"A thousand years ago, the Frost Giants of Jotunheim invaded Midgard. They threatened to plunge Midgard into a new ice age."
"Asgard's King Odin summoned the Asgardian army and allied with the forces of Midgard to fight against the Frost Giants."
"Ultimately, under Odin's leadership, the allied forces defeated the Frost Giants and protected the peace of the Nine Realms."
"It is historically known as the Battle of Tønsberg."
When the glorious deeds of Asgard's conquest of the Nine Realms were mentioned, the guests present and the attendants at the banquet all proudly puffed out their chests.
Although Thor's coronation ceremony was interrupted, the Asgardians attending the celebration still held many banquets.
Feeling bored, Lucas followed an attendant and participated in one of them.
"Mr. Lucas."
"Mr. Lucas."
"Mr. Lucas."
Walking through the banquet, people occasionally greeted him, and Lucas responded with a smile and a nod each time.
As one of the two people who were received with great courtesy, Lucas had gained some fame in Asgard.
Many people were quite curious about his abilities. The adults could still control their curiosity and maintain their etiquette but the children might not.
Just as Lucas found a seat and was about to enjoy the Asgardian delicacies and listen to the tales of Asgard's past recounted by the people at the banquet, a child suddenly ran up to him and asked curiously, "Mr. Lucas, can you use magic? Like Prince Loki? Can you create many versions of yourself?"
The child's question attracted everyone's attention, they also wanted to know what abilities Lucas possessed.
Lucas smiled at the child but did not answer, continuing to drink the specially brewed Asgardian mead.
Just as everyone felt Lucas was too aloof and the child felt disappointed, a hand patted his shoulder, and Lucas's voice sounded from behind him.
"You mean, like this?"
In front of the child, Lucas's true body was drinking mead.
No one present noticed when Lucas created a clone to get behind the child.
"Wow!"
"Good!"
Clap! Clap...
Lucas's magic performance drew applause and cheers from everyone present.
Lucas raised his glass and gestured, "Drink."
"Drink!"
In fact, the Images of Ikonn clone and Loki's clone are not the same thing.
Loki's are not clones, but illusions. He just likes to make the illusions look like himself, which makes them seem like clones.
"Burp!"
After several hours of intense drinking, Lucas prepared to leave. He had already gotten everyone who was drinking at the banquet drunk.
Just then, a tall, armored figure sat down in front of him.
Thor?
Shouldn't he be planning now?
To attack the Frost Giants' lair, Jotunheim, one of the Nine Realms, which interrupted his coronation ceremony?
Despite his inner worries, Thor still forced a smile. "I heard, Mr. Lucas, that you have already gotten hundreds of Asgardian warriors drunk, and you are still not satisfied. Now, let us accompany you."
Looking up, it wasn't just Thor, but Loki, Sif, and The Warriors Three were also there.
Lucas's expression was strange.
On their way to conquer Jotunheim, did they hear about his feat?
So they decided to come over, get him drunk, and then go attack Jotunheim?
How willful.
However, if that's the case, you might have to postpone your plans.
"Drink."
Without further ado, Lucas raised his glass. No matter how many people came, he was going to wipe out Asgard today.
After three thousand rounds of drinks and five hundred dishes, Thor and the others were already tipsy, but Lucas's expression remained normal.
Due to Lucas's physique, no matter what he ate or drank, he only tasted it. The words 'full' and 'drunk' had long since departed from his vocabulary.
Perhaps realizing that further drinking would delay their important mission to attack Jotunheim and uncover the truth behind the Frost Giants' invasion of Asgard, Sif and The Warriors Three began to encourage Thor to drink more.
Fandral: "Thor, I toast you."
Hogun: "It is you who led us into the most glorious battle."
Volstagg: "Thor, I also toast you. It is you who gave me delicious food and fine wine, making me feel ecstatic."
Sif: "Thor, I also toast you. When I proved that a maiden could become the kingdom's bravest warrior, it was you who supported me from behind."
Yes, they were encouraging Thor to drink more, not less.
Although Sif and The Warriors Three had agreed to accompany Thor into battle, it didn't mean they were unaware that this was defying Odin's command.
Now, by a stroke of luck, they had an opportunity to stop Thor, and they naturally had to seize the moment.
"Good, drink!"
Thor accepted all drinks.
In his hazy state, he felt that their words sounded familiar.
These seem to be his lines.
That's how he just persuaded them all to join him in conquering Jotunheim.
Beside them, Loki, who had drunk less and remained clear-headed, was helpless. He had meticulously planned all this, only for it to be dramatically disrupted.
First, he let three Frost Giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor's coronation ceremony.
Then, he fanned the flames and provoked Thor, making him, in his anger, defy Odin's command and lead a few friends to attack Jotunheim alone.
All the above plans proceeded smoothly, but the subsequent plan was unexpectedly terminated.
In his plan, he would tip off Odin, allowing him to rescue them at a critical moment.
Then, when Odin reprimanded Thor, he would fan the flames, making Odin dislike Thor.
However, this sorcerer...
He can really drink.
Thor is almost drunk, but he looks perfectly fine.
Loki looked at Lucas, his face full of surprise.
Although they also hone their bodies, a sorcerer's focus is primarily on the spiritual aspect.
Compared to the physique of Thor, a member of the Asgardian royal family, there was simply no comparison.
As Lucas downed one cup of mead after another, Loki did not sense any magical fluctuations. He was completely relying on his physical body to digest the alcohol and food.
In other words, this sorcerer's physique is even stronger than Thor's?
And considerably stronger.
After observing Lucas for a moment, Loki asked, "Mr. Lucas, are you a Midgardian?"
He truly couldn't understand why Lucas was fine after drinking so much.
Normally, an Asgardian's physique is three times stronger that of a Midgardian. And Thor's physique far surpasses that of an ordinary Asgardian.
Lucas shook his head, denying, "No."
Lucas was not an Earthling from this timeline. He came from the Earth of another world. Both his body and soul were from there.
Loki suddenly understood.
So that's it.
That makes sense.
This Lucas, besides being a sorcerer, is likely also a powerful warrior.
A powerful warrior who hones both magic and body, who has ended up in Midgard.
Is there a chance to win him over, to make him support my succession as Asgard's King?
In Asgard, my prestige is not as good as Thor's, but I can find outside help.
Loki silently calculated in his mind.
Lucas listened silently.
He already knows I'm a sorcerer, and his mind is unguarded, so you can't blame me for eavesdropping, can you?