"Greetings, Queen Gullveig, and the two princes from Asgard."
Su Ming walked over to the mahjong table. The maids brought him a Golden Cup filled with fine wine, and he raised it in greeting to the three people present.
Gullveig was delighted. Vanaheim's current progress was all thanks to a deal she had made with Deathstroke years ago. The subsequent exchanges and trade between Vanaheim and Midgard had brought explosive growth to her nation.
Of course, that was also because Vanaheim had the conditions for development. If it had been Jotunheim, home of the Frost Giants, even Su Ming would have been unable to develop the place.
Jotunheim had no mineral resources, its climate was harsh, and the entire plane was nothing but ice. Su Ming had never had any intention of negotiating terms with them.
What was he supposed to do with all that ice, sell ice cream? Even tourism would have been impossible. The temperature stayed around minus sixty degrees year-round. Forget Earthlings—even ordinary alien lifeforms could not endure it.
"It is my honor to receive Midgard's Sorcerer Supreme. Please, have a seat." With the two Asgardian brothers present, Gullveig was exceptionally polite. She did not want those two brats learning too much.
A round had just ended, so they might as well stop for the day.
Loki's expression was slightly unnatural when he faced Deathstroke. He could not say why. Perhaps he still feared how this human had set him up before Odin last time, or perhaps there was something he had forgotten.
Still, he adjusted quickly. Almost immediately, he wore a smiling expression, rose to his feet, and bowed with noble grace. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Sorcerer Supreme."
"Looks like you've gotten over it. You're no longer hung up on that helmet