Stupid Odin

The sorrow brought about by the bond of brotherhood seemed to overwhelm Odin.

Half a day later, Odin arrived at the place where Mimir was murdered.

If a real investigation were to be conducted, more questions and evidence would surely be uncovered.

For example, why would Mimir, who rarely left the castle, appear alone in the wild? Why would he just happen to encounter several savage giants resurrected from the glaciers?

Odin did not investigate; he stated directly: "Mimir's soul has not yet dissipated. He does not belong to the underworld for the time being. In order to continue listening to his wise advice, I have decided to resurrect his head."

"Resurrect?" Bragi asked in confusion.

"Yes! I have recently mastered a bit of magic. I can give it a try."

Thus, after a series of mysterious Runic incantations unintelligible to others, Mimir's head, which had been chopped off by the other giants, was 'resurrected'.

Mimir's eyelids twitched spasmodically, and a pair of cloudy eyeballs rolled around wildly, looking very frightening.

However, those present were either gods or giants, and no one was afraid; at worst, they could just add another blow.

The muscles on Mimir's face, each seemed to have its own thoughts, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in a matter of seconds.

Finally, there was a long, helpless, and despairing sigh.

"Alas! Odin…"

"My dear uncle, my old friend! I'm sorry, it seems I can only use this method to prevent your soul from falling into the terrifying underworld. Mimir, you also wouldn't want your soul to be eroded by chaos, enduring the scorching heat of despair, and ultimately going to Helheim to endure thousands of years of hardship without redemption, would you?"

Odin spoke with righteous indignation, uttering the most despicable words.

Others didn't understand, but how could Mimir not understand?

The first half of Odin's words were nonsense, and the second half was a threat to Mimir: if he didn't obey, then his soul would suffer eternal torment.

From beginning to end, there were no rampaging giants running around the world. It was clear that Odin had long been fostering bandits to protect himself, reaching a tacit understanding and cooperation with a group of giants.

Odin didn't do it after listening to Mimir's advice; he did it first and then heard the advice he wanted to hear from the wise giant.

This is the classic case of shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target, drawing the target at the point where the arrow lands, so it's always a bullseye!

Odin induced Mimir to run to Asgard to report the secret, and he conveniently revealed Mimir's past and whereabouts to those who hated the Aesir gods and giant traitors.

What a clever trick of using a borrowed knife to kill someone!

Mimir disobeyed Odin once, and he suffered the fate of dying and having his soul retained, turning into this inhuman and ghostly state.

Such a big giant, yet only his head is alive.

This kind of cruelty, only those who have personally experienced it will know how despairing it is.

Mimir 'capitulated'.

He showed a bitter smile: "My lord, it is Mimir's honor to continue serving you!"

That's right; Odin held Mimir's lifelike head and let out the clearest laughter.

What dead great-uncle?

He's not dead yet!

The matter of Mimir's sudden death, followed by only his head being 'resurrected' by Odin, spread rapidly throughout Asgard like wildfire. Some busybodies even made a special trip to Odin's palace to see what was going on with that still-alive, yet talking, Mimir's head.

The magic of Mimir's head was beyond the imagination of the onlookers.

He could still provide insightful answers to various questions, just like in the past.

The gods and giants are now hotly discussing this matter in the streets, alleys, and palaces.

Only Hela noticed something; she made a special trip to see Thanes alone.

"Your Majesty, Mimir's death is not normal."

"Tell me about it," Thanes said calmly.

"After every living being dies, their soul will be automatically attracted, crossing space to come to Helheim. Why has Mimir been dead for half a day, yet his soul is still in his body?"

"Perhaps wise giants are a bit special?" Thanes deliberately said the opposite.

"No! Someone used a very profound death-based spell to bind Mimir's soul before Mimir died, just like how [Lan] intercepted the souls of mortals in the deep sea back then. There are definitely not many gods with powerful [Death] divine talents!" Hela said with certainty, staring directly at Thanes.

"Hela, who are you referring to?" Thanes pretended to be confused.

Hela suddenly lowered her head: "Since Your Majesty knows, then I will not overstep my bounds."

This time, it was Thanes who was surprised.

Hela is very perceptive, really very perceptive. Perhaps the more inferior one is, the more one cares about the gazes of others and other gods from a young age. She knows who is truly good to her, and who is only pretending to be close, actually fearing the real her.

Her judgment of human nature and divine hearts, not to mention far surpassing her peers, just this perception alone makes her top-notch.

It's not surprising that she can guess ninety percent of what Thanes is thinking.

Thanes sighed: "Don't think too much. Mimir is my and Odin's great-uncle. No matter what, Odin wouldn't lay a hand on Mimir."

Hela blinked, pondering for a few seconds before realizing the language art of the God-King. Some words must be understood literally.

Odin wouldn't, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't leak information for other giants to attack!

Is Odin crazy?

Doesn't he know that Mimir's daughters are the Fates?

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How dare he treat their father like this?

There's no way to hide this from [Fate]!

Even if the twin goddesses of fate grit their teeth and accept it this time, what about the future?

Don't forget that Verdandi is in charge of [Present Fate]!

Many things are terrifying to think about!

Hela decided to change the subject: "Your Majesty, I recently... had a dream."

Wait a minute! You also had a dream?

Thanes was really surprised.

When gods dream, it is often strongly related to themselves.

This is definitely not a small matter!

Thanes couldn't help but lean forward slightly, leaving the backrest.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"If it were someone unrelated, of course not, but Your Majesty is an exception; you also have the [Death] divine talent."

Thanes's eyes narrowed into a line.

In this life, he retained Valhalla, but he was very restrained in his use of mortal souls, using a last-place elimination system, and the number of his subordinate Einherjar would not exceed 1024 at most.

In reality, he and Hela probably share the power of the death godhead in a ratio of about 1 to 9.

In the epic [Edda], Odin, who also possesses the death godhead, is also qualified to enter Helheim, but he is not very willing to go, let alone set foot in Hela's death palace.

At this time, Hela opened her red lips slightly: "I dreamed that half of a noble god fell into the underworld."

"Half?"

What the hell?

"Yes! Half, only the lower half of the body. I can't even tell who he is…" Hela said embarrassedly.

Thanes: "…"

The delicate Hela is still underage; you can't let her recognize the god by his penis, right?

That's too absurd!

After a long while, Thanes stuttered: "Do those two legs have any characteristics?"

"No, they were bitten to pieces by something."

"…"

Hela's words left Thanes speechless.