The panel in his mind was still bouncing around merrily. Looking at its hopeless display, Lucian shook his head with a smile.
With a turn of his wrist, the antique wooden box holding the World Tree seed vanished from his arms and settled securely in the farthest corner of the System Space. Now was not the time to feed it. Asgard had eyes and ears everywhere. If the system caused some major disturbance while devouring the Creation Essence and brought that old man Odin back, it would be difficult to explain.
The greatest objective of this trip to Asgard had been fully accomplished.
He had pocketed the Aether and a World Tree Spark capable of opening up a dimension, and his Elemental Control had also broken through to LV8. He had milked this opportunity for such rich rewards that even if he packed up and left right now, he would still have made a fortune.
Feeling thoroughly relaxed, Lucian headed toward the main hall along the white jade corridor outside the side hall.
Before he even reached the door, the deafening cries of drinking games and boisterous laughter carried out from far inside.
He pushed open the partly closed doors and looked in. The long table was already a complete mess, with meat bones and empty barrels piled into little mountains. Most of the Asgardian nobles and warriors had drunk themselves under the table and lay sprawled across the wool carpets, snoring away. Only the area below the seat of honor remained lively.
Thor stood shirtless on a chair, holding a golden drinking vessel larger than his head, his face flushed as he butted heads with Volstagg. Sif, Fandral, and Hogun stood around them, their eyes all glazed over, wine sloshing out of the cups swaying in their hands.
"Ha!