Odin Was About to Lose All Face

"No, I was just... well, soaking up the sun." Lin Feng brushed it off.

It wasn't really brushing it off. He really had been sunbathing. If The Ancient One hadn't come looking for him, he could have stayed there until sunset.

"And you? What's with this?" Lin Feng gestured at the three of them with his chin, just short of directly asking if they had come as refugees.

Good heavens!

Odin, who once wore armor and fought across the Nine Realms, was actually dressed in such a slightly comical manner now.

And Hela—paired with that proud yet downtrodden expression, her outfit made her look like a complete sucker.

Only Frigga looked somewhat normal, like a kind middle-aged woman.

Lin Feng's eyes shifted as he joked, "Could it be that the king and queen have retired? Are you planning to spend your old age on Blue Star?"

"Heh heh heh..." Old Odin scratched his head, too awkward to know what to say.

Anyone could tell Lin Feng was joking, but Odin did not find it funny at all.

Frigga glanced at Odin, then turned her gaze to Lin Feng.

"Let me explain, Mr. Lin Feng. Asgard has run into some more trouble..."

Odin was too embarrassed to say it himself, so Frigga had to explain.

Under the table, Odin tightly squeezed Frigga's little hand, his eyes welling up with emotion.

Oh, his considerate queen was far more reliable than his three disappointing children.

It wasn't that he did not want to explain. It was just that they had barely troubled Lin Feng before another problem arose that required his help.

As a king, Odin felt that repeatedly asking a powerful junior for help was rather humiliating.

Not to mention that the reward they offered was nowhere near enough to cover what