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Father's Relic
But who is the third-in-command of Asgard?
Forseti said honestly, "Thank you for saving me."
Ullr nodded. "It's nothing. Princess Hela specifically asked me to search for you. Now that you're back safely, go and report to her."
Forseti was startled. Hela had specifically asked Ullr to find him?
Thinking about it, his heart couldn't help but flutter. Although Hela is known as the goddess of death in later generations and is very cruel, she is now a brave and heroic female warrior, with a noble appearance.
After several interactions, Forseti did have some bold ideas about this Asgardian princess...
Ullr patted him on the shoulder. "Go on."
"Yes!" Forseti immediately ran off.
Not long after, Forseti arrived at the Asgard Palace and happened to see Cul the Allfather of the Aesir gods, on his way out. He hurriedly saluted along with the nearby people until Cul left his sight.
Just like his former title, "God of Fear," Kur looked gloomier compared to Odin's strong warrior demeanor. He was tall and thin, with long black hair and a stern expression, wearing a dark green cloak.
Beside Cul was his eldest daughter, Skadi, a short-haired woman with sharp features, holding a sledgehammer and fully armored, looking fierce.
No wonder Andel said that Skadi and Hela have very different images. The gap is indeed significant... Forseti thought to himself.
After watching Cul leave, Forseti approached the palace gate.
"Stop! Who goes there?" The weapons of the two Einherjar crossed, blocking his path.
One of them scrutinized Forseti, noting his tattered clothes, animal skins, and blood-stained chest. He frowned and asked, "Are you from Asgard?"
Forseti: "..."
He organized his thoughts. "I just returned from Jotunheim... I'm a healer. I want to see Princess Hela."
This introduction confused the guard. "You are a healer who just returned from Jotunheim, and you want to see Princess Hela? Are you here to deliver a battle report?"
"Uh..." Forseti was speechless.
Einherjar: "Princess Hela doesn't see just anyone. If it's official business, bring documents. If it's personal, I suggest you go back, take a bath, look in the mirror, and then go to bed."
Forseti looked down at himself, feeling a sense of loss. What was he thinking?
He said no more and left.
Shortly after leaving the palace, he returned to the town of Lifia and went to Peter's Herbal Shop.
"Aunt?" Forseti called, seeing his aunt about to enter.
His aunt turned, looked carefully for a while, and said uncertainly, "Forseti?"
Forseti was only twenty-five when he left Asgard. Now, five years later, he was thirty, with longer hair. Naturally, he had changed a lot.
Coupled with his tattered and dirty clothes, he was hard to recognize.
Forseti stepped forward and wiped the blood and dirt from his face. "It's me, Aunt. I just returned from Jotunheim... There was a little accident, but I'm fine."
His aunt said in surprise, "Jotunheim? El said you went to Vanaheim."
"There was a large-scale transfer earlier. I was transferred from Vanaheim to Jotunheim," Forseti explained. "Where's El?"
His only concern for the family was El.
His aunt smiled proudly. "You don't know yet, do you? El was chosen by the Duchess of Norn as her apprentice a few years ago and is now studying magic and herbs in Nornheim!"
"Huh?" Forseti was stunned, finding it hard to believe.
Who is the Duchess of Norn?
She is the actual ruler of Nornheim, one of the highest and most special gods in Asgard, Frigga's adoptive mother, and the number one magician in the Nine Realms.
El had become a student of the Duchess of Norn!
But it made sense. Although El came from an ordinary background, she was an unquestionable genius. She was already famous in Lifia, with some admirers even calling her "the herbal goddess of Lifia." It wasn't impossible for the Duchess of Norn to notice her.
"When will she be back?" Forseti asked.
His aunt shook her head. "I don't know. The Duchess of Norn is very strict. El has only come back once so far, and she returned to Nornheim after a few days."
"By the way, let me tell you, when El came back last time, she brought a staff. Do you know that staff..." His aunt babbled, becoming unusually talkative.
Forseti listened for a while and then asked, "Is Uncle not here?"
"He went out for a drink," said his aunt.
Forseti breathed a sigh of relief. He and Uncle Peter had a strained relationship, and it was difficult to meet each other. It was best if they didn't meet.
"I'll take a shower."
Forseti immediately returned to his room, found clean clothes, and took a shower, finally shedding his almost savage appearance.
This was his first serious bath in the past two years, and it felt wonderful.
While wandering in Jotunheim, the only thing he could do was spark the flames of Verrigan's Fist, slamming it against the ice to make a small puddle. Then he'd roll in it like a loach, rubbing the mud on his body.
The climate in Jotunheim is extremely cold, and water would freeze quickly. After a few washes, he'd be covered in ice, and then he'd use the hammer's flames again. The experience of alternating between ice and fire was terrible.
After his bath, he secretly found his uncle's razor and carefully shaved himself.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Forseti sighed. It was a pity this face was so handsome.
It would be nice if he were taller and burlier.
The talent mixture... In five years, he was still six materials short.
Thunder flower core, purple lotus flower, Arkin, Dragon's Blood, Mountain's Blood, Sands of Time.
He needed to figure it out soon.
Forseti sat alone in the room for a long time, then found his aunt again to confirm that he had reached Asgard's legal age.
His aunt also seemed to remember something. "Forseti, you're an adult now. What do you plan to do?"
Forseti had already thought about it and said, "I should live on my own. I want to settle in Landvety Town."
"Well, Landvety Town is lively," his aunt nodded.
She got up, led Forseti to the storage room, pulled out a locked box, and handed it to him.
Forseti was startled. "What's this?"
His aunt said, "This is your father Garri's relic. Now that you're an adult, it should be handed over to you."
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