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Chapter 942: Chapter 68: Foot Fetish Benefits, Delicious!_3
Fate...
Luo En shook his head and sighed, knocking on both the human’s and the cat’s heads without any mercy, dispersing the Divine Power accumulated within them.
"Behave yourselves!"
Intimidated by Luo En’s formidable power and driven by his animal instincts, Yemengarde calmed down first, whimpering softly and curling up in Luo En’s arms.
Thor touched his head, slightly resentful:
"Who are you? Why are you ordering me around?"
"He is the God of Flames and Deceit, Loki, your uncle, sent by the Father God to rescue you."
Brynhild took the initiative to introduce and earnestly added,
"Just now, it was Lord Loki who staked himself and passed the three trials that even you could not complete, thus rescuing you from the Giants’ frost prison."
Hearing this, Thor looked skeptically at this legendary "uncle":
"You did all that?"
Luo En waved his hand: "Let’s talk when we get out."
"Alright." Thor nodded in agreement, his previously haughty demeanor completely gone.
He excitedly patted Luo En on the shoulder, saying earnestly:
"I remember this favor! Let’s make a Blood Alliance when we’re back, from now on, you’re my brother from another mother!"
Does your father know you’re calling me that? Why do both you father and son have the tendency to acknowledge brothers?
Luo En sneered inside, feeling slightly better about this grand-nephew of his.
Even though this young man was inherently proud and looked down on those less powerful than him, he wasn’t unreasonable.
Of course, another reason for Thor’s cooperative attitude might be this.
The Thunder God glanced at Yemengarde, docile as a house cat in Luo En’s arms, as well as the bruised and swollen Frost Giant King Laofei sitting on a chair, and couldn’t help but swallow.
His brother (uncle) might look frail, but his power was probably not less than that of his father.
Just as the three of them were preparing to leave the Royal Palace, Laofei stood up with a gloomy face:
"Wait, I want to bet with you again! The loser must agree to a condition set by the winner unconditionally!"
Luo En stopped, looked back at Laofei and shook his head:
"Forget it, I’m not interested in your stakes."
Celebrian, Belldandy, and Rose still owed him seven requests each, and he had no time to settle them. Losing Thor as a trump card, Laofei lost the stakes that interested him, naturally there was no need to continue gambling.
Seeing Luo En refuse his request and about to walk out of the great hall with Brynhild and Thor, Laofei furiously shouted:
"Stop! Without betting this round, none of you will leave today!"
As soon as Laofei spoke, numerous restless Frost Giants in the hall smirked and rose, advancing towards the three people and one cat at the doorway.
"How dare you!"
Brynhild’s pretty face surged with waves of chilling murder, her right hand flickered with light, summoning the branch-shaped spear given by Luo En from a rising blue flame, while she turned and stabbed backward.
Suddenly, a tumultuous tide of Magic Power surged in the great hall, injuring several Giants who tried to advance first with the sharpness of the spearhead and sweeping them away.
Seeing this, Laofei immediately summoned his frosty cold air, attacking the three at the doorway.
However, a blazing light of fire soared into the sky, cleansing the gloomy blue frosty air, and then transformed into a dark red sword edge, resting against Laofei’s neck.
The golden flames burning on the sword intensely scorched Laofei’s frost-blue skin, emitting a sizzling sound, causing this Frost Giant King to sweat profusely and turn pale with pain.
Nevertheless, he dared not make any rash moves.
Because his instincts told him, one move and he would die.
At this moment, Luo En squinting his eyes and looking at the immobile Laofei, eerily reminded:
"I’m only interested, then you have the right to bet with me; thinking about flipping the table, you’re not capable enough."
"If he’s not qualified, what about me?"
A lazy and seductive voice came from the shadows, a Goddess with dark brown skin and silver hair walked gracefully towards Luo En, smiling at him,
"How about we have a bet?"
"We meet again, Miss Ulu."
Luo En sheathed the Fiery Flame Demon Sword, looking playfully at the bartender he had once briefly encountered.
Or rather, the Fate Goddess—Urd.
