You and me under the world tree

In Midgard, there are two places where stairs must be built.

One is the temple, because the gods are supreme and must be higher than the ground on which humans live.

And the other is the palace.

The palace of the royal family or the palace of the lord is usually higher.

Even the houses of those lords with extremely small territories and few assets need to build two more steps.

Because it symbolized class and status, even those small lords wanted to maintain their face in this way.

On the other hand, if the palace is built high, they can overlook the scenery of the city standing at the door.

The sense of accomplishment is naturally incomparable, because standing at a high place can naturally bring a sense of conquest and accomplishment.

Not talking about the human world, but focusing on the entire Nine Realms, even the gods are the same.

Asgard is the highest point on the world tree.

This is literally high.

As the highest world in the Nine Realms, Asgard's own position has established its dominance.

As for human beings, in a sense, they just followed the culture and traditions taught by the gods.

The humans of Midgard were, after all, the creations of the gods.

And those rich kings prefer to show their grandeur by repairing the palace and slightly raising its position.

This is no exception even for palace designs in the Netherlands.

There is even a barracks for the Skywrath Guards under Siegfried's palace.

So since this is the case, the Kingdom of Denmark naturally cannot escape this tradition.

As an ancient kingdom ruled by the King of Wartooth, although the Kingdom of Denmark has lost its former glory, it is not weak.

In particular, Elf has also sought a lot of benefits through trade with the Hengding family in the past 20 years.

Not to mention whether the benefits he snatched from the Hengding family have benefited the entire kingdom, but Elf himself will never let it go.

Therefore, the royal palace in today's Hero City is naturally extremely magnificent.

It stands high above, as if it wants to surpass the royal city.

However, whether it is King Elf who lives in the palace, or the guards stationed in the kingdom.

Even other residents living in the City of Heroes wouldn't think that the stairs leading to the interior of the palace seemed to be a dividing line.

The above and below the stairs seem to be two worlds.

Clean above the stairs, but messy below.

There wasn't much blood, but some sort of smell that was escaping eventually made the rest of the guards on the steps suddenly start throwing up.

"Pfft..."

From top to bottom, they can see clearly.

They saw their comrades wailing, saw their bodies in flames, and even heard their flesh and blood sizzling on the metal armor.

It's like teppanyaki meat.

Of course they have eaten roast meat, and in a cold place like Denmark, a bowl of hot soup and a barbecue can be said to be the best meal.

However, when this ordinary food is related to human beings or even former comrades-in-arms, the strong mental shock cannot be explained in a few words.

They are all the guards of King Elf of Denmark, and it is not like they have never been on the battlefield who are responsible for defending the palace.

However, the battlefield they experienced was still too 'conventional' after all.

After all, very few people have ever met a truly angry goth ram.

They just vomited like they were going to vomit everything in their stomach pouches.

But when they raised their heads subconsciously, what they saw was the princess riding a war horse.

At this moment, she was holding a battle helmet in her hand.

But that battle helmet was heavy.

At this moment, she didn't care about the surviving warriors at all, but walked slowly into the palace.

And in that palace, King Elf of Denmark was sitting on his throne, and the young prince was standing by his side.

It's worth noting that his palace halls don't have all that many twists and turns.

Go up the stairs, walk through the gate, and walk through the corridors with various ancient carvings to see the throne.

And before the throne, a flame was burning, and it warmed the whole hall.

Afterwards, Dietrich rode her horse and walked in slowly.

According to formal etiquette, anyone should dismount and walk before the palace.

But obviously, Dietrich came here on a war horse with the meaning of humiliation, otherwise she didn't need to make such a big fuss.

Even at this moment, she laughed.

"Facing visitors from afar, but blocking her out of the door, is this the way of hospitality in the ancient Kingdom of Denmark?"

The so-called sarcasm actually doesn't require much speaking skills at all, nor does it need to understand what speaking skills are.

Because you just need to step on the dignity of others to rub against the ground, or even make others feel uncomfortable.

And Dietrich clearly did just that.

Because of her actual actions, both Elf and the prince Losger next to him showed gloomy expressions.

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

Facing Dietrich's oppressive gaze, the young Rossig finally lost his composure.

"What to do? It's very simple. As I said, I just came to visit. It's just that your people don't have eyesight, so they attacked me first. I had no choice but to fight back."

With a light word, Dietrich defined all the cruel actions before.

And this is precisely what Losger cannot accept.

"you!"

"Losger!"

At this moment, Elf finally made a sound.

"You go back first."

"Father!"

"I said, you step back first!"

"..."

Looking at his father, the young prince couldn't help but clenched his fists.

He looked very unwilling, but in the end, he saluted his father.

And glanced at the unwilling back of his child, Elf couldn't help sighing in his heart.

He hadn't thought about letting Losger stay in this hall. After learning that the Gothic princess came alone, he wanted his child to avoid the limelight.

But this kid is stubborn over there.

And to be honest, he didn't want to be so fierce to his children.

But there is no way.

Because at that moment, he felt a strong killing intent.

This killing intent came from the woman in front of him, but it was not aimed at himself.

Elf understood that she had murderous intentions towards her child.

"Young and vigorous, such a person dies very quickly."

At this moment, Elf felt a sense of fear for no reason.

For some reason, when he looked up at the woman, he felt as if he could see a river of blood flowing.

And in his memory, the last person who could bring him this level of fear was the sage of the Volsung clan!

"To be honest, I don't think he would make a good successor, what do you think?"

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Three more and three more_(:з」∠)_

I still have old books to write

Woohoo, life is too hard.

Chapter 84: Male ketones are by my side

What does fear feel like?

For Elf, it is actually difficult to describe in pure words.

However, his body gave the most honest answer.

Teeth chatter, body trembles.

Even though Elf is doing his best to control it, his instincts are completely against his reason.

It's been a long time since he had such thoughts.

The last person who made him feel helpless and even difficult to breathe was the sage of the Volsung clan.

But the oppression he showed was different from the gothic princess.

Until now, Elf can recall the experience of more than 20 years ago.

He was standing right in front of the palace, with his back turned to him, holding Siegfried in his arms, but at that moment, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't even dare to issue a single command.

Only when he really left did he dare to order the soldiers to hunt him down.

Because to him, the man in the dark armor and cloak has always been unpredictable, and what he represents is a position beyond control.

He didn't know what his next move would be, but when he met that look, what he saw was nothingness.

It was like seeing the darkness and solitude with no one there.

It seems that everything has disappeared and returned to the original chaos.

Dietrich, however, showed something quite different.

Although it was the same suppression from top to bottom, what she showed was pure tyranny.

Pure killing intent, pure tyranny.

If you don't obey, you will die...

His body is honestly feeding this back to his brain.

If looking into the eyes of the sage had to endure the loneliness and emptiness that made it difficult to breathe, then looking into the eyes of Dietrich felt like being soaked in the mud of the sea of ​​blood.

The body sank slowly.

Can struggle, but to no avail.

At this moment, he can only pin his hopes on his robe.

Let's hope the king's robes are heavy enough that the woman won't see anything.

But facing such His Majesty the King, the foreign princess riding a war horse really didn't seem to notice anything.

In other words, she actually didn't care about Elf's performance at the moment, and commented on his child like a family chatter.

"Speaking of which, I have seen another child of yours. I think you still remember him? That is your illegitimate child. He looks calmer and calmer, and he is even trusted by the Lord of Armies."

No matter who Dietrich is talking about, this point is clear to everyone.