The old man wore a benevolent expression. He was still outside the main gate when he said the first word, but by the time he finished, he had already entered the Meeting Hall.
Suye stood before the throne, staring at the old man in disbelief.
The old man wore a black robe and held a black staff in his right hand.
A thick white beard covered his chin. A golden eyepatch concealed his right eye, leaving his pale-golden left eye exposed.
He reached up and pulled back his hood, revealing short red hair.
The old man's fine wrinkles seemed to radiate a faint white light, brimming with benevolence and holiness.
A pitch-black crow stood on each of his shoulders.
One crow tilted its head toward the sky, while the other lowered its head to preen its feathers, ignoring Suye.
"We seem to have met before..." Suye gazed deeply at the old man, countless fragments of memory flickering in his eyes.
"The first time we met was not the first time we encountered each other." The old man smiled kindly.
Memory Crow raised its head and stared straight at Suye.
Suye dipped his head slightly and said, "I have met the supreme Norse Master, His Majesty Odin."
Odin swept his gaze across the hall, then took one step and sat in the chair Loki had once occupied.
"I smell a familiar presence." Odin lightly twitched his nose.
"You must have seen him outside." Suye said.
Odin extended his right hand and ran his fingertips along Thinking Crow's back. "He came to seek your cooperation?"
"More precisely, he wanted me to become a main god." Suye smiled.
Odin gave a helpless laugh. "That would also be after killing me... So, what is your answer?"
Odin's wise left eye turned toward Suye.
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