Chapter 790: Chapter 8 Release That Girl! _2 Chapter 790: Chapter 8 Release That Girl! _2 “Loki, you’re right, my Divine Business would never succumb to re dictates of Fate! If they want it, let them take it by might!”
Watching Odin reinvigorated with fighting spirit, Luo En maintained a superficial smile, but his heart was sowhat conflicted.
As soone who had personally overturned Fate, he undoubtedly had the most authority on these matters.
Yet at the sa ti, these were the words he should least utter.
But often, emotions tend to break through the limits of reason.
As Luo En silently berated himself, the disheartened Odin stepped forward to inquire,
“So, how are the humans in Midgard doing?”
“They have already learned group hunting, using Flas to cook food, and how to build houses and clear land to grow grains; they are essentially self-sufficient now. In a few more generations, they should have a reasonable combat ability.”
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Realizing he had slipped into self-congratulation, Luo En replied honestly, his tone unavoidably carrying a hint of pride.
Having the experience of managing human populations, he naturally felt at ease undertaking this task in the Nordic region.
Hearing this good news, Odin’s eyebrows lifted in delight,
“Really? Then I must go see these little ones on the ground myself. As long as they can grow strong and protect the Midgard World, our plan to unify the Nine Great Kingdoms can proceed step by step.”
“Perfectly tid, I arrived just as the wheat in the fields had matured; they are preparing to use this harvest to offer sacrifices to the gods.”
Luo En glanced at the shattered wine jars littering the great hall, his face revealing a mocking smile.
“The new wine brewed from grain certainly has a different flavor.”
Hearing this, the wine-loving Odin instantly salivated, his face alight with eagerness,
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
Imdiately, the Asa Divine King, unable to wait, grabbed Luo En’s arm, strode out of the Golden Palace, and headed straight for the Rainbow Bridge.
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Midgard World, Heather Island.
An old and a young figure erged from the dazzling light, surveying their surroundings.
Nearby, there was a vibrant wilderness, the roadside adorned with lush flowers and plants.
In the cultivated fields, the ripe wheat had turned plump and golden. A gentle breeze stirred up waves of golden wheat, carrying with it the fragrance of grains and the earthy aroma of soil.
Odin, entranced, unconsciously approached the edge of the wheat field, grasped a few plump wheat spikes, and rubbed them in his hands. He then cramd a handful of shelled, golden-yellow grains into his mouth, crunching them noisily.
Though the taste wasn’t particularly sweet, the Aether Factor contained within and the resultant feeling of fullness notably lit up Odin’s eyes.
Having drunk from the Wisdom Spring, the Divine King naturally understood the important implications of such crops being widely cultivated for the developnt of human groups.
Due to their inherently weak Physique, humans, unlike the Asa Divine Race, Giant Clan, or Elf Clan, did not possess the Physique or Magic Power necessary for sufficient hunting for food.
However, wheat could be planted in bulk to et the nutritional needs necessary for the early growth of the human population.
With these resources, coupled with their decent reproductive capabilities, humans would surely be able to establish a solid footing in the Midgard World quickly.
“Stranger, isn’t eating wheat like this wasteful? It should be used for cooking and brewing.”
At that mont, an old man dressed in coarse hemp clothes by the roadside, his face rugged, tapped his cane and chided irritably.
Odin responded with a carefree laugh, not at all annoyed.
Celestial Palace and Midgard didn’t share the sa flow of ti; during the days he had secluded himself, the humans on earth had already gone through several generations of reproduction and naturally wouldn’t recognize him as their forr creator.
Moreover, he and Luo En had specifically used Rune Magic to conceal their identity and Divinity on this trip to the Lower Realm.
Watching a village enclosed by wooden fences standing against the sunset, with inhabitants carrying bundles of wheat in and out, their faces brimming with excited and satisfied smiles, Odin clapped his hands and smiled,
“Old man, it seems we are inexperienced. Why don’t you show us how it’s done? Don’t worry, we’ll compensate you.”
“You’ve co at just the right ti, today is just the Harvest Festival, and there will be plenty of liquor and wheat food tonight! Not to hide from you, our Heather Island was the first place to plant wheat; it was Lord Loki himself who taught our ancestors to clear these lands with fire, and the tradition of the Harvest Festival also originated from here.”
The old man caught the small piece of gold Odin threw, his brows lifting in a smile, his deanor much warr.
“Co with , my ho has a spare room, if you don’t mind, could you and your son squeeze in for the night?”
“…”
Odin’s smile froze, looking quite dejected at the “son” beside him.
To drink from the Wisdom Spring and offer sacrifices to the World Tree, he had paid a considerable price, losing not only an eye, but his face had also aged significantly. Standing next to Luo En, they looked more like father and son rather than brothers.
If that’s the case, then…
“Don’t try to take advantage of !”
Luo En jokingly glared at Odin, who had been about to speak, nipping his adopted brother’s mischievous intentions in the bud.
Caught out, Odin reluctantly kept quiet, honestly clarifying their relationship.
Brothers?
The old man looked curiously at the two, who varied significantly in age, wisely not prying further and warmly leading them into the village.
At nightfall, a bright bonfire was lit in the village square.
The elders conducting the sacrifice, dressed in festive attire, placed the heads of the ga, plump wheat spikes, and freshly brewed wheat beer on the altar, offering sacrifices to the two Great Gods who had created and protected them, and began chanting ancient and sacred blessings.
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