Niord, a guy who is very familiar to everyone present.

Those guys who call themselves observers, in the eyes of the "elders" sitting here, are just a group of cowardly speculators, or just pure fools.

They thought that by giving up the struggle for power, they could stay out of it, but they didn't know that when everything was settled, they would be the first batch of old officials to be purged.

"Mars, why do you suspect that I have colluded with Niord?" The old man frowned, seemingly puzzled.

"Edjo...I remember that you and Mars are the same generation of ancient beings."

"It's ridiculous. Does this mean anything?"

"Doubt requires evidence, Mars, that's the rule."

"But an ordinary hunter really shouldn't have the ability and qualifications to break through Edcho's alchemy formation."

"That's not the point. The point is that we haven't found any trace of the hunter so far. After we gained control of nearly half of the hunter's website, the hunter's account was canceled. Obviously someone was covering up for this."

"You want to say there is a traitor among us?"

"Why not? Don't forget, everyone, we have been 'traitors' more than once. For us, betrayal only depends on whether it is worth it."

"Absurd! If we can't even maintain the most basic trust, what's the difference between us and the mob?"

…

The elders who had remained silent began to exit one by one. Instead of watching the show as they did at first, they joined the debate and gradually began to form the prototype of multiple factions.

This originally deserted and empty hall suddenly became like the oldest sacred hall in ancient Greece. The orators gathered under the dome depicting myths and started a fierce dispute.

"enough!"

The old man known as Edjo suddenly shouted, interrupting the increasingly heated argument.

His hazy eyes gradually brightened like the golden sun, staring at Mars through the screen, and said in a calm and unhurried tone:

"Mars, we have no ill intentions towards you. We will be each other's solid allies until the final battle. If you feel that we are besieging you and questioning you, then we apologize to you, but you should not use such petty words.

It’s a child’s trick to try to get yourself out of a situation that doesn’t exist.”

"When being besieged, the besieged stare at one person and try their best to bring the other person into the same situation... There is no need to put this kind of street fighting method in front of us in the human world."

He looked around the audience with cold eyes, not only to warn Mars, but also to end this meaningless dispute.

"Take one thing at a time, don't worry, our gathering is to eliminate the gaps and suspicions between each other and build the most basic trust."

"Since Mars you are so curious about whether there is any connection between Niord and me, let's start with this matter."

"Mars, why do you suspect that I have contact with Niord?"

The scepter struck the ground heavily, and with a dull sound, Edjoe on the throne asked in a deep voice.

Mars' expression remained unchanged and he snapped his fingers. A figure walked out of the darkness behind where he was sitting, opened a laptop and placed it on the table in front of Mars.

At the same time, everyone received a video and information.

"Hunter user [001,], this account has been canceled on the hunter website. Normally cancellation means death, but I recently found his traces, and the information has been sent to each of your mailboxes. What I want to say

Yes, we found the sleeping Niord in him."

Mars said in a calm tone.

Everyone present has basically heard of this ID. It was this ID that stole the "Star of Caesar" from Mars and a golden mask from Odin.

At first they thought this man was a subordinate of Odin, who had been trying to seize the "Star of Caesar" that came with the comet more than two thousand years ago, but even in the Presbyterian Church where the ancients gathered, Ed

Joe is also the top first generation breeder.

For dragons, living long does not necessarily mean they are strong, but it is definitely troublesome.

If we really want to classify them into factions, Edjo should belong to the King of Earth and Mountain faction, but he never admitted it because in the era when he was active, there was no so-called King of Earth and Mountain.

The current monarchs Jormungandr and Fenrir on the throne can only be regarded as the descendants of his descendants.

With Edcho's sophistication and calmness, even if Odin took action in person, Edcho would have already gone to New York before he arrived in Egypt.

It was precisely because of this that everyone initially suspected that this was someone sent by Odin, but then the completion of the mission [001,] made them gradually give up this idea.

This guy actually stole Odin's second [Golden Mask], which is an important carrier of Odin's power. It is with this thing that Odin can still be active in the world even after being sealed.

.

They also wondered whether it was Odin's own directing and acting, but found no relevant clues.

"Have you found the whereabouts of 001? Where is the man? Didn't you capture him?" someone asked.

"Unfortunately, Niord is still very cautious. The guy seems to have woken up." Mars shook his head.

"Don't underestimate Niord, he is also the best among the ancients." Someone reminded, "Similarly, Mars, this is not enough evidence for you to accuse Edjoe of colluding with Niord.

"

"But it's enough to make us suspicious, isn't it?" Mars asked rhetorically.

Edqiao lowered his eyes and said: "Now I can understand the accusations you made against me, Mars. I am willing to 'self-defense' after this meeting to prove my innocence, so let this topic come to an end for the time being."

There was a brief silence in the hall, as if his "self-defense" shocked everyone.

"...You don't need to be like this, Edjo, this accusation is not worth it." Someone said in a deep voice.

Edjo raised his hand to interrupt his speech. He looked around the crowd and said in a sincere and slow tone: "Everyone, the current situation is not clear. We have encountered a dilemma. I don't want us to spend time in such a situation.

To doubt our internal allies, I hope we can cooperate as sincerely as we did back then."

"Mars." Edjo looked at Mars, "As for your accusation, I will give you a satisfactory answer. Now, please tell us what happened in Tokyo and why we lost our relationship with him.

Li Wuyue’s connection?”

Mars clasped his hands on his chin and squinted his eyes: "I don't know where Li Wuyue is going, but I have already reported to you what happened in Tokyo. The report is very clear."

"Clear?" Edcho shook his head and said, "You should understand what we want to know. Don't beat around the bush. Mars, tell us directly. Is the person who killed the White King in Tokyo the same Majesty in the sky?"

Under such a straightforward question, everyone present had their eyes fixed on Mars.

Until Mars nodded slowly.

"I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I can feel... His Majesty is back."

This sentence instantly ignited everyone's nerves.

"Impossible! He is already dead! We have divided up everything about him! Everything!" someone said angrily.

"Even the second-generation Black King can return... why can't he? In your eyes, is he not as good as that traitor?" someone asked.

"The second generation of the Black King? He is just a despicable power thief who is full of lies! I said back then that no one can betray His Majesty and still escape unscathed!" someone said excitedly.

"It's a pity that we have lived safely and comfortably for thousands of years after betraying Him." Someone sneered and mocked the former.

The scene instantly got out of control. Some people were shocked and angry at the authenticity of the news, while others were afraid of His return. Some even started to turn over old scores...

"Where is your Majesty now?"

Suddenly, someone asked loudly.

Silence came instantly, and everyone looked at each other in confusion. According to His Majesty's temperament, if he really returns, the period from the time he killed the White King to now will be enough for Him to conquer the world ten times.

"His Majesty returned to a small southern city in China not long ago and is currently living in seclusion there." Mars said calmly.

"Seclusion?"

Everyone couldn't believe what they heard.

"I can only use this word." Mars shrugged, "Do you mean to recover from your injuries, or do you want to wait for us to take the initiative to meet him?"

"Maybe... in the game world? No, this is not His style." Someone made a guess, but it was overturned in the next second.

"It is his younger brother who is playing in the world..." Someone suddenly realized, "Mars, how can you be sure that it is His Majesty who has returned and not his younger brother?"

"Indeed! Perhaps it is not His Majesty who has returned, but the earthly king. Otherwise, how can we explain His Majesty's changes?" Someone shouted.

"Perhaps like Fenrir back then, his soul was damaged and he became a mentally retarded child. This is very possible. The second generation Nidhogg said that he will not come back, although he doesn't know what happened. , but some things have to pay a price, and even he must abide by the rules."

A young man shrugged and said with a frivolous tone. He was one of the few "young people" present and a descendant of the ancients.

In the past, his words would have definitely aroused a burst of resonant laughter, just like the younger generation who was responsible for mediating the atmosphere and being funny at a family banquet. The elders smiled kindly at the younger generation's antics.

But this time, the scene was unusually condensed.

Everyone looked at him calmly, their eyes indifferent and cold, and there was no longer the good-natured laughter of the past.

Some of it is just the indifference of the clown on the stage as the audience looks at it.

The smile on his face solidified inch by inch, and then broke. He put away his fake smile, shrank back expressionlessly, and hid himself in the darkness.

"Look, when we encounter a little setback, we shrink back into the darkness. It's more like us in the past." Mars said quietly in the empty and dark hall.

He looked around the audience, and finally set his sights on the young man, smiling coldly and saying:

"But it's really not funny."

"Didn't your leader teach you that power is something to look up to and hold firmly in your hands, not to laugh at?"

"You should learn to respect power, young man."

"His Majesty never follows the rules because he is the one who makes them!"
To be continued...