Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Because she has been looking at the future, an unchanging future is too boring for her.

The arrival of the promise disrupted the destined future.

For Shikodi, this is equivalent to the original black and white TV suddenly turning into color and changing the channel, full of unknowns and freshness.

This is why Shikodi asked her divine envoy to go to Nuoyan on her behalf.

Like she said, to witness and record.

...

When night falls.

The country of dwarves, Svartalfheim.

The little bird, which had been flying all day, finally flew across several boundaries and arrived in front of Nuoyan at dusk.

She placed the golden apple in her mouth into Nuoyan's hand.

And lying on Nuo Yan's shoulder, he was so tired that he didn't want to move at all.

Then I thought that this would be a daily routine for a long time to come.

Starting from today, every Monday it must go to the Golden Apple Holy Court, receive the golden apple from the hands of the goddess of youth, and then bring it back to the promise.

It rolled its eyes and already wanted to die!

"Hey, Noel, who is this little bird?"

Just as he accepted the promise of the golden apple, looked at its appearance, and touched its head feeling a little funny, Sigurd, who happened to be passing by, couldn't help but asked curiously.

The dwarf Mime also cast a look, even with a little surprise in her eyes.

Because he felt the breath of God from this little bird!

"It's the eyes of the goddess of fate."

Nuoyan replied without any concealment.

Anyway, both Sigurd and the dwarf Mime knew that the promise was brought to them by the goddess of fate.

But, the eyes of the goddess of destiny?

wrong!

To be precise, it is actually the eyes and ears of the gods now!

"Oh, what's its name?"

After hearing the fate's order, Sigurd was briefly surprised and couldn't help but curiously asked again.

I even wanted to reach out and touch it, but it slapped it away in disgust.

"Hmm...it seems like he doesn't have a name yet."

Nuoyan looked at the bird,

Under Nuoyan's gaze, Xiaoniao reluctantly nodded.

It really has no name, after all, it is just an inconspicuous little angel.

"How about I give you a name?" Looking at Nuo Yan who smiled, and looking into his clear and bright green eyes, the green bird was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"So, Xiaoqing, Xiaocui?"

Hearing the promise blurted out the next moment after looking at his own hair, the bird flapped its wings angrily even though it was too tired to move.

He pecked Nuoyan's head hard, making Sigurd, who was watching from the side, laugh non-stop with his belly in his arms.

"Stop biting, don't bite, I was wrong, I was wrong, I think seriously it's not okay!"

Nuoyan held his head and quickly begged for mercy.

Only then did the cyan bird let go of its promise.

Standing on the table nearby, staring at Nuoyan.

Showing a look of 'You'd better tell the truth! ’ look.

"Well, let me think about it, since you are the messenger of the goddess of fate..."

After muttering, Nuoyan turned around and set up an altar, offered something to the goddess of fate, and started talking. After getting the promise, he didn't wait for everyone to react.

"Okay, she agreed."

Promising to look back, he looked at the little bird with a smile and said: "From today on, your name will be Shini... Then Ni'er, from now on, please give me some advice~~"

Chapter 217: Recasting the Broken Holy Sword of Gulam (5k)

Three years passed in a blink of an eye.

Svartalfheim, dwarven kingdom, outside Mime's cave.

"Noel, morning~~"

In the early morning, on the Monday of the weekly reincarnation, the little bird Shini, dressed in green and with a little silly feather on her head, rushed back from the distant Asgard Kingdom and brought the youth goddess Iden to her promise. of golden apples.

Sitting under the ancient evergreen tree outside the cave, Nuo Yan, after skillfully taking the golden apple, looked at the bird perched on his shoulder, with a visibly jumping expression, and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Ni'er? Could it be that I heard something interesting again when I went back this time?”

"Well, Noel, let me tell you, Lord Loki, the God of Trickery, has started playing pranks again. This time, he actually cut off the goddess Sif's blond hair as bright as the sun, and then was being chased by Lord Thor, God of Thunder. Traveling all over the world.”

The little bird Shini answered the promise question with a light and melodious female voice.

In the beginning, Nier could not speak yet, but as a divine messenger, learning language was not difficult for her.

The reason why she chirped at first was because Shikodi, the goddess of destiny, spoke very little, so she didn't study. After following her promise, she successfully mastered the language in about three days.

The goddess Sif is the wife of Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology.

Goddess of land and harvest, one of the twelve main Nordic gods.

She is also the most beautiful goddess among the gods, except for Freya, the goddess of beauty.

According to rumors, the most commendable thing about her is her long hair that shines more beautifully than gold.

In this regard, Sif took care of it very carefully every day, treating it as a treasure. She even sought out the goddess of fate and asked for the spring of Ulde that watered the world tree, and tried her best to clean her beautiful long hair. .

However, it may be because of such cherishing that Loki's peeps were attracted.

Taking advantage of her opportunity to rest quietly in the Evergreen Garden in the afternoon, Loki cut off her hair.

Nuoyan listened to the little bird Nier, chirping and telling what he saw when he returned this time.

The goddess hiding in her room crying and saying she would never go out again, and the angry God of Thunder Thor chasing Loki around in a carriage.

I couldn't help but laughed and said: "In the past three years, almost all the things I have heard from you are related to the God of Trickery. Well... I finally understand why you don't even want to get close to me. He did."

"Because Lord Loki is really going too far. He even thought about withering the water of the Fountain of Ulder, or cutting off the hair of the Goddess Shikoti, so that his fateful eyes would always be exposed. If he hadn't been The great god-king Odin stopped it!"

Nier showed an expression of human anger and was aggrieved for her goddess.

It can be seen that in the Kingdom of Asgard, even a bird despises Loki.

"And Goddess Sif is obviously a very good goddess. Once I was tired from flying and stopped near her, and she personally used a leaf to bring me nectar!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Nuoyan couldn't help but tilt his head and look at her standing on his shoulder, and said: "Then you still look so happy..."

Three years have passed since we met,

And because of the order of Shikodi, the goddess of fate, the little bird Nier and Nuoyan have been inseparable for the past three years.

Therefore, Nuo Yan has naturally noticed that if this bird meets Brother Ma one day in the future, he will definitely be able to chat with her.

One eats grass,

Eat melon alone!

If it was pointed out...

"No way, it's nonsense, I don't have it!"

Just like this, three consecutive negatives directly and quickly.

When pressed, she would say that she was not eating or watching the fun at all, she was just recording everything she saw on behalf of the goddess of fate who could not go out. She had a glorious mission, so it was not because she thought it was interesting!

"Well... If you put it this way, the God of Trickery will probably come here in the near future."

After thinking about it, Nuo Yan replied like this.

"Huh?" Nier tilted her head, blinked at Nuoyan with her smart eyes, and said, "Why do you say that?"

"Because if you want to calm down the anger of Thor, the God of Thunder, you must return the hair to the goddess Sif so that she will stop crying, so I think that the God of Trickery will come here and find a powerful blacksmith. , to create the same long hair.”

Nuoyan said so, and the truth of the matter is that Nuoyan still remembers this legend of Nordic mythology.

Loki cut off Sif's hair and burned it. Then he was caught by the angry Thor and pinned to the ground and beaten. In the end, he had no choice but to beg for mercy and vowed to give the goddess Sif back a hair. The exact same long hair made the goddess stop crying.

In this way, Thor, the god of thunder, let him go.

Later, Loki came to the country of the dwarves and found a powerful blacksmith, who actually made an identical pair of golden hair that could grow freely.

Not only that, he also made a bet with a proud dwarf and expressed his willingness to sacrifice his head if he lost.

During this period, in order to prevent himself from losing, Loki turned into a fly and kept disgusting the opponent, making the dwarf unable to work peacefully.

But in the end, Loki still lost.

Because that proud dwarf forged an artifact that was no less inferior to God King Odin's, the Eternal Spear.

That will be Thor’s future weapon, Mjolnir, Mjolnir!

But of course Loki was not beheaded later, not because the dwarf was soft-hearted, but because Loki argued that the bet was on the head, not the neck.

He said that in front of so many great gods who upheld justice, if he really wanted to cut off his head, he must not cut off even a single bit of his neck.

In this way, the dwarf who was offended in the end could only angrily sew Loki's mouth shut.

Recalling these things, I looked back at the little bird Ni'er on my shoulder, and thought of the rumors I had heard through Ni'er over the years.

Nuoyan himself had already figured out why when he first met Odin, Odin's first reaction was to tell him to stay away from that guy Loki.

"But, I also want to draw a picture of the wolf and the snake."

Nuo Yan muttered,

That was the demon wolf that devoured the God King.

Defeated Thor, the snake that surrounds the world!

As a painter of gods, the god in charge of painting in ancient Greek mythology, if he didn't paint them, Nuoyan himself would feel unworthy of picking up that pure white paintbrush!

"Well, Noel, what are you talking about?"

He tilted his head, facing Nier on his shoulder and asked doubtfully.

And Nuoyan was just about to say a few words to get over it.

"Noel!"

The familiar man's voice came from behind.

Then I saw a handsome demigod boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, walking towards Nuoyan and Xiaoniao in the breeze.

Apart from the cheap brother who made the promise now, and one of the brightest heroes in this future era, the great hero Sigurd, who else is there.

But at such an age, he should have been high-spirited, but at this moment he looked particularly downcast as he sat down next to Nuoyan.

"Failed again today?"

Seeing this, Nuoyan asked subconsciously.

"Yeah." Sigurd nodded slightly frustrated and said, "Uncle Mime promised to let me go out and explore, but no matter what kind of weapon he forged, I still broke it with just a little effort."

"So when can I start my adventure?"

Nuoyan glanced at Sigurd and didn't answer.

Because he knew that Sigurd wanted to leave not because he was going to travel, but to fulfill his obligations.

It was to avenge his dead father and kill the king named Grani.