Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 465

The meal was not pleasant, as Merlin had expected.

Although Elliott Randolph carefully prepared a lot of delicacies, he also tried to decorate his banquet hall in an Asgardian style, even removed the electric lights, replaced the burning braziers around, and added some Asgardian-style murals hung around the banquet hall, but this did not quench the disappointment and anger in his son.

The two quarreled almost from the moment they met, and at one point even punched each other.

But in the end, their quarrel did not affect Merlin's dinner with the dwarf Vorstagg.

"They were arguing really hard."

Merlin reached out and took a large piece of barbecued meat with bones from the plate in front of him, and while cutting off the meat with a knife, he listened to the arguments and shouts from upstairs.

In front of his eyes, the mouth of the dwarf who was biting the meat at an extremely fast speed was full of food. He said vaguely:

"It doesn't matter, this is the way Asgardians get along...the more they argue, it means that the problem is about to be solved."

The dwarf shook his head and threw the bone in his hand aside, picked up a perfectly grilled chicken leg, and the spiced chicken leg twirled around in his mouth, leaving only the chicken bone.

"Fu..."

Vostagg let out a groan of relief, grabbed the wooden goblet, and drank the honey-smelling wine inside.

"boom"

The dwarf smashed his goblet on the table and cried out:

"This is real mead! Old Randolph looks like a master distiller...Hell, this stuff must have been cellared for hundreds of years, and it's the best thing I've had this year!"

"Continued Cup!"

He slapped the table and yelled.

Soon, a servant brought a full glass of mead again, and removed the clean barbecue plates that had been eaten, and brought new food.

Well, Dr. Randolph seems to be very familiar with the appetite of the Asgardians. Outside the house, there are 7 chefs who are still roasting meat, which can barely keep up with the speed of Merlin and the dwarves eating.

Of course, most of the food is eaten by dwarves.

His stomach was like a bottomless pit.

"Speaking of which, you are also a soldier."

Merlin gracefully inserted a piece of meat with a fork and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he said to the dwarf general in front of him:

"Don't you have any ill feelings towards Randolph? He is... a deserter after all."

"Bad feeling? No, no, not at all."

Verstagg stroked his oily beard and muttered:

"He was the commander of the Berserker Legion back then. He was my predecessor. My family is a military family in Asgard. I know exactly what it means to be a Berserker. I also know what happened to old Randolph. It is a miracle that he survived."

dwarf said:

"When the Berserker Legion was the vanguard in Midgard against the invading Jotunheim frost giants, they were wiped out, but they bought enough time for the Golden Palace Guards to gather and completely reversed the situation... They didn't lose their glory."

"What's more, Old Randolph left after the end of the war. He is not considered a deserter... At most, he is considered to have given up his duties, but his companions are all dead, and no one can criticize him."

Vostagg picked up a grilled fish, he sniffed it, then put the whole fish into his mouth, and said to Merlin:

"We Asgardians worship honor, but we are not rigid."

"Ok."

Merlin listened attentively, and the quarrel upstairs became weaker, which seemed to prove that the father and son might have reached a reconciliation.

He looked again at the dwarf, and he asked:

"Tell me about Asgard again. I'm very interested in your world."

"Ah, storytelling, I like it."

The dwarf drank his wine and said:

"What do you want to hear? The forge of Walter Alheim? Or the Sea of ​​Eternal Burning in Muspelheim? Or the mighty and splendid Golden Palace? Or the king's treasure that contains endless wealth?"

"Let's talk about current events."

Merlin picked up his wine glass, raised his hand to the dwarf, and said:

"I'm not very interested in history. Is there anything worth noting in your world recently?"

"Uh...it doesn't seem to be a big deal."

dwarf said:

"After being defeated by Thor, the undead frost giants still wanted to cross the border to plunder, but Sif's legion was guarding the border, and she would not give those frost giants any chance."

"The dark elves in Alfheim have been a little restless recently, but this is also a common thing. Those bastards who worship evil gods will not be too quiet at this time of year, but Hogan's team is already prepared for defense. They seem to be planning to go underground this year and take the initiative to attack those black-skinned elves."

"Loki, who is not likable, has released a few new plays, all for women and sissies. I am not interested at all, but the citizens of Asgard like it very much."

"Oh, by the way, Queen Frigga wants Thor and Sif to get engaged, but neither of them is very willing... They are more like comrades-in-arms than husband and wife."

The dwarf shrugged and said:

"Sif is a good fighter, but seriously, I can't imagine her in a wedding dress..."

"Sif? Thor..."

Merlin shook his head, took a sip of his wine, smiled and said:

"It's very interesting. Those characters in the mythology of our world are spoken by you in such a relaxed and ordinary tone, as if you accidentally encountered Thor when you went out to buy groceries."

"Haha."

The dwarf laughed too, and said to Merlin:

"You call us 'gods', but we know we are not, we are just a group of aliens who are different from you. However, Asgard does have the concept of divine power, but how to say, those things , It’s too far away for us young people.”

Verstagg took a bite of a piece of beef and said:

"Of all of us, only Thor has the potential to gain real power for some time to come, just like his father Odin. Become the real god of thunder."

"Divine power?"

Merlin became interested. He put down the knife in his hand and asked curiously:

"Tell me about this in detail... Is it a power like a god? Or is it a name for power?"

"All."

The dwarf didn't seem to think it was a secret, he said to Merlin carelessly:

"Asgardians are creatures with a high degree of unity of spirit and body. Our spiritual strength can affect our own existence. Berserkers are a very clear example. As long as our spiritual will is strong enough, we will be able to fight on the battlefield." It's hard to beat."

"And divine power is a more advanced manifestation of this explicit willpower."

"I'll give an example."

The dwarf plated a pie garnished with cherries and strawberries, and as he ate the sweet and sour thing, he said:

"Odin, the great Odin was a warrior when he was young. He didn't know any magic except the manipulation of thunder and lightning in his blood, just like Thor now. But after Odin passed the Wisdom Giant After Ymir's trial, he gained his own divine power, and the lightning he manipulated became even more terrifying, as if he had his own consciousness."

"Of course, this is also related to Gungnir, the gun of judgment, but it is more due to Odin's divine power."

"He learned a lot of magic without a teacher, and he can also use the words of God... Just like in the legend, the words of God are powerful. In the Nine Kingdoms, no one can resist Odin's words of God , He said that a certain person's strength will be lost, and that person will become extremely weak the next moment. He said that a certain person will win glory, and that person will enter the Hall of Valor after death."

The dwarf Vorstagg said in an awed voice:

"That is the real power of the gods. It is higher-level than the power we use, and it is more difficult to understand and figure out. However, divine power holders like Odin are rare in the entire history of Asgard. They have either withered in the In the time, or disappear, only Odin is the only one who still exists in the present age."

"But Thor will surely be the second!"

The dwarf said confidently:

"Thor's talent is as powerful as his father's, much more powerful than his ineffective younger brother. I also heard that Loki seems to be seeking supernatural power, but he will definitely not succeed... Hehe, everyone Everyone thinks so."

"It sounds like Thor is your friend and Loki your enemy?"

Merlin slowly digested the secrets the dwarves told him. While drinking, he said:

"Why do you hate Loki so much? Is he a badass? Vicious?"

"Not at all."

The dwarf said frankly:

"It's just that Loki always likes to play some tricks. He learned magic from Queen Frigga since he was a child. He is the leading magic master in Asgard, but his fighting style is not glorious at all, and he likes to play a lot of pranks. Moreover, he is very Jealous of Thor, but Thor loves him and protects him all the time."

Vostagg glanced at Merlin, and said:

"Locky is just like you agents. He always likes to get to the bottom of everything. Of course, I don't hate you, friend Merlin. You have proved your bravery in the battle against the Kree. You single-handedly destroyed a complete Kerry Sentinel, this is not something everyone can do!"

The dwarf raised his wine glass and said to Merlin:

"You are a warrior with both wisdom and strength, maybe you will be able to enter the Hall of Valor in the future."

"It sounds like damning someone to hell."

Merlin knew what the Hall of Valor represented in Asgardian culture, he shook his head, made a joke, then stood up, and clinked with the dwarf's wine glass, he said:

"May you live forever in your glory, friend of Asgard."

"And, I wish you to obtain your own divine power as soon as possible. You seem to be envious of that power."

"Snapped"

The two wine glasses clinked together, and amidst the aroma of mead, the banquet continued.

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Early the next morning, Merlin and old Randolph stood outside the manor, watching the drunken Vorstagg and Skorky disappear in the light of the Rainbow Bridge.

Merlin tilted his head and looked at Old Randolph beside him, he asked:

"Isn't he staying? Didn't you reconcile last night?"

"It's just a preliminary settlement."

The old man sighed silently, and said:

"My son still resents me for abandoning him and his mother. He doesn't even want to call me father...but he agrees to visit me as a lonely old man occasionally in the future. There is hope for a solution.”

"Well, then you have to be careful."

Merlin said maliciously:

"Next time when I'm not around, be careful that your son comes to you with an axe."

"Ha ha."

Old Randolph smiled disdainfully, and said:

"A little kid who has never even been on the battlefield, let alone a battle axe, even if he comes with Mjolnir or Gungnir, I won't be afraid."

The old man looked at the dissipated light in the sky, he sighed, turned around, and handed something to Merlin.

"Let's accept the reward we agreed upon."

"what is this?"

Merlin looked at the nondescript pebble in his hand, and he suspected that Randolph picked it up in the garden to fool him.

"This is the pointer."

Randolph pointed to the north with a mysterious face, and he said:

"On the night of the next full moon, you put it under the moonlight, and it will guide you to the sealed land. There is an ancient battlefield hundreds of years ago, and it should have sunk under the sea now. In short, wait When you find it, you'll know what I'm paying you for."

"But remember, Merlin."

Randolph lowered his voice and said to Merlin:

"Don't be greedy! Don't destroy it, just take one piece and leave."

"Then keep this secret in your heart forever...don't tell anyone."

"I have to warn you in advance, once you break that seal, you will become a serious criminal in the eyes of all Asgardian warriors, and even attract Heimdall to hunt you down personally."

"So, what is it?"

Merlin looked at the pebble in his hand and said:

"Don't make it so mysterious."

Under Merlin's questioning, Randolph thought for a while, and he said:

"You've read Nordic mythology, I mean, do you know the ancient stories that happened in that land?"

"Ah."

Merlin nodded and said:

"There are complete Norse mythology and other ancient poems in the library of wizards. I have read them, and then?"

"You know the story of Beowulf slaying the dragon?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Fine...that's the answer."

Randolph said in a whisper:

"With the help of young Thor, the dragon defeated by Beowulf..."

"But he's not dead yet."

(End of this chapter)