Chapter 842: Chapter 29: Shh, Can We Make Peace?

Night falls upon Asgard.

The towering Golden Palace is brightly lit, and the aroma of honey wine and food wafts through the air. The triumphant Immortal Palace Warriors and Divine King Odin gather in the hall, laughing joyously, singing loudly, clinking glasses, and celebrating the hard-won victory with great fervor.

Centuries have passed since the Warner Divine Race and the Asa Divine Race started waging war.

Asgard, inherently weaker and lacking in foundation, initially faced consecutive defeats.

During this period, the Nine Great Kingdoms under the rule of the Immortal Palace were also restless.

The Frost Giants, Mountain Giants from Jotunheim, as well as the Fire Giants from Muspelheim launched massive invasions; the Dark Elves from Alfheim caused frequent disturbances, the Light Elves turned traitor, and even the Dwarf Clans of the Dwarf Country began to practice duplicity…

Faced with wars breaking out everywhere and the pressing Warner Divine Race, they even believed for a moment that Asa might soon become history.

But in the end, they persevered and witnessed the arrival of a miracle.

Their Divine King Odin nurtured a powerful existence capable of restraining the Warner’s Divinity of Life — the Death Goddess Hela — who led the Immortal Palace’s army to revive their spirits and gradually recaptured lost territories;

Their gods of Flames and Deceit consecutively defeated the kings of the two great Giants from Jotunheim and Muspelheim, firmly containing the strong enemies of several great kingdoms beyond Midgard.

Now, with both armies marching victoriously and emerging triumphant time after time, the situation has completely reversed.

It will not be long before they can fully reclaim Valhalla, drive out the foreign races from this world, and rebuild the glory of Asa.

The warriors toast to their dreams, as if they already see the dawn of victory.

However, Odin, looking at the two empty Divine Positions beneath his throne, cannot help but frown.

At this very moment, in the Eternal Garden.

This is the most sacred and pure place in Asgard, for the World Tree that supports the Nine Great Kingdoms grows within.

The water flowing from the roots from Urd Holy Spring, along with the dew condensing and dripping from the branches and leaves, moistens the land, nurturing a sacred garden that remains forever verdant.

As the first keeper of the World Tree, Luo En, when residing leisurely in Asgard, would patrol the garden daily as a ritual.

So, in a sense, this garden is also his personal domain.

The night shrouds the sky, the moonlight like water, and the stars sprinkle every corner of the garden, draping the tranquil space in a layer of silver veil. The fireflies begin to flicker amongst the bushes, like lantern-carrying Elves, leading the secrets of the night. At this moment, the garden seems to enter another dream, quiet and profound, evoking awe and longing.

Reunited after a long separation, Luo En holds his student Hela’s hand, strolling along the familiar path with tiny stones underfoot and neatly trimmed bushes on both sides, occasionally encountering a few late-blooming flowers that quietly bloom in the night, releasing a faint fragrance that adds a hint of mystery and romance.

Hela listens to her teacher recount humorous stories of past idle times in Asgard, but finds herself distracted, occasionally shifting her gaze, stealthily observing the profile of the face beside her.

The soft moonlight casts the handsome features in relief, the three-dimensional contours exuding a serene and enchanting allure.

Like a poet, a sage, a warrior, a sovereign…

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing!”

Caught in the act, Hela quickly shakes her head in denial, then looking around, she points to a cluster of brilliantly blooming roses in the garden and hurriedly responds as if grasping at a lifeline,

“I’m looking at that, it’s beautiful!”

Seeing his slightly flustered student, Luo En can’t help but smile,

“You’ve grown so much, yet you still haven’t learned to lie.”

Just as Hela tries to argue, Luo En raises his hand to pluck the vibrant roses, smiling as he hands them to his student,

“If you like them, then they’re yours.”

Hela instinctively receives them, a warmth flowing through her long-dormant heart.

After so many years, her teacher hasn’t changed at all, and that was comforting.

Watching his student drifting off again, Luo En pats the now-grown head, chuckling as he reminds,

“Don’t just daydream, remember to find a vase to put them in, water them regularly with water from Urd Holy Spring, and they can live very long.”

Hela nods, thinking of what kind of vase would best complement the gift her teacher has given her.

However, the next moment.

The roses in her hand quickly wither and rot, branches and petals fall one after another, and soon all that is left in her palms is a clump of grey-black dust.

Seeing this anomaly, Luo En’s gaze sharpens as he reaches forward,

“What’s the matter? Let me see!”

“Don’t touch me!”

Along with a cry of panic, Hela instinctively swats away the arm Luo En extends.

Perhaps due to excessive emotion, torrents of black miasma of Death uncontrollably burst from within her body. Upon contact with her skin and flesh, it forms puffs of sulfuric acid-like smoke.

“Ahh~~!”

Hela cries out in pain, clutching her face, like a frightened, injured beast, turning and plunging into the bushes, using the plants to hide as she rushes towards the thick shade.

But the boiling Death aura emanating from her causes the passing flowers to wither continuously, making it impossible to conceal her whereabouts.

Soon, Luo En follows the trail and finds Hela, hands clasped around her chest, curled up behind a bush with wilted branches and leaves.

And hearing the footsteps behind her, Hela can’t help but tremble, her voice filled with a trace of panic and pleading,

“Teacher, don’t come any closer…”

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