In just less than a second, that exquisite bracelet transformed into a golden Short Spear. Never mind the lethality for now, it certainly looked majestic.
"Clang!"
Yang Le thrust the Short Spear onto the Ground. The dull Sound proved that the Short Spear in front of him was definitely much heavier than it looked. Even the Floor of the Asgardian Forge was dented.
"Looks like he does have some Means." Dwalin nodded. Everything within Line of Sight in their workshop was specially made to withstand the Divine Weapon forged here, in order to prevent frequent repairs to damaged Infrastructure.
Currently, the Weapons that can damage this place are all famous, such as Thor's Mjolnir, Odin's Gungnir, and the Destroyer Armor, etc.
The Short Spear in Yang Le's Hand could damage the Floor here, which proved that it had already reached the ranks of Divine Weapon, but it was obviously still not comparable to those Divine Weapons mentioned earlier.
Yang Le picked up the Short Spear in his Hand and shook it. Then, precise Magic Runes appeared one after another. These were the foundation of Divine Weapon, and ordinary people would hide them.
But Yang Le not only showed them, but also, to show that his previous Words were not for any other Thoughts, generously handed the Short Spear to Dwalin.
Dwalin, who was standing aside, had long been drooling with envy. Having lived for so long, besides Fine Wine, only these Iron lumps could make him Dream.
As soon as the Short Spear was in his Hand, Dwalin felt a considerable weight. Just as he thought, this Short Spear was much heavier than it looked, and even he felt a bit strained.
After weighing the Short Spear's weight, Dwalin focused his attention on those Magic Runes. These exquisite Runes rotating around the Short Spear were the foundation of Divine Weapon.
(End of Chapter)
Mysterious patterns composed of Purple Energy slowly rotated around the Spear Shaft. Dulin squinted his Eyes as he looked at these patterns that were only slightly larger than ants to him.
"The Text inscribed on this seems to be from Da Luo Tian?" Dulin's tone was full of uncertainty. "Moreover, I don't recognize the Magic used to inscribe these Inscriptions either."
In fact, Dulin knew when these Inscriptions had just appeared. The kid in front of him indeed hadn't lied. Not only did he not recognize these Magic, but he had also never seen the Energy that constituted these Magic.
Dulin immediately became interested. He hadn't expected to see something unfamiliar in forging after living for so many years. He hadn't felt this way since his thousandth birthday.
"This Purple Energy is Celestial Energy. It should be very unfamiliar to you. The Magic on it is something I developed myself, so of course you haven't seen it before."
Yang Le began to explain his Weapon to Dulin, attracting the surrounding Dwarfs and Asgardians to gather around and listen, afraid of missing this rare Opportunity to acquire new Knowledge.
At the same time, Yang Le's generous and selfless sharing also made those Dwarfs put down their grudges. There weren't many wronged... Good person who could share their Technology so selflessly.
However, these craftsmen also knew that it wasn't good to listen for free. When they came over, they brought a Gift with them. Some brought Raw Materials, and some brought Gadgets they had forged themselves. In short, none of them came empty-handed.
In their opinion, being able to exchange what they already had for unknown Technology was simply a guaranteed profit without loss. It was a good thing that was hard to find even with a lantern.
But, was Yang Le really just a sucker? Of course not, because to use Yang Le's Technology, Celestial Energy was the most basic threshold. Without Celestial Energy, there was no way to use the Technology Yang Le was talking about, and in the Marvel Universe, there was no concept of Celestial Energy.
The Celestial Energy of the entire Marvel Universe was monopolized by Yang Le. If you wanted to use Celestial Energy, the only way now was to become a disciple of the Supreme Celestial. Now the concept of Celestial Energy in the entire Marvel Universe was provided by him, and the Supreme Celestial was still Yang Le's Clone Technique.
In other words, as long as you entered the Gate of Celestial Energy, you would always be monitored by Yang Le. As long as Yang Le wanted, he could revoke the Authority to use Celestial Energy at any time.
The Thing that Yang Le was explaining to them now, even if it was explained very clearly and understandably, these craftsmen still couldn't use it. So even if he explained it thoroughly, he wasn't afraid.
Of course, if someone gained inspiration from Yang Le's Technology and comprehended something on their own, then Yang Le couldn't control that. After all, that was something learned by people relying on Talent, and it was their due to comprehend it.
Odin looked at Everything in front of him with relief. At first, those Words Yang Le said really made him sweat. He even thought about intervening in advance to help Yang Le out of the predicament.
Perhaps it was because the Breath of Asgardian Gods on Yang Le was too strong. Odin always had a Feeling of looking at a Younger generation when he looked at Yang Le, but it was a pity that he wasn't a real Asgardian Gods person.
If Tyr were still alive, his Child would probably be this old, right?
Thinking of his son who was missing a Hand, Odin felt a burst of melancholy. Then he remembered his Daughter who was killed by Birdman. Perhaps he was really old. He always tended to overthink things lately.
Rubbing his Temple, Odin looked at Yang Le, who had become one with the craftsmen, and quietly withdrew from the Asgardian Forge. If he watched any longer, this old man would definitely shed Tears.
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In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Perhaps because he hadn't experienced the Bed at Home for a long time, Thor felt that he had slept especially well. But in order to be vigilant against Loki, he didn't indulge in the soft Bed, but instead got up early.
Relying on the Magic he had learned when fighting wits and courage with Loki, Thor easily left the Bedroom without being noticed by anyone. On the way, after asking a Servant about Yang Le's Position, he set off towards the Asgardian Forge.
On the way, Thor still felt strange. Why did Yang Le not live in his good Bedroom and have to run to the hot and noisy Asgardian Forge? What was so good about those Dwarfs? If he wanted a good Weapon, wouldn't it be better to ask his Dad for one?
Just based on the friendship between Yang Le and himself, although those dangerous Things couldn't be given, it was still possible to get one or two Divine Weapons. Or was it that he wanted to forge a Weapon that belonged exclusively to him?
Before long, Thor arrived at the Asgardian Forge. As soon as he pushed open a Crack in the Gate, a deafening clang came from inside the Door. Thor, who was good at using Hammers, of course understood what that Sound was. It was the Sound of a Hammer hitting Metal.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Bang!"
With the last completely different Sound, his Ear became quiet again. This represented that the person using the Hammer had completed his Work.
Completely pushing open the Gate, a familiar Figure appeared in front of him. It was Yang Le. In front of him was a huge Anvil, and a Forging Hammer was placed on the Anvil, obviously just put down.
These couldn't attract Thor's Gaze. What completely made Thor stare intently was the Weapon Yang Le was holding in his Hand, a Golden Light gleaming Short Spear. With Yang Le's movements, Golden Fire Stream flowed out from it from time to time.
This was a Divine Weapon no weaker than Mjolnir. Thor, who had experienced hundreds of battles, could tell at a glance. If it were on the Battlefield, he would definitely want to compete with the Master of this Weapon.
No, there's no need to fix the Rules on the Battlefield.
"Hey! Habby!"
Yang Le turned his head after hearing Thor's loud voice, and only saw a strong man with bright Gaze. In Thor's Eyes, the flames of war were burning fiercely.
"Just finished forging a Weapon, don't you want to try it out? How about it? Want to have a spar with me?"
Yang Le chuckled, twirled the Short Spear in his Hand a few times, and then flicked it sharply. A ball of Fire Stream was thrown by him onto the Ground, and then turned into sparks and disappeared.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for."
"Good! Straightforward!" Thor laughed loudly after hearing the Answer he wanted to hear, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Yang Le's Hand, and pulled him outside.
"Let's go, let's go to the Arena. This Aspect is too small to use our full strength. Let me say first, although it's a spar, you absolutely can't hold back, or else I'll get angry."
For a true Warrior like Thor, if you defeat him, he will definitely not be angry, but will only stimulate his fighting spirit to make him stronger and stronger. But if you hold back, even if Thor wins, he will become angry and ashamed, and even break off relations is possible.
"I haven't had Breakfast yet." Yang Le looked at the hurried Thor, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The latter really didn't care and said carelessly.
"Asgardians won't starve to death if they miss one meal, and there's also a Restaurant next to the Arena. It's not too late to eat after the fight."
Helpless, facing the frantic Thor, Yang Le could only honestly follow behind him. Who told him that he also wanted to try the Power of the Weapon?
(End of Chapter)