Unfortunately, Du Mu ultimately didn't find the location of Asgard's Treasury.
However, he had explored a small part of Asgard and now only needed to go to a designated location to activate the map and then place a map teleport anchor.
Du Mu had performed the same operation at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, activating a teleport anchor in Nick Fury's office.
Of course, not all places allow anchors; only locations recognized as iconic landmarks by the game system qualify. Previously, the suitable locations were the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Midtown High School, and Stark Tower.
However, Du Mu hadn't gotten around to activating the latter two yet, leaving only the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters teleport point currently available.
After wandering for a while, Du Mu still hadn't seen Thor, but he was approached by a few Asgardian guards who informed him that accommodations had been arranged.
Following the guards, Du Mu discovered that the so-called accommodation was actually a palace!
Furthermore, the palace was a gift from Asgard to Du Mu, granting him permanent usage rights.
This undoubtedly reinforced Du Mu's stereotype of Asgard's excessive wealth.
The next day, Thor descended from the sky wielding Mjölnir and sought out Du Mu.
"All done?" Du Mu asked.
Thor nodded. "Father has awakened. He knows what Loki did and has ordered him imprisoned in the Asgardian dungeons for a century as punishment."
"Harsh. Looks like he's got something to look forward to."
For Asgardians with their long lifespans, a hundred-year sentence wasn't short, but it wasn't overly long either.
Ultimately, he was his son—even if picked up from the garbage heap of Jotunheim—and Odin wasn't without emotion. The punishment was within expectations.
Thor sighed, "The Loki I knew wasn't like this. How did he become this way?"
Seeing his dearest brother meet such a fate pained him deeply; he tearfully ate an entire roasted lamb that night.
Du Mu casually suggested, "It's probably the rebellious phase. If the kid isn't listening, a little shock therapy will fix him."
"Shock therapy will work?" Thor was a bit surprised.
"Of course. Look how clear your eyes are now after I shocked you back then."
"..."
Thor was momentarily speechless. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "What if the shock doesn't work?"
"Then keep shocking him until he admits he's wrong."
"I see. I understand."
Thor wore a thoughtful expression.
Du Mu raised an eyebrow, "Say, you didn't just come to talk to me about Loki, did you?"
"Oh, right!"
Thor finally remembered the real matter, enthusiastically saying, "Asgard is holding a grand feast tonight in the Golden Palace great hall. My friend, you must join us!"
"Sounds good."
Du Mu agreed without a second thought.
The activation point for Asgard was conveniently inside the Golden Palace, so he could activate the map while he was there.
Thor suddenly recalled something and asked, "By the way, did you happen to see the Casket of Ancient Winters and Gungnir yesterday?"
Du Mu shook his head with a blank look, "No idea. Loki probably pocketed them."
Thor was about to speak when his gaze was drawn to two familiar items in the corner of the room.
"The Casket of Ancient Winters! And Gungnir!"
Thor exclaimed in shock, then looked at Du Mu with a strange expression.
Du Mu was silent for a few seconds, then slapped his thigh dramatically, saying indignantly, "That Loki! Truly the God of Mischief! He's a master of framing people!"
Thor: "..."
No, no, I think you're the one who's better at framing.
In the end, Thor successfully retrieved the Casket of Ancient Winters and the Eternal Spear, Gungnir.
There was nothing Du Mu could do; like Mjölnir, both artifacts had special protection mechanisms, preventing him from stuffing them into his game inventory.
Moreover, their usage requirements were more stringent than Mjölnir's—they required either pure Frost Giant blood or being the heir to the Asgardian throne—so he couldn't use them anyway.
Only defeated BOSSes, like the Destroyer, could be officially recognized as Du Mu's spoils of war and collected into his game inventory.
In the evening, Du Mu arrived at the Golden Palace, located in the very center of Asgard.
As the dwelling of the gods, the Golden Palace's magnificence far surpassed all other Asgardian structures, perfectly embodying Asgard's architectural aesthetic of treating money like dirt.
Everywhere the eye looked was a brilliant gold, even the armor on the guards shimmered with a golden glow.
Just as Du Mu was contemplating finding a random lucky person to knock out and rob, he saw the Three Warriors walking toward him.
Du Mu was speechless.
Why did these three guys stick together all the time, like a Magneton?
The Three Warriors also noticed Du Mu and immediately rushed over to greet him warmly, inviting him to join them in the banquet hall.
It must be said, this Golden Palace was truly massive.
Led by the Three Warriors, they took many turns and walked for fully a few dozen minutes before finally reaching the Golden Palace great hall.
Without a map and these three local guides, Du Mu would certainly have gotten lost in this golden maze.
"Thor's house is this big. Doesn't he worry about getting lost?" Du Mu couldn't help but complain.
Fandral thought for a moment, "Thor did get lost several times when he was a child."
"In here?"
"No, in his own bedroom."
"..."
After walking for another ten minutes, the group finally arrived at the Golden Palace's banquet hall.
The enormous golden doors slowly opened, revealing the extravagant and luxurious palace within.
The hall was bustling with people. Many Asgardians were enjoying various delicious dishes, bragging to their friends—aside from the varied styles of clothing, it didn't look much different from a party on Earth.
Asgardians were heavy drinkers; every person, male or female, held a flask of wine.
The Three Warriors immediately grabbed their mugs and chugged their drinks straight down.
"Good wine!"
With a resounding crackling sound, the three men smashed their empty mugs onto the floor.
This was a traditional Asgardian custom: whenever they enjoyed a drink, they smashed the mug.
"Selling mugs in Asgard would definitely be a guaranteed profit," Du Mu mused inwardly.
"Du Mu, come and drink with us!"
Volstagg patted his large belly, inviting Du Mu, practically shouting that the fun was about to begin.
"No thanks, I don't really like drinking."
"How can a true warrior not drink? Du Mu, you're too weak!"
Du Mu narrowed his eyes, "I happen to have a bottle of wine here. If you three can finish it, how about I join you for a drink?"
Hearing this, the Three Warriors burst into laughter.
"Forget one bottle, I could easily drink a hundred!"
"Exactly, exactly! I drink wine like water usually."
"We don't need all three of us; I can finish it myself!"
The Three Warriors one by one thumped their chests, making grand boasts, claiming that whoever got drunk was a dog.
A little while later, several dull thuds sounded.
The Three Warriors, who had just been so spirited, were now transformed into Asgard's Three Dogs, collapsing onto the table one after another, snoring loudly.
"That's it?"
Du Mu scoffed and put away the Infinite Wine Bottle in his hand.
As soon as the wine inside the bottle was poured out, new wine would automatically generate inside, and the type of wine was random.
It was fortunate that Asgard's Three Dogs had astonishing physiques; if this were the average Earth human, chugging over ten different kinds of strong spirits in a short period would definitely lead to alcohol poisoning and a trip to the hospital.