Just like this man, under the ice on the streets of Norway in January, the warm spring wind spreads from the ocean to the land. In the days that follow, the long winter like the doomsday catastrophe will be slowly driven out of the land in the south. The god of forest Vidal and the god of nature Valy will plant greener and more lush plants on this land than before, and life will sing praises on this land again. But in Oslo, the slender tentacles of spring have not arrived so quickly, and the pale sun above the head is weak and weak, and the vitality is still hidden under the ice.

Just like this man walking on the sidewalk, his short gray-white hair was combed backwards, and a few strands of lifeless hair hung on his broad forehead. His eyes were happy. Whether it was deliberately accumulating gray-white stubble or the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, he did not look too old. The cold air boosted his spirit and made his eyes brighter. It snowed lightly last night, and until the morning, the melted snowflakes turned into slippery and slimy ice that made people disgusted.

His steps were light and he strides across the ice on the sidewalk. From the hard black leather shoes heels to the gray-white hair that was somewhat messy by the wind, it was exactly 183 centimeters, and the arms hidden by the gray wool coat were as powerful as the upcoming ocean warm wind. A good-tasting dark clothes not only keep warm, but also make him quite masculine charm. It has to be said that he can attract women with Oedipus complex.

Casilios was looking forward to the person who was about to meet him. He walked to the cafe on the street. The sheath was blocked by the canopy and kept the ground a little dry, and the waiting person stood there, looking thinner than him, and his same tall figure was blocked by a black coat casually draped over his shoulders. This man was completely opposite to him, and his youthful aura was irresistible. Three huge gem rings of different colors not only failed to make him look vulgar and gorgeous, but the muscles bulging under the white shirt did not make him rude, but instead set off his peculiar temperament with a dark black suit and tie.

The long, slightly curly black hair was tied behind his head, and a few strands of naughty curly hair jumped on his forehead with the breeze, and his charming smile always hung on his face. It was vaguely visible that something long was tied with a silver-buckled belt around his waist, and as long as he stretched out his right hand, he could pull it out at any time.

"My child." Casillaos opened his arms and hugged the young man vigorously. At some point, these two men were indeed very similar to father and son. This child was his spiritual sustenance on the lonely snow-capped mountains. He watched the child grow up, get into college, have one or two girlfriends. He watched him learn magic, learn driving, and learn scientific knowledge that normal people cannot understand.

Salomon also smiled and patted Casilios on the back of the spine. He was not against Casilios calling him by this name.

"You have a small belly now, Casilios." After separation, Salomon raised an eyebrow at him. Casilios' American English accent seemed to have changed a little, with the refreshing smell of these glaciers and pastures. "How did you become like this in just a few months?"

"The Father of the Gods is a good hunter, and Friga is so hospitable," Casillas said with a smile. He pulled open the wooden seat of the coffee stall. The chair creaked, and it had been the same job for more than a hundred years, and today is no exception. Salomon sat down like him, under his dark black wool coat was a thin black scabbard with silver, and on the other side was a smaller scabbard. The same artistic style was hidden by the wide coat.

Casilios hung his coat on the back of the seat. “If you eat venison, bear and salmon every day, and lack exercise because it is too cold, you will be the same as me,” he said. “You can’t blame me alone, the Father of the Gods also has belly, that doesn’t mean anything.”

"The Asgardians just can't stay idle, but this is not the reason why you refuse to exercise." When the waiter brought the coffee, Salomon did not intend to talk about this task immediately. Previously, because Salomon was busy with Oxford's studies, the Venerable could only assign another person to accompany the father of the gods. Casilios, one of the most outstanding secret wizards of Kamataj, was appointed as the assignment of this easy task.

Whether it is Christmas or New Year, Casilios spent the ice and snow in Nordic. This holiday mission gave him a good rest, and the vast and magnificent scenery made him feel happy. Salomon pushed the coffee aside. He didn't like coffee, and he didn't like it very much, especially the Norwegian ferry coffee was as bad as American coffee. But before he came here, he wanted to pass the time with Casilios, and the money he paid was enough for the store to provide some help.

The older secret wizard raised his eyebrows and watched Salomon use exaggerated gestures to create a bottle of clear and transparent wine. The waiter brought four wine glasses and a large bottle of soda. Two large cups were filled with ice, and two small cups could only hold a little liquid. In this country, drinking is a very normal thing, and even the spirits are welcomed by most people.

When Salomon poured the frozen transparent liquid from the bottle into two small cups, Casilios raised the cup without hesitation and drank the pure ice vodka in one sip. Under his gaze, Salomon also raised the cup and drank the frozen wine clean. The vodka hit the stomach like ice, making the stomach tremble. Within a few seconds, the alcohol began to play its role, and the secret mage felt a pot of carbon fire stuffed into his stomach with the right temperature.

He exhaled a long breath.

"For Odin!" He toasted casually happily, "The next glass is for Friga."

Casillaos nodded with satisfaction, and it seemed that Salomon looked like a man.

Maybe it was a glass, maybe five, no one knew. Maybe it was the cold wind in the north that urged them to drink every drop of wine, Salomon and Cassilios did not plan to stop at this time. Vodka was poured into a cup full of ice, and soda was poured into it. No one knew how much they had drunk. Between the smoked fish and sausage, between chocolate and cheese balls, there were glasses of spirits and countless topics, including the joint exam that Salomon took not long ago. When the two finally planned to get up and leave, Salomon was still not drunk at all, only Casilios was still talking about the stupid things that Salomon had done with him when he was a child.

The young man listened with a smile on his face, without interrupting the older secret wizard.

The alcohol concentration in the blood vessels is just right, very warm, and very suitable for chatting.

It is undeniable that Casilios did play some father roles in Salomon's childhood. For example, taking a boy to drink, build a snowman, and throwing snowballs at the bored and rigid Modu. Salomon is very grateful to him because he really plays a good father, even if the two are not related by blood - part of this is because Salomon is quite worry-free, and looks completely different from a normal teenager, and is not interested in the concept of second-hand, death, noise, and noise.

"What are we going to do?" Casilios asked about the destination of the mission until the paper cup filled with orange juice and vodka was empty. Salomon shook his head and casually repeated the words of the Lord. Casilios glanced at the young secret mage, a little curious.

"This is just a task of picking up garbage." He called it "nothing left by God in the past" to pick up garbage, because all the gods often missed something less important when they left the earth. For example, Aphrodite's always don't wear it, or they have to take off their clothes immediately after wearing it. It's a bit of magical effect, but in fact it's very useless and doesn't even have the qualification to put it in the Temple Museum.

It is said that Aphrodite's clothes were burned by Athena, and Salomon did not dare to ask what the specific situation was.

Of course, these things will still cause some trouble after being picked up by ordinary people. Kama Taj will definitely have to solve those troubles.
Chapter completed!