Druid's Marvel Travels

Chapter 216 Odin's Ambition (35 for subscription)
Oakes couldn't figure out if Odin's brain was just being funny.

But since the king of Asgard wants to open a nightclub on Earth, he has to become the king of nightclubs...

What can Oakes do, he can only support it.

However, he still reminded Odin cryptically that Asgard's secret spirits should not kill anyone...

Odin's Bar is located in the southwest corner of Central Park in Manhattan, covering a large area.

In the process of rebuilding New York, Rendehui participated in a lot, and it was relatively easy to rent such a large shop.

The name of the bar is "Valhalla", which is the Hall of Valor.

There is no so-called hidden elegance in general bars here, but a bold and fanatical feeling in the atmosphere.

Odin almost moved out the most essential part of the banquet in the Hall of Valor and decorated his bar.

Of course, the most important thing is that the drinks here not only have a wide variety, but also the genuine Asgard royal family's secret brewing.

All kinds of top-quality unique secret brews, the changing style of rough and elegant coexistence, and the owner who is not young but knowledgeable and noble, make it attract a large number of loyal customers as soon as it opens.

Most importantly, this tavern has no security at all, but no one can make trouble inside.

Although the shop owner has only one eye, any guy who wants to make trouble will never be able to think about it as long as he glances at it.

That is the majesty and momentum that mortals cannot resist.

After helping Odin with these preliminary tasks, Oakes quickly retreated and went to do his own thing.

Of course, the Rende Society has no apparent relationship with this "Valhalla".

As for the dark...

Does the Little Rainforest have Odin's secret brewing workshop?

But when Oakes heard that the well-known gangsters and scoundrels near the bar Valhalla started working in the bar in just a week, he still complained secretly.

Is this the start of recruitment?

But this is too hungry to choose what to eat!

But just when Oakes was guessing whether Odin was going to give each of them a Berserker cane and push them down a few streets, he received a call from Odin.

"Huh? Someone important?"

Oakes smiled wryly and listened to Odin's ramblings on the phone. This old man has recruited a group of gangsters and scoundrels, and he still thinks he doesn't have enough manpower. What does he want to do? !
"Not too many, a few people are enough."

Odin snorted coldly in disgust:
"As Midgardians, these guys can fight well, but their strategy and management are messed up and they are useless!"

What do you old people want to do if you want to plan and manage talents? !
"But the Rende Society is not suitable to have any superficial connection with Valhalla, let alone in terms of personnel——

We are an environmental protection non-profit organization, we must ensure the purity of the organization. "

"Well...then why don't you just find me someone who isn't from the Rendehui?"

Odin has the virtue of "I'm relying on you":

"If I need to do everything myself, it will be boring."

Oakes sighed and had to say that was indeed the case.

The more shots you make, the more likely the king of gods will get impatient and drop the pick.

If he really quit playing, or started hard, it would not be easy to deal with.

"Huh? I seem to have thought of a suitable candidate."

Oakes was about to say something for a while, but suddenly his eyes lit up:
"But I have to ask your old man for a pardon first."

"A pardon?"

Odin was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized:

"Forgive who? Are there Asgardians on Earth?"

"That's right... There is an Asgardian who has stayed on Earth for more than 800 years."

Oakes laughed and said:
"After 800 years, he is obviously very familiar with the things on the earth, enough to meet your request, but if there is no pardon, he probably would rather commit suicide than dare to come."

"...you come to the bar and tell me what's going on."

……

When Professor Elliot Randolph saw Oakes holding the Odin rune, he almost knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot.

How could he not recognize the power of the father of the gods?

"I told you everything I knew last time! That English castle!"

"Relax, Professor Randolph, this time is a good thing."

Oakes looked at Professor Randolph, who was about to shake into a sieve, dumbfounded, and finally understood the supremacy of Odin's power in the eyes of the Asgardians.

"Ox... sage, advisor, lord..."

Randolph fumbled for a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to cry:
"That's the power of the father of the gods! How can I relax..."

Although he was born as a commoner stonemason, as a regular soldier of the Berserker Legion, he also knew very well what the titles of 'Title Sage' and 'Royal Advisor' meant in Asgard.

But he never expected that this lord would come to see him with the power of Odin!
"You... didn't you say you wouldn't reveal my whereabouts!"

"I'm here to prevent you from future troubles...don't call!"

Oakes leaned forward, and with Randolph's horrified expression, pressed the absolution rune on Randolph's body.

"..."

Professor Randolph, who was pinching his own neck and trying not to cry out, slowly opened his eyes, and was relieved to see that he was fine.

"Just now I felt that my soul had returned to Hull's underworld..."

"That is the pardon rune of Odin, the king of heaven. From now on, you are no longer a deserter from Asgard."

Oakes smiled and patted Professor Randolph on the shoulder:

"On the contrary, you are now chosen by the king of heaven, Odin, as his walker on the ground, to take care of his industries on the earth...

If you behave well, Uranus himself rewards you. "

"what?!"

Randolph felt like his brain was going to fail. What did he hear?
"That's the way it is, Odin, the king of heaven..."

Oakes told Randolph, his eyes gradually widened.

"Well, this matter is kept secret, understand?"

"Understood! I understand very well..." Randolph hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Odin, the king of Asgard, secretly came to the earth for vacation, and he will be his walker on the ground...

Although a companion is like a tiger, as long as you don't let yourself leave the earth, change your identity as a free person...

"This matter, I will definitely handle it properly!"

Isn't it just managing a bar? What a big deal!
Randolph is full of confidence. As an alcoholic Asgardian, what kind of bar has he never been to?
He knows everything about bar trends in the past 800 years!
"great."

Oakes clapped his hands, took out the ticket and handed it to him:
"Leaving in the afternoon, Manhattan, New York, Valhalla bar."

But after hesitating for a while, Oakes quietly warned the confident Randolph:
"Well, according to my speculation, the king's goal is not just a bar."

"Anthracene? What else?"

"About unifying the New York underworld..."

Randolph: "...can I not go!"

(End of this chapter)