The way of holding the Asgard sword can be held with one hand or both hands. Salomon has practiced both one-handed sword and two-handed sword. Mastering this sword is not a difficult task. What makes him feel is the energy on the sword.

The one-handed sword technique he learned requires holding a shield, while in two-handed sword technique, some methods require holding the sword body and attacking the enemy with the hilt of the sword - for example, he blocks the opponent's sword with a defensive posture, and the two sides enter the stage of struggle. At that time, he needs to grasp the sword body, tilt the sword to guide the opponent's posture, and attack the enemy's face with the hilt of the sword to seek a breakthrough.

If he was wearing armor, the energy on the sword would not be a big problem. But now, his magic gloves could not withstand the impact of this energy.

"Black Magic." Queen Friga took the pair of vampire gloves made by Salomon and looked carefully, especially the red stitches on the pale and simple white leather gloves, which were like long fingernails, which made the queen frown. "Did you make it yourself?" Queen shook her head, "Your black magic is excellent, but these extra stitches... Oh, I have to say, your needlework is really a bit too bad."

Salomon's face turned red, he lowered his head and raised his toes uneasy.

When his works were handed over to others for evaluation, there was always a sense of shame in his heart, especially when Friga pointed out his bad needlework that day. He did not dare to say that the leather was tanned by the leather maker. It was an Italian shoemaker, one of Athena's common craftsmen. The shoemaker also asked him what animal the leather was and what style of shoes he wanted.

According to Asgard's style, in addition to the ancestral equipment, the materials used to make magic equipment should be obtained by yourself. Salomon purchased fur at Vandalzal Fort, and was tanned by craftsmen and then made by themselves. This is the most time-saving method. Fortunately, the queen of the diva Friga was not that rigid. She knew that it was unrealistic for Salomon to master so many skills at this age.

"I'm not very proficient in this blood magic, but I'm much more powerful in research on potions." Queen Friga smiled and returned the gloves to the secret mage. "Follow me to the warm-up room, I'll teach you how to plant magic plants and deal with semi-finished potions. The Warner Gods are much more powerful in drug research than Kama Taj. You can learn to make psychedelic drugs, aphrodisiac ointments and healing agents. Don't worry, I know what boys are thinking, I'll leave you with time to play in the martial arts practice field."

The raven landed on Odin's arm, and the father of the gods listened to the raven's whisper. Then he nodded. The raven named Moni flapped its black wings again and penetrated into the stars and magnificent twilight in the distance. The father of the gods was not only Heimdal, but the raven named Fojin and Moni would tell Odin about everything they saw. They flapped their black wings, and they were figured on the nine realms and even on all planets.

The Father of the Gods looked into the distance with concern.

The chaebols and warlords of the Kerry Empire still fought endlessly before the planet and earned dividends. Since the Skuru people had their own guardians, they began to reveal their traces. More than one war broke out between them and the indigenous people of each planet and the Kerry people who were chasing them. As usual, the interstellar pirates and wanderers wandered outside the Nine Realms, trying to find a little leftover to fill their stomachs. The last Warnerheim rebellion could show the rampantness of these shameless guys. The emotionless immortals are still observing their own observers. They are no different from machines. The father of the gods does not care about the gang of synthetic men and what they want to do.

The one that worries the Father of the Gods the most is the Legion of Darkness.

The desire of this interstellar warlord has no end. The father of the gods knows what Thanos is looking for. Asgard will inevitably become the target of the overlord. The father of the gods understands that as long as he and the Supreme Master are still alive, Thanos will not have the courage to invade the Nine Realms and implement his stupid philosophical concepts. But after he and the Supreme Master die, can his son and the heir of the Supreme Master resist this pressure and the twilight of the gods triggered by his eldest daughter? This is the thing the father of the gods is most worried about.

As long as there is one failure, it is a complete failure and there is no chance of recovery.

Hela's so-called dangerous thoughts were not the real reason for him to imprison this daughter. The end of the day he foresaw in the Fountain of Wisdom has been haunting him. Hela's idea happened to be a good excuse. The thoughts she developed during the war were no longer suitable for the Nine Realms of Stable Situation. As the key to triggering Ragnarok, the Father of the Gods naturally imprisoned her. However, as time went by, the Father of the Gods realized that everything he did was exactly what fate hoped him to do, and what he did was the source of the Ragnarok.

He had discussed this with the Supreme Master, because whether it was Ragnarok or the fall of Camelo, there were players named Destiny who were manipulating their destiny. The Eye of the Ago Motorcycle was the best tool to spy on destiny. The Father of the Gods wanted to ask about Asgard's future. At that time, the Supreme Master refused the request of the Father of the Gods. The Venerable said that the most terrifying thing about destiny is that when you want to escape destiny, you have no idea whether your thoughts come from yourself or destiny.

However, after adopting the heir, the Supreme Master changed his words. The Supreme Master's heir, Salomon Damonet, was deeply trapped in the quagmire of fate, but at the same time he was also a person who broke his fate. His choice determined the different directions of fate in the nine realms and even the entire universe.

The Father of the Gods sighed, and Thor looked at him and asked with a puzzled look, "Father, do you have any more troubles?"

"No, no." Odin shook his head, not intending to inform Thor of the many obstacles to the future. Thor has grown up, but it is not enough. Odin does not want to put those burdens on him now. The Father of the Gods said, "I want to hear about you. How is the matter with Warnerheim? I noticed that someone has not come back."

"Warnerheim will not have any rebellion anymore. I let Hogan stay. That's his home." Thor held the railing and looked at the soldiers on the martial arts field below. He said, "If you can lead the army in person, the war will end sooner."

The Father of the Gods didn't care much about Thor's compliments. "This is the first time that the Nine Realms have returned to peace since the Rainbow Bridge was destroyed." Odin paused and decided not to teach Thor's overly complex political philosophy here, and he still had time to learn. "It's your credit, Thor." The Father of the Gods said, "They will remember our strength...and you have won their respect, and my gratitude."

"Everything is in order, except for your restless heart."

"It has nothing to do with Jane Foster, father." Thor retorted shyly.

"The life of a mortal is fleeting and is not worth mentioning at all. You should cherish the person in front of you." The father of the gods pointed to Sif, who was sweating profusely in the martial arts training ground. She was the daughter-in-law recognized by Odin and Queen Friga, and Jane Foster was not at all on the table in his eyes.

"What about Salomon? He is also a mortal!"
Chapter completed!