In the palace of the deep sea, the long wooden table is surrounded by many gods, and the table that can seat thousands of people has all kinds of rare delicacies that are difficult to find in the world, heavenly, underground, water, winged, wingless, meaty, non-meaty, all kinds of worldly delicacies are included in this meal.

The gods who were depressed and uncomfortable because of the death of Badr, the god of light, except for Thor, who was still fighting the frost giants in the distance, gathered here under the gathering of the old sea god Egil to relieve the unhappiness in their hearts, and the gods who had a good relationship with the god of light, Badr, showed a sad look on their faces, and cursed the Loki with a long sigh.

However, the food and lively atmosphere eventually diluted everything, and the originally somewhat somber banquet gradually became high and cheerful.

And the god king Odin, who was sitting at the top of the long table, looked at everything in front of him silently, with all kinds of incomprehensible charm in his deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Beside him, the old sea god Egil, who was the master, seemed very calm, for him, he would not be too involved in the disputes in the Asaph gods, and he had maintained a neutral attitude between giants and gods for a long time, and he knew very well what the invisible boundary was.

Although he summoned the gods to the feast, he did not speak too much, and remained silent, neither far nor near.

"Odin, I am saddened by the passing of Badr, the god of light. ”

Facing Odin beside him, the old sea god Egil's face showed a little sadness at the right time.

Odin's face was noncommittal about the sadness of the old sea god Egil, and after a long silence, he suddenly said softly.

"Here he comes. ”

The God-King's voice was so soft that it was so light that it was even inaudible to the noisy feast, and only the old sea god Egil, who was closest to him, could react.

"What? You're talking about who's coming?"

The old sea god frowned and couldn't help but try to ask.

And at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the palace.

"You can't ...... No, you can't go in. ”

Outside the palace, the eager voices of the two servants of the old sea god Egil, Femafinn and Elder, entered the palace, and the gods looked outside the palace, only to see that under the eagerness of the two divine servants, a familiar figure continued to walk into the palace.

In an instant, the palace that was originally full of laughter and noise suddenly became quiet, looking at the people who came outside the palace, the gods were stunned, and only the footsteps of the people who came echoed unhurriedly in the palace.

"When...... While...... When ......"

Against the backdrop of the deep waters, under the gaze of the gods, the thin Loki walked, with a thick smile on his handsome face, as he used to smile, looking at the gods in front of him, he opened his arms and smiled.

"Noble gods, such a feast, I wonder if you can invite me. ”

And in front of him, there were only a pair of gloomy and unkind eyes that responded to him.

From top to bottom, from left to right, from far to near...... Everywhere is full of all kinds of unkindness and malice, and no pair of eyes reciprocate the slightest kindness to him.

And Loki had already prepared for this, and just said with a light smile.

"I have come from afar, and I am so hungry and thirsty that I wonder if the gods of Asaph will give me, a traveler, a cup of honey to quench my thirst. ”

After speaking, he bowed slightly, and his modesty was really hard to refuse.

However, a sneering voice rang out in the audience.

"Oh, the gods also have their own standards for who is seated, how can anyone participate in this feast. ”

When Loki heard this, he saw Bragi, the god of poetry, sitting at the feast, looking at him with mockery, the son of Odin, the god of all bards, whose eloquence and eloquence almost amazed the gods.

Loki frowned slightly, he didn't want to argue with the talkative god, and instead looked up at Odin who was sitting in the first place in front of him, and in front of him, Odin had been watching him silently from the moment Loki stepped into the palace.

Or rather, he had been looking at the wide open palace gate all the time, waiting for the figure that was about to appear.

A god king of the Asaph, a lord of the Nine Worlds, an evil god banished from the Garden of Asaph, and a god of fire and deception, both of whom had seen the future, understood what was going to happen next, and knew what Loki was about to doom, but neither said anything.

Just by glancing at each other, the thoughts between the two of them were already self-evident.

Loki wants to use this opportunity to make one last redemption, but Loki's desire to release the three siblings is something that Odin cannot agree to in any way, and if Odin cannot agree, the differences between the two can never be reconciled.

Looking deeply at the handsome young man in front of him, the old God King said in a deep voice.

"Loki. ”

He didn't say much, just used it as a greeting.

And in front of him, Loki said calmly.

"Odin, you swore an oath...... We are brothers of flesh and blood, and you will never drink it alone, and you will never drink it alone. Now...... I, the traveler, want to quench my thirst with a glass of mead, and I wonder if you can agree. ”

His voice was low and inexplicably deep, and Odin understood what he was saying, but did not answer directly, but was silent for a moment before speaking softly.

"I swore that I would never drink him alone unless it was for the two of us to drink together, Loki, sit down. ”

As he spoke, he tapped the heavy table with the knuckle of his index finger, and at once, a seedling grew rapidly at the end of the heavy table, and the seedling quickly expanded, and in less than a moment it grew into a rattan chair-like seat.

Loki glanced at him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and when he said this vow, Odin did not say the first half......

His heart was already bitter and gloomy, but he still maintained a smile on his face, and Shi Shiran sat down, completely ignoring the unhappy and disgusted expressions of the gods around him.

......

The gods laughed uncontrollably over the noisy feast, and the small episode did not interrupt the feast among the gods, and they laughed as if they didn't care about Loki.

Yes, in the entire banquet, not a single god and Loki said a word, not a single god glanced at Loki, and all the gods in the noisy banquet did not seem to see Loki.

In the midst of all the excitement and noise, only Loki's seat was quiet......

It's quiet as if you're alone.

Loki watched everything silently, quietly drinking alone, looking at the gods in front of him, feeling the disdain and mockery that seemed to be written on their faces, as if he were looking at a beggar who gave him a little food from above, but did not take him seriously.

This almost naked humiliation and mockery surrounded Loki, who endured it alone and silently, but the smile on his face was fading and replaced by a look of gloom.

"Haha......"

In the midst of laughter, the gods still drank.

Suddenly, Loki took a deep breath and returned that cynical smile to his gloomy face, then he stood up, picked up the honey in his horn, and said in a loud voice.

"All the male gods of the Garden of Asaph, let us have this toast!"

And with Loki's sudden uprightness, the originally lively and noisy banquet was quiet, or rather, all the gods were waiting for this moment, waiting for this moment of Loki's seizure.

Loki looked around, glanced at the gods in front of him, and continued.

"All the goddesses of the Garden of Asaph, let us have a toast!"

His voice did not stop, he raised the honey in his hand again, and shouted again.

"All sanctimonious gods, let us toast!"

As he spoke, his face showed a bit of mockery, and his eyes were already extremely cold, and he could feel that with his words, the gaze around him became more and more unkind.

I'm afraid that as long as the God King Odin's face shows any dissatisfaction, they will directly rush up in anger and tear him to pieces.

The corners of Loki's mouth were slightly hooked, and there was no fear on his face, but instead he showed the smiling expression he made most often, and then looked at one of the seats and mocked.

"But Blachi, the god of poetry, who sits in the farthest place, is not worthy to drink this glass of wine. ”

With Loki's mocking voice, in his sight, the face of the god of poetry, Brocky, was stunned at first, and then turned into deep anger.