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Knowing that Yang Le was visiting Asgard for tourism, Thor didn't urge him to drink more. Instead, he kept advising Yang Le to drink in moderation, even though Yang Le was only drinking low-alcohol fruit wine.

On the contrary, Thor was silently gulping down drinks himself. Everyone present could see his little scheme, which was nothing more than wanting to drink himself drunk so that Loki wouldn't be able to pull any more tricks.

Loki curled her lip in disdain. Naturally, she had ways to deal with Thor's petty tricks, but she wouldn't embarrass Asgard in front of outsiders, after all, she was also a member of Asgard.

However, Loki didn't try to stop Thor. Watching the big oaf smugly guzzle down drinks, only to end up with nothing but empty calculations, was a successful prank in itself.

Thinking of this, Loki's mood suddenly improved, and even her appetite got better, eating a plate more than usual.

Soon after the meal, the self-righteous Thor was carried down by the servants. Watching her big, silly brother completely drunk, Loki couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, feeling even better.

"I should also take my leave, Father, Mother," Loki said with a smile, turning to bow to her parents. "I got carried away with the drinks earlier because I was happy, and now I'm a little tipsy myself."

She didn't want to waste time and should go down to keep an eye on Thor, in case he pretended to be drunk and sneaked away.

Odin naturally had no objections to her request and agreed to Loki's request. The latter turned and bowed to Yang Le and Gwen, the two guests, before leaving with light steps.

"Looks like she's in a good mood," Gwen said with a smile, and Yang Le nodded in agreement.

However, if the God of Mischief is in a good mood, it means someone might be in trouble. Although he didn't know the stories of Asgard in this universe, judging by Thor's appearance, Loki in this universe definitely had him completely under her thumb.

Since he wasn't the one in trouble, there was nothing to worry about. There's a good old saying: 'Better a dead friend than a dead me.' The wisdom of the ancestors was truly benefiting Yang Le.

"Two distinguished guests."

Just as Yang Le and Gwen were exchanging glances, Frigga walked up and interrupted their conversation with a slightly apologetic expression.

"I heard that you want to tour Asgard, but it's getting late today. Some wild beasts still appear outside Asgard City at night, so it's not safe enough."

"How about this, why don't you stay in the palace tonight, and tomorrow morning we'll send someone to take you to experience the beauty of Asgard."

Yang Le turned to Gwen to ask for her opinion, and the latter nodded in agreement. So Yang Le turned back and said, "Of course, we both have no objections."

"Thank you for your understanding," Frigga nodded, then a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes. "I just don't know if I should prepare two rooms or one?"

As soon as Frigga asked the question, Gwen's face turned slightly red, almost imperceptibly. Her eyes quietly glanced at Yang Le, silently waiting for his answer.

What to do? If Hubby asks me, should I agree? If he agrees directly, should I refuse?

Just as Gwen was struggling, Yang Le gave his answer without even thinking.

"One room is enough, Your Majesty."

Frigga covered her mouth as if surprised by Yang Le's boldness, and Gwen's face flushed even more, with even her eyes becoming a little watery.

However, Yang Le's next answer surprised everyone present.

"One room is enough. By the way, is there a place in the palace where weapons can be forged?"

"Huh?" Frigga turned to look at Odin, the two spouses exchanging glances. "May I ask what you need that place for?"

"I'm going to use the Uru metal ingot I just got to enhance my weapon," Yang Le raised his right hand, showing everyone the golden bracelet he was wearing. "So I'm not planning to sleep. I'll spend the whole night in the forging place, just find Gwen a room to sleep in."

"There is one..." Odin glanced almost imperceptibly at Gwen, who was speechless behind Yang Le. "Okay, I'll take you there. Frigga, you take the other guest to the guest room."

After saying that, Odin took Yang Le and left first. After a while, Frigga led Gwen away with a comforting smile.

Was Yang Le really clueless? No, on the contrary, he understood Gwen's thoughts and Frigga's desire to help them along, but he felt that these things were not quite appropriate, at least not right now.

First of all, Gwen will only celebrate her coming-of-age birthday this year. Although they are only a year or two apart, one of them is indeed an adult, while the other will only be an adult after her birthday this year. In this case, being alone in a house is okay, but being alone in a room is not quite right.

However, Yang Le knew that although Gwen wouldn't say it, she wouldn't refuse his request when the time came, but that didn't mean Yang Le couldn't care.

However, it wouldn't be good to openly reject Gwen, as it might make her sad, so he might as well play dumb. Just in time, the Uru metal ingot was in hand, and he had an excuse, so Yang Le had a flash of inspiration and decided to run to the blacksmith shop for the night.

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After many twists and turns, with Odin's guidance, Yang Le smoothly arrived at the forging factory in the palace. This place was finally not as glittering as other places in the palace, but it was still made of metal, only it had been changed to silver-gray.

Asgard's forging factory is very different from Earth's. It's a combination of the future and the ancient, with many things like machine tools, as well as power forging hammers and the like.

Besides these, of course, there are also older anvils and forging hammers. In short, it can be said to have everything.

"You can use all the equipment here. If you don't know how to use it, you can ask the blacksmiths over there."

Odin pointed casually, and Yang Le followed his hand to see a group of blacksmiths. Some of them were Asgardians, and some were dwarves.

"I thought dwarves only stayed in Svartalfheim?" Yang Le looked curiously at the 'dwarves' who were about to reach the ceiling of the forging factory.

"Looks like you know a lot about the Nine Realms," Odin looked at Yang Le in surprise, but he quickly understood. The affairs of the Nine Realms had long been written into myths in Midgard, and although there were many errors, these superficial knowledge were still correct, so it was normal for Yang Le to know.

"Great God King Odin!"

Just as Yang Le and Odin were talking, a deafening voice came over, and then Yang Le saw a tall figure walking towards them.