Oaks wondered if Odin's brain was showing off.

But since the king of Asgard wants to open a nightclub on Earth, he has to become the king of nightclubs...

What can Oaks do, I can only support it.

However, he still vaguely reminded Odin that Asgard's secret spirits should not kill people...

Odin's bar is located in the southwest corner of Manhattan's Central Park and occupies a large area.

Rendehui participated a lot in the rebuilding process of New York, and it was relatively easy to rent such a large shop.

The name of the bar is "Valhalla", which is the Hall of Valhalla.

There is no so-called secret elegance in ordinary bars, but a fanatical feeling in the generous atmosphere.

Odin almost moved out the most quintessential part of the Valhalla banquet and decorated his bar.

Of course, the most important thing is that the wine here is not only a wide variety, but also the kind of genuine Asgard royal secret brew.

A variety of top-quality and unique secret brews, rugged and elegant coexisting styles, and a well-informed and noble boss despite his age have made it attract a large number of loyal customers as soon as it opened.

The most important thing is that this tavern has no security at all, but no one can make trouble in it.

Although the shop owner only has one eye, any guy who wants to make trouble can no longer have such thoughts as long as he glances at him.

That is the majesty and momentum that mortals can't resist.

Help Odin get these early things done, and Oaks quickly retreats and does his own thing.

Of course, the Rende Society has nothing to do with this "Valhalla".

As for the dark...

Does the little rainforest have Odin's secret brewery?

However, when Oaks heard that the well-known gangsters and rogues near the bar Valhalla had started working at the bar in suits and leather shoes in just a week, he still complained secretly.

Is this the beginning of recruiting?

But this is too hungry to eat some!

But just when Oaks was guessing whether Odin was going to put a Berserker cane into each of them and push them down a few streets, he received a call from Odin.

"Huh? Want someone?"

Oaks smiled wryly and listened to Odin's chatter on the other end of the phone. This old man had compiled a group of gangsters and rogues, and he thought there was not enough manpower. What did he want to do? !

"Not much, just a few people is enough."

Odin snorted in disgust:

"As a Midgard, these guys can fight well, but their strategy and management are in a mess, and they can't be used!"

What do you want to do with strategy and management talents? !

"But Rende Club is not suitable to have any obvious connection with Valhalla, let alone personnel-

We are an environmental protection non-profit organization, and we must ensure the purity of the organization. "

"Well... Then you can find me someone who is not a Rendehui?"

Odin has the virtue of "I'm relying on you":

"It would be boring if I had to do everything myself."

Oaks sighed and had to say that was indeed the case.

The more shots, the greater the chance that the king of the gods will be impatient and give up.

If he really dropped his hand and stopped playing, or he had a heavy hand, it would not be easy to deal with.

"Huh? I seem to have thought of a suitable candidate."

Oaks was about to say something and drag it, but suddenly his eyes lit up:

"But I have to ask your old man for a pardon first."

"A pardon?"

Odin was stunned for a while, and quickly reacted:

"Pardon who? Earth has Asgardians?"

"That's right... There is an Asgardian who has stayed on Earth for more than 800 years."

Oaks laughed and said:

"After 800 years, he is obviously very familiar with things on earth, enough to meet your requirements, but if there is no pardon, he would rather commit suicide than dare to come."

"...You come to the bar and tell me what's going on."

...

When Professor Elliot Randolph saw Ox holding the Odin rune, he almost knelt down and begged for mercy.

How could he not know the power of the father of the gods?

"I told you everything I knew last time! That English castle!"

"Relax, Professor Randolph, this time is a good thing."

Oaks looked at Professor Randolph, who was already shaking into a sieve, with tears and laughter, and finally understood the supremacy of Odin's power in the eyes of Asgardians.

"Ox... sage, advisor, lord..."

Randolph tremblingly took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to cry:

"That's the power of the father of the gods! How can I relax..."

Although he was born as a civilian mason, as a regular soldier of the Berserker Legion, he also knew very well what the titles of 'Title Sage' and 'Royal Advisor' meant in Asgard.

But he never thought that this lord would come to see him with the power of Odin!

"You... didn't you say you wouldn't reveal my whereabouts!"

"I'm here to give you eternal trouble... don't call me!"

Oakes stepped forward, and in Randolph's horrified expression, he pressed the pardon rune on him.

"..."

Professor Randolph, who was choking his neck and trying not to scream, slowly opened his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Just now I felt that my soul had returned to the underworld of Hull..."

"That is Odin's pardon rune~lightnovelpub.net~ From now on, you are no longer a deserter from Asgard."

Oaks smiled and patted Professor Randolph on the shoulder:

"On the contrary, you are now chosen by the king of heaven, Odin, as his earthly walker, to take care of the industries on earth for him...

If you behave well, the King of Heaven will not hesitate to reward you in person. "

"what?!"

Randolph felt like he was going to lose his mind. What did he hear?

"That's the case, the King Odin..."

Oakes told Randolph what had happened, and his eyes gradually widened.

"Well, this is a secret, understand?"

"Understood! I understand too well..." Randolph nodded quickly in agreement.

Odin, the king of Asgard, secretly came to earth for a vacation, and he would become his terrestrial traveler...

Although the companion is like a tiger, as long as you don't let yourself leave the earth and change your identity as a free man...

"I must do it right!"

Isn't it just managing a bar, what a big deal!

Randolph is full of confidence. As an alcoholic Asgardian, what kind of bar has he never been to?

He knows the bar trends of the earth for 800 years like the back of the hand!

"great."

Oaks clapped his hands, took out the ticket and handed it to him:

"Leave in the afternoon, Manhattan, New York, Valhalla Bar."

However, after hesitating for a while, Oaks quietly warned the confident Randolph:

"Well, according to my speculation, the king's goal is not just a bar."

"Oh? What else?"

"It's about unifying the underworld of New York..."

Randolph: "...Can I not go!" Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!