Chapter 820: Chapter 20 Lolita Development Plan_2 Chapter 820: Chapter 20 Lolita Development Plan_2 “Wine, my wine…!”

Mimir, seeing the situation, felt a pang of loss and clutched the golden cup in his hand tightly.

“It’s just a spill, it doesn’t matter. Once we arrive at the Immortal Palace, I guarantee you’ll drink your fill!”

While comforting him, Luo En quietly waved his hand.

Fine golden threads fell from the sky and silently merged into the bodies of humans laboring in the fields, hunting in the woods, and standing guard on ice walls.

An indescribable feeling of slight intoxication surged in the chests of the drenched Midgard humans, and their thoughts, following that ethereal sensation, scattered without bounds.

The breath of vegetation, the roars of wild beasts, the fierce battles of deities, the struggles of giants… a variety of sounds from the Nine Great Kingdoms flooded into their minds, bursting like brilliant stars, giving birth to endless spirit and insight.

Glancing at the half-cup of remaining dregs in the golden cup and at Mimir, who even during transport didn’t forget to sneak in a drink at the Rainbow Bridge, Luo En smirked in jest.

Drink up, drink up. Since you love wine so much, you can forgo this Wisdom Divinity nourished by the Wisdom Spring Water.

After all, drinking too much wine can damage the brain…

As his gaze fell upon the Midgard World bathed in the golden rain, a smile of pleasure rippled across Luo En’s face.

The Holy Grail filled with Wisdom Spring Water was his Divine Artifact, and beyond the superficial ability to turn water into wine, what mattered more were its storage and absorption of Divinity and the Authority to bless life.

So, despite Mimir having drunk it all the way, he had absorbed hardly any essence from the Wisdom Spring Water.

On the contrary, the little half-cup he had spilled almost took with it a majority of the Wisdom Divinity contained in the Wisdom Spring Water.

Once the humans of Midgard absorbed this golden rain from the sky, they would gain more wisdom and knowledge, leading their tribe to rapid development.

By contrast, the Giant Clan, having lost the nourishment of the Wisdom Spring Water, would struggle to produce clear-sighted sages for a long time, becoming more ignorant and warlike, thus continuously weakening in the struggle for survival resources.

This was a bloodless, soft knife.

With Mimir coaxed aboard and taking away most of the Wisdom Spring Water, the downfall of the giants and the rise of the humans were already set in stone.

And in the original Nordic Mythology, Odin had done something similar.

He risked danger and used various means, including deception and authority, to trick the giants into giving him a type of poetic nectar that ignited the mind, bestowing it to humans. Those who tasted it could become poets, and were richer in wisdom.

Since Odin no longer had the Authority of the God of Wine, Luo En naturally chose to step in without hesitation.

Thus, not only did he nearly empty the Wisdom Spring Water guarded by the Giant Clan, turning it into nectar for the humans of Midgard, but he also lured the Wisdom Giant Mimir to the Immortal Palace, deeply binding him with Asgard.

As for the throne of Jotunheim…

The promise came from Odin; what did it have to do with Loki?

Besides, even if he didn’t mind letting Mimir take the post, Saki, the Mountain Giant King, was still in the way.

Without Saki, the rest of the Mountain Giants and Frost Giants would hardly accept this Wisdom Giant.

The reason was simple; old Mimir had kept the Wisdom Spring Water to himself, rarely sharing with others.

What he called “wisdom” was no more than cunning tricks and extensive knowledge, far from a true sage.

Why hadn’t Olvir taken him along when the war began, and why had the giants of Jotunheim isolated him?

It was because they saw through his selfish nature.

If he were truly clever, he would have long used the Wisdom Spring Water to rally all the giants of Jotunheim, not hoarding all the benefits to himself and planning to take it as personal property when leaving.

Facing such self-dug graves, it was already cultured of the hot-tempered Mountain Giants and Frost Giants not to tear him apart; Mimir still hoped they would mix with him? Pure fantasy.

Plus, by taking the Wisdom Spring Water and joining the Immortal Palace, he committed what those simple-minded giants saw as a shameless betrayal. Over time, Mimir would probably not even think of returning to Jotunheim but would have to cling to the Asa Divine Race.

Additionally, if he remembered correctly, this old fellow was still needed to end the Divine War between Warner and Asa.

A dazzling light column fell on the core of the Immortal Palace, and looking at Mimir, who was dead drunk on the altar, Luo En revealed a mischievous grin, waving to the approaching Immortal Palace Guards and introduced:
“This is Uncle Odin, the Wisdom Giant from Jotunheim. Arrange for his sleeping quarters immediately, and…”

“Wine! I want wine!”

Mimir slurred, his spirits high.

Luo En smiled and nodded, then added:
“Prepare the finest wine from the Immortal Palace for him, as much as he wants!”

“At your command, mi’lord!”

Several Immortal Palace Guards bowed respectfully, supporting the tipsy Mimir toward the inner city of Asgard.

Watching Paru, whom he had lured aboard his charade, disappear from view, Luo En stretched his limbs and turned to ask a palace guard at his side:
“What’s the situation with the battle in Valhalla?”

“We’re still holding…”

The Immortal Palace Guard coughed awkwardly, his complexion sheepish.

Luo En heard and his eyes narrowed slightly.

According to the brash nature of the Asa Divine Race, holding their position was already a form of failure,
and “still holding” undoubtedly meant that in this Divine War, the situation had become extremely unfavorable for the Asa Divine Race.