"Oh? Odin threw Thor down to Earth?"
In a side garden of the royal palace in Vanaheim, Su Ming and Gin sat beneath a large tree covered in white blossoms, breaking apart bread in their hands and feeding it to the carp in the pond.
The fish looked rather plump, yet they still fought over the food on the surface. Their red scales gleamed beneath the warm sunlight, while ripples continuously spread across the water.
"Seems like the timing was a little early. Where's Loki?"
Across from them stood Queen Gullveig, who was also watching the goldfish. Her days were quite leisurely now, and after studying Empresses in the Palace, she had gained far more experience than she had back then.
At least when it came to political infighting.
Just then, she had heard some fresh gossip from her subordinates and come over to chat with Deathstroke and Misty.
"Loki is currently serving as regent of Asgard. Odin didn't throw him down there. I heard Thor trespassed into Jotunheim, and Loki saved him."
Gullveig walked over to Su Ming, took a piece of bread as well, and tossed it into the pond. She looked relaxed, because the matter had not affected her realm.
Nowadays, factories and workshops covered the land. Whether it was Deathstroke's starships, space cannons, orbital Drop Pods, or spacecraft thrusters, they were all forged and assembled in Vanaheim.
The Vanir had always been renowned for "sailing," and the great voyage through space was no exception. The City of Ten Thousand Sails was one of the few places in the universe where shipwrights gathered, and the spacecraft they produced were often even better than those made by the dwarves working for Odin.
Before Deathstroke had "bought into" the place, however, Flying Boat production had been extremely low. They