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Chapter 477 I'm still a loli, please be gentle to me

It’s been a blast all the way.

Lorne hurried on his way according to Galadriel's instructions, while learning about the current situation of the nine kingdoms from the elven girl.

First up is Asgard.

Hundreds of years have passed since the covenant between Vanir and Asir. During this period, Asgard has achieved unprecedented development. The number of new gods has increased sharply, and faith has spread throughout the nine kingdoms. There are ten main gods and above. They are:
Odin - the king of gods, in charge of knowledge, wisdom and literature;

Frigga - Queen of the gods, in charge of marriage and family;
Loki - the king of Midgard, in charge of fire and trickery;

Freya - Queen of the Valkyries, she commands the famous Valkyrie Legion and is also the goddess of fertility and love;
Frey - King of the Elves, in charge of abundance, prosperity and peace;

Thor - God of Thunder, in charge of strength, storms, war and agriculture;

Sif – goddess of the land and harvest;

Tyr - God of war, guarantor of contracts, protector of oaths;
Heimdall - the guardian god, defender of the Rainbow Bridge, gatekeeper of Asgard;

Braki - the god of poetry, wisdom, and eloquence;
Apart from Balder, the god of light, and Hoder, the god of darkness in Loen's memory, Asgard's high-end combat power has basically been assembled, and its strength has surpassed that of the other eight kingdoms. As a result, it has continuously won foreign wars and gradually secured the top spot among the nine kingdoms.

Of course, the Vanir clan played an indispensable role in getting to this point so quickly.

Frigga, Freya and Frey, the three hostages handed over to Asgard, are not only the bond of alliance between each other, but also the epitome of the life power of the Vanir.

Their joining allowed the Aesir to make up for their last shortcoming and gained powerful blessings for reproduction and fertility. As a result, the population of Asgard increased dramatically and its strength made a qualitative leap.

It was precisely because he foresaw these that Odin would rather abandon his daughter Hela and form an alliance with the Vanir.

However, compared to the Vanir who bleed heavily for the sake of alliance, this old guy Odin is much more cunning.

The two hostages he sent to Vanaheim were Mimir, the frost giant known for his wisdom, and Heimir, the mud king who was tall, dignified, and majestic.

When the two men first arrived in Vanaheim, the Vanir were impressed by their appearance and conversation and therefore welcomed them very much.

Even Frigga's brother, the sea god Njord, who stayed in Vanaheim, took the initiative to give up the throne of the Vanir King to Henir to show that he had no greed for power and was truly united.

However, Heinir was just a pretty face with an extremely slow reaction, totally useless. All his responses in Vanaheim were answered by Mimir, and when Mimir was not around, he could only stammer and make a fool of himself.

In fact, Henir is not a real Æsir god, but a wetland stork that has been subjected to illusion and transformation. The titles of "Langifótr (Long Legs)" and "Aurkonungr (Lord of Mud)" are taken from its biological characteristics.

The Warner people didn't even think about it. If such a person really existed, Odin, who was exhausted in the war between gods, would have thrown him to the battlefield to work for him long ago. How could he have hidden until the reconciliation between the two races and remained unknown?

So, after his true identity was revealed, Heinil transformed himself into a stork again and flew away.

Mimir, who stayed behind, was no pushover either. Relying on his status as an elder and his reputation as a wise giant, he always liked to point fingers at others.

Gradually, even the good-tempered former Vanir king Njord became angry. He and the excited Vanir gods cut off Mimir's head in rage and sent it back to Odin, as a way to vent their anger for the deception suffered by the Vanir gods.

Odin knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't get angry, but just smeared some herbs on Mimir's head to prevent it from rotting. Then Frigga chanted a spell to him and cast the magic of Thaed to keep Mimir's head alive.

In this way, Mimir survived in the form of a head and was preserved by Odin, serving as a human encyclopedia.

However, according to Loen's guess, Mimir fell to this point, on the one hand, because of his outspoken nature, and on the other hand, it was the work of his eldest nephew Odin.

After all, Odin didn't want to see such an uncle who relied on his status to always give him orders in Asgard. But due to their kinship, he couldn't take direct action.

Thus, the Vanir became the murderous knife, just in time to help him deal with this gossipy uncle.

In the end, the Vanir just breathed a sigh of relief but gained nothing; Mimir became a human head encyclopedia, and could only survive by relying on his eldest nephew Odin; while Odin and the Aesir not only gained three powerful gods from the Vanir, greatly increasing their strength, but also solved a hidden danger within the group. It was truly a win.

But doing things in such an unethical way will definitely leave serious consequences.

At least for now, the Vanir have a thorn in their hearts and will no longer easily believe in the credibility of this old man Odin.

It was difficult for Loen to judge the gains and losses. After all, he heard the news from Galadriel, and the content might be full of water and fallacies.

As the sun set and the full moon rose into the sky, Loen estimated the distance and, after confirming that he was not far from the dark elves' lair, he chose to rest in the wilderness for a night and set off again the next day.

After all, he had slept for hundreds of years without realizing it, and he needed some time to get familiar with his body and regain his old feelings.

Otherwise, like just waking up from sleep, if you accidentally use too much force and smash the person you want to save, then the result will be more harm than good.

He raised his hand and drew the rune, and a cluster of bright yellow flames ignited on the dead branches piled on the ground.

Lorne clapped his hands in satisfaction and was about to sit down when Galadriel, who had been left aside, came over aggressively:
"You are not human at all!"

"Did I say I was?"

Luo En asked back unhappily, his eyes full of teasing.

The elves are a race that is confident to the point of arrogance, with an innate sense of superiority in their bones. Apparently Galadriel also has this bad habit, and she fell because of it.

"Liar!" Galadriel muttered softly, her face full of indignation and regret.

When she thought that the guy in front of her might live longer than her, she hung her head like a defeated rooster, feeling that her future was bleak.

After a moment of dejection, Galadriel regained her spirits and asked the creditor carefully:

"Can it be changed to a three hundred year agreement?"

"no!"

Loen refused mercilessly, and then looked at the elf girl in front of him with contempt.

"You are an adult after all, you should be responsible for your words and actions!"

"Who said I'm an adult? I'm only thirty-five!"

A certain tablet elf wrinkled its nose and corrected unhappily.

Loen was slightly stunned, then he remembered that the children of elves were different from those of other races.

They grow like human children until they are three years old, but then their growth slows down. At the age of twenty, elves look like seven-year-old human children. They are not officially adults until they are fifty.

According to human age conversion, Galadriel in front of him was only about twelve or thirteen years old.

So, I kidnapped an elf loli?
Seeing that the creditor was somewhat dazed, Galadriel thought that he was hesitating. Hope shone in her eyes again, and she continued to ask without giving up:
"So, can it be changed?"

"You are a noble elf, how could you do something like breaking a promise?"

"..."

Galadriel, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, was speechless after this incident. She could only squat on the ground and draw circles in disappointment, cursing that a certain creditor would be taken away by the goddess of death Hela as soon as possible so that she could be freed from her suffering.

When he heard Galadriel muttering the name, Lorne's eyelids twitched and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Oops, I didn’t keep a regular bedtime routine and forgot to visit Hela on a regular basis.

Hundreds of years have passed, and I really don't know what my disciple's personality has become.

Thinking of this, Lorne's throat felt dry, and he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "By the way, what's the situation in Helheim now?"

Galadriel heard this and thought that she had been discovered for cursing the creditor to an early death. She froze and replied with a vague look in her eyes:

"It's fine. Everything is fine."

"That's great, how about I take you for a walk?"

Luo En's face darkened, and he snorted coldly and asked,

"Forget it, let's talk about the Goddess of Death Hela first. What big moves has she made in recent years?"

Hearing the creditor's dissatisfaction, Galadriel quickly calmed herself and honestly told him what she knew.

Since taking over Helheim, the goddess of death has successively recruited monsters such as the skeleton undead "Modgud" and the hellhound "Grum", gradually building the framework of the underworld and establishing order in the world of death.

Hela accepts all kinds of undead souls every day. No matter whether they are old, sick, or dead or have done many evil things, Hela accepts them all. As for the undead souls who are old, sick, or dead, Hela treats them relatively kindly and accepts them as the underworld. As for those undead souls who have done many evil things, Hela basically throws them to the poisonous dragon "Nidhoggr" as food to prevent it from gnawing at the roots of the "World Tree".

It sounded like Hela's life was happy and fulfilling, but Lorne gradually frowned.

Gathering the dead and establishing the underworld system means that Hela has most likely discovered the truth about her exile. Knowing that there is no hope for her to return to Asgard, she has run Helheim as her own territory and has lived forever in that land of the dead.

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To make matters worse, the Norse world had no concept of immortality.

Life has an end, and even the gods have their twilight.

Are all the souls after death under her control?
Hearing this question, Galadriel shook her head and explained:

"No, only the weak who die of natural causes will fall into the underworld ruled by Hela. Warriors who die gloriously on the battlefield will be led by the Valkyries. Their souls will go to the Hall of Heroes, where they will be blessed by the great god Odin and become heroic warriors, enjoying songs, wine, and battles day and night."

It turned out to be the case.

Lorne nodded, thoughtfully.

At present, the laws of death in the Nordic world are divided into two systems. The souls who died gloriously in battle enter Valhalla, the Hall of Heroes, become heroic warriors, and are under the control of Odin; the souls who died in other ways enter the underworld and are controlled by the goddess of death Hela.

The father and daughter each have control over a part of the soul, and together they have established a complete order of life and death.

But, a little can reveal a lot.

Loen knew without thinking that the father-daughter relationship between Odin and Hela had become very tense, and had even broken down long ago.

In a sense, both Hela and the Underworld are now completely out of Odin's control.

After all, as the former vanguard of the Æsir army, Hela occupied Helheim alone and built a kingdom of death independent of the order of Asgard, taking in a large number of souls of the dead to form a powerful army of the undead. It couldn't be that she was keeping them to entertain herself, right?

After so many years of development, there is enough money left for my old father Odin to celebrate his birthday.

On the other hand, the seemingly separate death rules of the father and daughter also have significant loopholes.

What if a vital Æsir died for reasons other than combat and fell into the underworld, and Hela refused to release him?

If I remember correctly, the future god of light Balder was detained in Helheim by Hela for this reason, which led to the coming of Ragnarok.

Although he didn't know how much anger his student had accumulated, there was one thing that Loen could confirm.

——It’s best not to offend her alone.

At the very least, you need to find a companion who can take the blame.

Lorne secretly made up his mind and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going to Helheim to visit Hela, and then changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, how come you ran away from the tribe when you were still underage, and were targeted by the dark elves?"

"I just want to visit my grandmother..."

Galadriel answered casually, her eyes a little vague.

After a quick look, Loen guessed that the elf princess was probably not telling the truth.

During the War between the Vanir and the Aesir, the Light Elves split into three branches.

One group stayed in the original holy land of the elves and continued to obey the dispatch of Asgard. Therefore, they were favored by Odin and were called "Vanya elves".
Another tribe, tired of war, lived in seclusion and were called the Sindar.
The last group was more rebellious and chose to follow the Vanir, migrating to the Golden Forest and recognizing Frey, the god of fertility, as their king. They were called the "Noldor Elves".

Galadriel, the elven princess, is quite important. She has the bloodlines of three top elven tribes. Her father is the High King of the Noldor, her grandmother is the sister of the High King of the Vanya, and her mother is the daughter of the High King of the Sindar.

For an elf princess with all the buffs stacked up on her when she goes out to visit her relatives, it is not excessive to bring a top-level guard to escort her.

The dark elves who were banished underground would not be able to capture Galadriel, and even if they came out to wander around, they would probably be shot to pieces by the accompanying elven guards.

But now, she has fallen to the point where she has to sell herself and ask outsiders for help. There is probably only one possibility.

——This elf princess most likely ran away secretly.

As for the reason, since the other party didn't want to say it, Loen had no interest in asking.

"Keep watch over the night and watch the fire. I'll wake up and we'll continue on our way."

After giving a simple instruction, Loen lay down on the spot.

Before officially selling yourself, you have to start working to pay off your debts.

Galadriel, who usually lived a life of luxury, waved her fist at the guy who ordered her maid around, then stood guard outside in a depressed manner, with a gleam of unwillingness and unyielding spirit in her eyes.

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As the night deepened, the petite figure who was supposed to be standing guard outside tiptoed to the fire, secretly pulled out the dagger from her waist, and stabbed at a sleeping figure inch by inch.

However, before the blade came into contact with the opponent's skin, a pair of purple eyes slowly opened, emitting a sinister cold light:

"What do you want to do?"

Galadriel, who was caught red-handed, looked at the dagger in her hand and the creditor who had woken up, and couldn't help but look embarrassed:
"Look at the color of your blood."

By the difference in their blood, one can identify their race and generally their life span range.

"You think I will believe it?"

Luo En snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with ferocity.
"Little boy, I have to teach you a lesson and give you an unforgettable night!"

In an instant, Galadriel was frightened, and hurriedly retracted the dagger, turned around and ran away.

However, it was too late. Several dry vines broke out of the ground and wrapped around Galadriel's ankles like snakes and pythons, hanging her upside down.

As her body swayed in the cold wind, Galadriel uttered a mournful cry:
"Put me down, I know I was wrong and I won't do it again!"

"late!"

Loen snorted coldly and snapped his fingers. The vine stabbed straight into the mouth of the elf princess, blocking her mouth tightly as she tried to speak.

After doing all this, Loen couldn't help but lie back in front of the fire with satisfaction, looking at the elf pendants on the tree swaying in the wind like a pendulum, and fell asleep comfortably.

(End of this chapter)