You and me under the world tree

"You just need to pay more attention to his actions. If he kills Brunhilde in a fit of anger, then just bring her back before her soul reaches Helheim."

"but……"

At this moment, Slude looked as if he could finally bear it.

She looked up and looked like she was about to say something more.

But after Odin's eyes swept over, the courage she had gathered seemed to be scattered in an instant.

Her breathing was a little short, but in the end she still gritted her teeth and said those words.

"However, that man still has Brunhilde in his hands."

Slude spoke.

"I watched that man take away Ingwi's relics with my own eyes. Thinking about it carefully, now both of Ingwi's 'relics' are in the hands of the Volsung family."

Having said that, Slude just stared at the face of the King of Gods, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

But to her disappointment, from the very beginning, Odin's expression didn't change much.

Just like the image in her memory.

Majestic and mysterious.

"Also, Brunhilde seems to have always had a grudge against what happened back then."

At this moment, the Supreme God King narrowed his eyes.

No one can figure out the intention behind his words.

"You want to say that she will join forces with that wizard?"

"no!"

Slude shook his head directly.

"only……"

At this moment, the Storm Goddess seemed a little restless, so she began to speak incoherently.

And for this, Odin is not incomprehensible, because he has always known that his granddaughter has a good relationship with his daughter.

Although they are a generation behind in terms of true seniority, they love each other like sisters.

"I don't want her to have more involvement, maybe she can guard Ingwi's armor..."

At this moment, Slude seemed to have lost her ability to speak, and her words and deeds were full of weird contradictions.

"In short, that's it. She may be able to stay away from this dispute, and there is no need to get involved anymore... Anyway, after this, I want to arrange a place for her to live in."

To put it bluntly, Slude is fighting for Brunhilde's place.

"I think she shouldn't be involved in trivial matters in the human world in a short time."

Free from all duties, free from strife, that's all Slude could do for Brunhilde.

But on this point, the God King did not immediately agree.

"Let's discuss this point after she comes back. After all, we have to respect her personal wishes."

"understood."

Slude lowered his head again.

Thus she saluted the mighty King of the Gods.

"Is this the end of the matter?"

"Let's stop here, and leave the rest to the wizards in the world. No matter what, he will give the world an answer after all."

"Okay." She whispered, "Then I will take my leave for the time being."

"Go, Frigga should be waiting for you too."

Some things cannot be hidden from Odin after all.

As the king of the gods, he certainly understood Frigg's orders and entrustments.

children, women.

These two have always tugged at Frigg's heartstrings.

And according to Frigg's order, the Valkyrie should have brought the child and the pregnant woman to God's Domain.

However, Sigrun returned without success after all.

Not to mention showing the majesty of the gods and giving guidance to the "chosen one", the Valkyrie has no cards in front of that man as always.

Easier than killing a chicken...

After all, killing a chicken means plucking its hair.

However, it was necessary for Sigrun to make such a trip.

Thinking of this, Slude closed his eyes.

"Brünnhilde."

If you can stay in the human world, or even live in seclusion without asking about world affairs, that's fine.

He raised his head and stared at the dim sky in God's Domain, where the power of the Evernight Goddess was gradually infusing the sky.

At this moment, she didn't notice that in the silver hall, the eyes of the god king seemed to be staring into the distance.

He seemed to be looking at something, but he didn't see anything.

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"That's probably the plan of the gods."

And in the world, in the withered manor, the sage is also narrating those things in a calm tone.

"They used the plague as an introduction to create disasters in order to reshape the majesty of the gods on this land."

Listening to the wizard's words, Ragnar clenched his fists tightly, and a twist and pain appeared on his already pale complexion.

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The third watch is over, sleep for a while, and go out later

Chapter 27: Ivar's Operation

Hodder didn't hide anything from Ragnar after all.

To be precise, he only concealed part of it—for example, plagues and disasters.

He didn't say anything about the conspiracy behind the gods, let alone that the gods had thoughts about him, he just told him the nature of the disaster and the general direction of those guys in the sky.

And these are enough, because Ragnar knows part of the inside story.

Although he and his wife Lagoza don't care about world affairs, they can get some news about the kingdom through various channels.

After all, they have a comrade-in-arms who is the mayor of Diefenter, the nearest town, and he will visit him every time he makes purchases.

Either have a drink or two, or chat casually.

And people like Siegfried and Howler would come to see them.

This kind of thing is inevitable after all.

While he longs for a quieter life, that doesn't mean he has to cut ties with the people he used to be.

"I thought I could stay out of it..."

After a long silence, Ragnar whispered.

At this moment, his voice was extremely hoarse and his lips were turning white. His frail appearance was far from the contemptuous aura he displayed on the battlefield.

"I used to plan my future life, I just..."

He didn't continue speaking, as if the following words were lost all of a sudden.

At this moment, Ragnar just put his hands on his head.

"I'm just a little bit tired, really just tired."

"It was never your responsibility, Ragnar, you just happened to be chosen."

Exactly selected.

The word kept lingering in Ragnar's ears, and finally transformed into a ghostly whisper.

He had grown up in the northern seas, where he had heard the rustling whispers of ghosts.

And in his ears, Hodder's originally calm narration suddenly turned into a chilling but seductive whisper.

It just happened to be chosen.

No one can change anything, everything is just a thought of those people in the sky.

"Why!"

'boom'

He punched the table directly, and the hot tea that had already been poured splashed out.

But he still doesn't seem satisfied with that.

'crash'

'boom'

After that, he overturned the wooden table directly, and the eyes that should have been tired showed a touch of anger at this moment.

"Why..." he said.

The beast-like eyes slowly moved to the black-robed wizard.

Howard knew that look, it was the look of a wild beast who was injured and experienced despair.

Even, he is familiar with it.

Because he has seen this color in the eyes of many people.

And he felt that he could understand Ragnar's mood at the moment.

Although due to the problem of memory modification, he may not remember the specific situation at that time, but the emotion lingering in his heart will not be erased.

Magic can fade or even deform a memory, but it cannot fade emotion.

Therefore, smart wizards will often not forcefully create blanks, but will look for 'substitutes' to complete the emotional transfer to complete the seamless modification.

Thinking of this, Hodder couldn't help lowering his head.

I don't know why, but I was obviously listening to Ragnar venting his anger and complaining there.

But he thought of something about himself.

If he had discovered the doubts and problems in his memory earlier, he would have realized the existence of magic earlier, and even realized the sense of disobedience around him earlier.

Anderson doesn't have to die?

"Tell me, why should they?"

"There is no reason, there is no reason, Ragnar, they are high above us, and we are the most humble race in the Nine Realms, and slave owners will not allow slaves to resist themselves."

"..."

"Including you and Hewale, you have long been the thorn in the eyes of the gods, and you were just used for the first surgery."

Listening to the cold and practical words of the sage, Ragnar opened his mouth slightly.

At this time, he really wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he found that he couldn't say a word.

Because he also understands very well in his heart that this kind of thing is very normal.

When he was in the abandoned port, he had thoughts and guesses in this regard.

The man in front of him was an enemy of the gods, and could the gods spare him and those around him?