Thor slowly looked up at the wandering poet who was accosting him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know if it's an illusion, but before the man could speak, Thor felt a quarter of an hour of silence in the noisy tavern, as if time had stopped for a second.

A long flowing dark blonde hair, curled down on his shoulders, has formed a full poetic aura without opening his mouth, not to mention the indigo blue eyes, as if he can speak, as if he is hiding some untouchable secret, which makes people involuntarily attracted to it.

He wore a robe of modest luxury, which was normal, and most bards lived without food, and a decent garment was already their most precious possession.

The robe is lined with a gray shirt, tied with a cloth belt around his waist, he is tall, his shoulders are very broad like a proud lion, his face is hard, like a knife, the edges and corners are clear, and the rigidity and softness coexist perfectly in him, anyone who sees it will clap their hands and admire, what a beautiful character.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, his voice magnetic and pleasant like a spring breeze stirring the clouds.

"If you can tell a story, I think it's fine—" Thor shook his glass, being idle anyway, and listening to the minstrels' stories would be good.

The tall poet sat down with joy, lifted the robe from his leg with a calm demeanor, and then looked Thor up and down, as if he had found something very novel.

"The deeds of the paladin Hector are so old that the children on the street can tell a paragraph, I wonder if you are interested in hearing a new story?"

With a smile on his lips, he asked Sol with interest, as if it was Thor who had been invited to tell the story, not him.

"Oh, tell me?" Thor didn't care what stories he heard, he hadn't heard any of them anyway, and he was just trying to pass the time and wait for Malten to come back.

But the bard was at once in a state of interest, and he took up the jug that was placed on the table, turned an empty wine glass upside down, filled himself with a large glass of ale, took a sip on the rim of the glass, and then said slowly:

"Well, then, let's talk about something new—" The poet stared at Thor with blue eyes, and the bridge of his nose rose high as the Freuen hills, and he deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Have you ever known the truth of the world, with your eyes?" said the poet, looking directly into Thor's eyes, with an unclear beginning:

"What would you think if I told you that the world we live in, the world in which Wotan lives, is a circular sphere?"

He pressed his gaze at Thor with an expectant gaze, as if that would give him the answer he was hoping for.

"I'm thinking -- this kind of joke is really new. Thor replied with a teased smile on his lips.

But his heart had already set off a storm and waves, and he no longer had the mood of listening to the story just now, he forced himself to react in the way that a normal person in this world should have, and his brain was running rapidly, but no matter how much he thought, he couldn't understand what kind of situation he was in now, who the bard in front of him was, and whether what he said was just conjecture, amusement, or ......

"You're lying—" But the poet propped up his right elbow on the table, distanced himself from Thor, stretched out as far as he could, and leaned comfortably against the wall on the corner side of the tavern, and laughed playfully.

"If you had the same thoughts as mortals, then I wouldn't be sitting here. Then, as if he were tired of selling the goods, he leaned his head again close to Thor and said in a low voice:

"I know - you are very different from the mortals around you, we are all the same, we are all chosen by God, have you not received a revelation from the gods?"

He stretched out his two hands, folded together, fingers fiddling with each other, and Thor noticed a silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand, with a square in the center of the ring with an eye-like icon in the box.

"You're curious?" noticing Thor's gaze, the poet stopped his movements, stretched out his right hand, turned the ring on his finger, and said to Thor:

"This is my home, my home, the place where I am guided by the gods. His eyes lit up with reverence and fanaticism, and he watched as Thor stretched out his hand to him:

"Doors and Eyes - this is the name of our organization, and you have a divinity that no mortal mortal possesses, and it is for this reason that I have found you and invited you to join us. ”

Thor looked at the poet who stretched out his hand in front of him with a complicated expression, his heart was full of vigilance, whether it was this seemingly crazy bard, or the organization he called "Doors and Eyes", which made Thor feel a smell of danger.

The "divinity" mentioned by the man, something that other mortals do not possess also makes Thor feel horrified in his heart, indeed, whether it is the identity of the traveler who crossed here, or the system that exists in his mind to summon Kratos and others, it is not available to others, and being said by the person in front of him at this point makes Thor even more panicked.

"Well—" The lion-like man withdrew his right hand, glanced at Thor with a smile, and muttered to himself, "Still won't believe me?"

Then he reached into his gray shirt and pulled out a beautiful square object the size of a palm.

It was a button-like thing, a palm-sized pedestal of unnamed metal squares carved into intricate symbols that Thor had a headache when he tried to see them with his eyes.

On the pedestal, a round silver button protrudes slightly, as if to entice someone to press it.

Thor had been in Wotan for so long and had never seen anything like it, not even anything like it.

Before he could react, the poet gently pressed the silver button with his thumb.

With a "click", Thor felt as if the whole world had turned gray and white, and the two drunks at the wine table not far away who were arguing fiercely spread with the gray as if they were performing slow motion, and finally maintained a strange posture and stopped moving, and the other people at the table also stopped still after being invaded by the extended gray and white, as if the time flowing around them was artificially stopped.

In this gray-white space, the only people who can stay normal are Thor and the long-haired man with a strange square plate in front of him, and everything else has come to a standstill at this time.

Then, for about two seconds or so, the gray-white color around him began to fade, time seemed to resume flowing from here, the noise resumed, the drunks who were arguing fiercely finally got into a fight, the table "snapped" and the bartender rushed out to calm the situation, and everything returned to normal, as if no one had noticed the brief pause that had just occurred.

Thor looked at the smiling man in front of him in a daze, thinking for the first time that coming to Worms might not be a good decision.