Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 363 An Inescapable Fate (Second Update! Vote, you know?)

Priorities must be given, and for Salomon, neither the female explorer nor the witch's graveyard mattered as much as the grumpy old man before him. Of course, Salomon wasn't foolish enough to believe that the Allfather had become just an ordinary old man after relinquishing his throne; the staff radiating unparalleled magical light was a transformation of Gungnir. Whenever necessary, the Allfather could unleash the magic on this artifact, crafted from a branch of the World Tree, to deliver a strike that no one could escape.

Queen Frigga invited Salomon to stay for dinner, something he couldn't refuse, as she spoke in an extremely casual tone, as if inviting a junior to eat. Whether out of consideration for the friendship between Asgard and Kamar-Taj, or Queen Frigga's kindness, Salomon couldn't refuse. Now, Queen Frigga needed to gather some vegetables and mushrooms for dinner, and Salomon was responsible for taking Odin back to the cabin. Just as Queen Frigga had said, he needed to keep an eye on the capricious Odin, lest the old man chase after the goat that had just passed by—the Allfather seemed to have laid down his burdens, the aura of a god-king was gone, and he exuded an air of decline, looking like that annoying old man next door who constantly complained about his children and his meager pension.

"Why not! We can have lamb tonight!" Odin seemed unaware that he had once used a goat to describe Jane Foster. If he had to choose between a vegetable salad made by Frigga and lamb, the Allfather would choose the latter without hesitation, even if it was goat. He was fed up with Frigga's healthy eating habits, which she had learned from watching mortal television channels!

"Those are someone else's sheep, Father of the Gods." Salomon couldn't let Odin take his neighbor's sheep back; it would cause a lot of trouble. But Odin didn't seem to care at all. What he wanted to do most right now was to drink and eat with the old men next door after dinner—Queen Frigga stopped him from this absurd idea, because the strong liquor and high blood pressure in Asgard would send those mortal old men to the hospital, which was far from the Sorcerer Supreme's instruction to "avoid trouble."

"Change your name! Remember to call me grandfather!"

"Alright, Grandfather Wednesday, can you now go back to the cabin in peace? Can you promise you won't hunt brown bears and goats again?" the sorcerer said helplessly. "Not even the dogs. I saw you brought two big dogs. They were still gnawing on bones outside when I arrived."

"Those are Kiri and Kurich, they're wolves. They're the ones who helped me hunt that brown bear yesterday." The Allfather seemed to have transformed back into the legendary king of Asgard's Golden Age, speaking with great pride, "A man's duty is to hunt and come home to cook dinner for his wife! Now that I'm old, it's your turn to hunt. It's the family tradition..."

"I think I can open a portal to the supermarket and buy some aged beef, Grandfather Wotan," Salomon said, ignoring Odin's ramblings. In his view, the Allfather was just bored in the mortal realm and wanted something to do. The Allfather reluctantly accepted the suggestion, but he still asked Salomon to chop some firewood behind the cabin and roast the bear meat they hadn't finished yesterday.

So Salomon could only wear his impeccably pressed, expensive, bespoke suit, pick up an axe, and get to work, while the Allfather sat leisurely on a nearby log, watching Salomon chop down firewood with a single swing and casually feed the two wolves some bear meat. Whenever the sorcerer turned his gaze, the old man would immediately adopt the demeanor expected of someone his age, pretending not to hear anything Salomon said.

In fact, the Allfather was observing the successor to Kamar-Taj before him.

Odin couldn't fathom how the Sorcerer Supreme had raised this successor. In a private conversation, the Sorcerer Supreme recounted Salomon's past missions to Odin. After carefully analyzing those missions, Odin concluded that compared to his two sons, Salomon lacked Thor's unwavering courage and Loki's cunning, but he seemed to possess more of the necessary vision to rule a nation. At least he knew how to deal with different people, always exercised discretion, always had backup plans, and always understood the importance of long-term vision.

This seems to be determined by his very nature; he was born to be a ruler. As for Salomon's own thoughts, whether he likes it or not, the tragic wish to save the world has already been imposed upon him. Unless he abandons everything and walks into the darkness guided by that silver key, no matter what he chooses, he will walk down the path he is destined to follow.

The Father of the Gods began to reflect on his parenting methods.

It must be said that, looking back now, Odin also feels that his methods were somewhat terrible. But this is not his fault; the secret hidden deep in his heart dictates that he cannot educate his successor in a conventional way—it concerns the cause of death of the previous Allfather, Bauer, and the curse he inflicted on Bauer for failing to save him.

Now that Bauer's curse has come true for Hela, Odin fears it will extend to all his children. The Allfather is not sexist, and Asgardian succession laws cannot restrain the top of the Aesir. In fact, if Hela hadn't been so mad, there wouldn't have been anything wrong with her becoming the ruler of Asgard. She lacked Thor's naiveté and Loki's shortsightedness, and her military might could guarantee the Asgardian Empire's position in the universe. Although he didn't witness the battle at Nilforheim, according to Frigga, Salomon Damonet seemed to be someone capable of restraining Hela.

Therefore, Odin is now observing Salomon with the same mindset he would use to observe a son-in-law.

In the future, Asgard will need to join forces with Kamar-Taj to deal with threats in the universe, and merging the two into one is not out of the question. Odin believes Hela is not a weak woman; she will listen to advice but will never blindly follow it. In a sense, this also means that Asgard has conquered Midgard. With Salomon's assistance, Asgard will once again enter a golden age.

Odin's antics with Salomon were merely a playful joke on his own family, an elder to a younger generation, but Salomon didn't grasp his meaning at all. He pushed away the two silly giant wolves that had come closer and rolled his eyes at the old man sitting on the log, secretly drinking.

Odin's two ravens, Fokkin and Munni, are probably still roaming the Nine Realms; the Allfather has never relinquished his power. But the result is that Odin's eyesight is only sharp when he's secretly drinking. He needs to look around to see if Frigga, the Queen of the Gods, has suddenly returned; if he's caught, his dinner will be nothing more than a "healthy meal."

Why is boiled chicken breast so unpalatable?

"Come and have some wine," Odin beckoned Salomon to sit beside him. The Allfather handed the small wine jug to the wizard, watching Salomon intently until he took a small sip. Then, unsurprisingly, he choked and coughed violently, as if trying to cough up his lungs, before the Allfather finally let him go.

"A man can't be a man who doesn't know how to drink." The Father of the Gods reached for his small flask, took another swig, and let out a satisfied sigh. Then, with a sarcastic expression, he shoved the liquor into Salomon's hand, who was coughing and his face was flushed. "How can you go to war and fly a spaceship if you don't drink? Hurry up, we can have a couple more drinks before Frigga comes back. My daughter will look down on men who don't drink."

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