"Your Excellency...... My lord—" The shout woke Thor as he squinted his eyes, the slightly harsh sunlight outside the window shining directly onto the newly made counter top, and tucked away his elbows to his feet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Malten looked at him with some concern, hesitating and not knowing how to speak, since Thor left alone yesterday evening, he did not return to the warehouse until midnight, and today he seemed very unenergetic in the Chamber of Commerce, which could not help but make the fat merchant feel worried.

"What's wrong......" The dilated pupils tightened again, and Thor asked with a blank face as he reached out his right hand and rubbed his left shoulder.

"There's someone out there, it's Sir Evan Garnier—he has heard from nowhere that we have soap for sale. The fat merchant said, glancing at the waiter who was standing quietly behind him, then approached Thor a little closer, and whispered in his ear:

"The Garnier family are well-known herb dealers in Worms, and they also have business dealings with Noah Conrad......

The Soth Chamber of Commerce in the Central District had been basically renovated, and Marten had hired a few well-known Worms civilians as the chamber of commerce's reception, and he himself became the main person in charge of the business, so Thor simply let him take Anna and Winnie back to the house, and it happened that there were several empty rooms on the top floor.

"Hmm...... You can receive it, since you are here, it is better to start selling in advance. Thor twisted his head, his collar was raised high today, and the black satin collar covered his neck, and the whole person looked a little listless.

"According to our previous plan, it will be sold in limited quantities - the initial price will be 10 golden roses as Miss Susie said. Saul said as he turned back and walked upstairs, the small three-story building converted into a chamber of commerce, the first floor was a hall for sales and reception, the second floor was converted into a lounge and VIP room, and the third floor was the residence of the Malten family.

After Saul finished speaking, he walked straight to the second floor.

The worry in Malten's eyes was a little thicker, and he specially told Saul about the identity and status of the person who came, Garnier was no longer an unknown small businessman in Worms, and it was very advantageous for the newly founded Chamber of Commerce to form a good relationship with each other.

But Thor seemed uninterested, as he had been since he had returned from last night.

"What the hell is going on...... Lord Sol ...... "As the backbone of the current crowd, maintaining the operation of the entire chamber of commerce organization and the tribe, Mal Teng is naturally worried that he should not have any problems, but if Sol does not take the initiative to say something to him, he can't ask, at least- it shouldn't be up to him to ask, Mal Teng knows that even if he is currently in charge of important work, in Thor subordinates, he is only a newcomer.

Not to mention Morey, Kratos and the others, he heard that there is a small tribe on the other side of the sea, and now that he has left the tribe, the one who manages the tribe for him is probably the real cronies.

"Old man Morey has said that many people from there will come to Worms this time......" Malten moved his fat body and walked towards the door, and went to meet Sir Avan of the Garnier house in person, but he was thinking about something else.

"I wonder if the newcomers will affect my location...... Who is closer to whom of your subordinates?......"

When he reached the door, he forcibly dispelled his distracting thoughts, changed into the kind and gentle, and graceful smiling face that he had tempered thousands of times, and walked towards the iron gate outside the house.

At this time, Thor staggered up the stairs, opened the wooden door of his lounge, waved his hand, drove away the attendants who followed him, and sat quietly on the mahogany chair leaning against the window.

He gently rolled down his pulled collar with his hands, trembling his hands and rubbing them around his neck.

As he took a deep breath, he saw thin black lines on the skin of his neck, like shutters that had been opened, and bursts of moist air were discharged, and the black lines were clearly an organ similar to gills.

Thor reached for the ceramic kettle placed on the wide table in front of him, and when he bent the spout, a little water flowed out, and he put his hand into the palm of his hand, nested his palm, and wiped it on the gills on both sides of his neck.

Ever since he got the strange spherical air mass in the unknown castle that night, the Great One left with it.

At last Leon sent Thor back to the warehouse in the lower district of Worms in a horse-drawn carriage, and thus the anticlimactic assembly ended, and the bard was in a good mood, smiling all the way, but it was a slightly crazy smile, which made the scalp tingle a little to watch.

When Thor asked him what the whole thing was all about, it seemed that because he had taken out the light and gained Leon's trust, or because he was in a good mood, he said a lot to Thor, and Thor still remembers it with mixed feelings.

"What the hell is that?"

"What are you talking about? The light you brought out?"

"All of them, and the square, the secret room—the statue. Thor sat in the carriage he had come, and galloped through the dark streets of the night.

"Haha-don't worry, now that we're like-minded partners, I'll tell you what I know, and then you should understand how much glory you've gotten. ”

Thor did not speak, but looked calmly at Leon, whose gentle smile always concealed some unknown fanaticism, and he said slowly:

"The square, the chamber, and the statue you said weren't built by us—" his tone became mysterious, and Thor thought to himself, "Nonsense, of course you didn't make it." But he didn't show it, just waited quietly for him to continue.

"These were discovered by the Great One, who had foreseen all this, that square and statues had belonged to a powerful race and to the gods they worshipped. ”

"Gods?" Thor looked puzzled, his knowledge of the gods of the Wotan continent was limited to the god of fire worshipped by the dwarves, and the cult of the god of light, which was popular on half the continent.

"Yes, some mighty god, the great ones are here to learn—" Leon's voice suddenly became small, as if he was afraid that a hand or something would suddenly reach out from the darkness around him.

He cautiously muttered to the corner of Thor's mouth, "The mighty god has fallen asleep—the great ones want to gain some 'knowledge' without waking him up." ”

After speaking, he looked at Thor a little sourly, his face flushed, as if he was drunk: "Now you understand, what you have come into contact with?—— I really don't know where you got this talent." ”

Leon Conrad looked at Thor with envious eyes: "I really want to swap identities with you and let me be a barbarian, what is the eldest son of the Conrad family is up to you, just give me your talent-"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his speech, and sighed weakly: "You will surely be favored by the greats—I believe that it will not be long before you will be rewarded......"

"The light blob...... Could it be ......" Saul, despite his speculation, still found it difficult to accept Leon's words.

"That's right—that's the wisdom of the gods. ”

The sun was still dazzling, and Thor sat quietly in his chair, the gills on the sides of his neck moistened by the water, breathing slowly.

The ears seemed to be far and near, as if there were bursts of "trickling" from the unpredictable unknown realm...... The sound of water dropping ......, just like he had heard in his nightmare last night, had not stopped until this time.

Rubbing his right hand against the gill organs on his neck, Thor let out a sigh and sighed faintly, "This...... Is that the price of contact with the gods?"