It was haunted! Odin had actually backed down!?
Even Mordo, whose political instincts were rather dull,
could tell that something had definitely happened between Leon and Odin without anyone noticing.
Perhaps an invisible clash had begun and ended in a realm beyond his perception.
And Leon had even come out on top.
So Leon wasn't merely capable of defeating ordinary sorcerers like them.
As the new Sorcerer Supreme, he truly possessed the strength to converse with other dimensional powerhouses as an equal!
Mordo quietly took several steps back, leaving the stage to the two big shots.
Standing beside Wong, he discovered that the librarian had somehow started eating shrimp again.
"Wong, aren't you nervous?" Mordo couldn't help asking.
Wong shrugged. "Leon won. Why should I be nervous?"
"You saw their battle? How did you manage that?" Mordo's eyes widened.
"What battle?" Wong swallowed a mouthful of shrimp. "Didn't God King Odin blink first just now?"
"..." Mordo was rendered speechless. "Forget I asked."
With both arms hanging at his sides, he listened in on Leon and Odin's conversation.
The more Mordo listened, the weaker his legs became. He nearly lost his balance.
"How could I accept that?" Leon seemed rather bashful and reluctant to accept the goodwill.
But in the next second, he abruptly changed tack. "The Ancient One only just died. You should have condolence gifts too, right? There's no need to give them separately. Just give them all to me, and I'll take everything back with me."
When Odin saw Leon taking the initiative to ask for gifts, he not only failed to get angry, but smiled even more broadly.
"Of course. How about I take you on a tour of Asgard, then show you the treasury?"
"That won't be necessary." Leon declined. "I only want two things: