Chapter 215: Odin's Ambition
Oaks couldn't figure out if Odin had gone crazy.
But since the King of Asgard wanted to open a nightclub on Earth and become the King of Nightclubs...
There wasn't much Oaks could do except to support him.
However, he subtly reminded Odin not to cause any fatalities with the secret Asgardian brew...
Odin's bar was located in the southwest corner of Central Park in Manhattan, occupying a considerable area.
The Benevolence Society had participated in the reconstruction process of New York, so it was relatively easy for them to secure a shop with such a size.
The bar was named "Valhalla," the Hall of Heroes.
It didn't have the hidden elegance typical of ordinary bars; instead, it exuded a passionate atmosphere.
Odin practically took the essence of the grand feasts in Valhalla and decorated his bar with it.
Of course, the most important aspect was that the bar offered a wide variety of beverages, including the authentic secret brews from the Asgardian royal family.
Various exquisite secret brews, a combination of ruggedness and elegance, along with the noble and sophisticated temperament of the owner, who may be old but had a broad range of experiences. This attracted a large number of loyal customers from the moment it opened.
Most importantly, the bar had no security, yet no one could cause trouble inside.
Although the bar owner had only one eye, anyone with ill intentions would think twice as soon as they caught his gaze.
That was a presence that mortals couldn't resist—an aura of authority.
After helping Odin settle these initial matters, Oaks quickly retreated to attend to his own affairs.
The Benevolence Society, of course, had no overt connection to Valhalla.
As for any covert involvement...
Did the secret brewing workshop in the Little Rainforest count?
However, when Oaks heard that the well-known gangs and hoodlums near Valhalla had started working there, dressed in suits, within just one week, he secretly grumbled.
Are they starting to recruit troops now?
But they're being too desperate!
Just as Oaks was guessing whether Odin would give each of them a Berserker Staff and start a rampage down the streets, he received a call from Odin.
"Huh? Need people?"
Oaks listened to Odin's rambling on the other end of the phone with a wry smile. This old man had recruited a group of gangs and hoodlums, and he still thought he didn't have enough manpower. What does he want to do?!
"Not too many, just a few people."
Odin sneered disdainfully.
"These guys are good at fighting as Midgardians, but when it comes to strategy and management, they're utterly useless! Not suitable for major tasks!"
What do you want strategy and management talents for?!
"But the Benevolence Society can't have any overt connection with Valhalla, and we can't handle personnel either—
We are an environmental and public welfare organization, and we have to maintain the purity of our organization."
"Hmm... Then find people who are not part of the Benevolence Society for me, won't that work?"
Odin displayed an attitude of "I'm relying on you for this."
"If I have to handle everything personally, it won't be fun."
Oaks sighed. He had to admit that it was indeed the case.
The more Odin personally intervened, the greater the chance of him getting bored and throwing in the towel.
If he really lost interest or became too heavy-handed, it would be difficult to handle the situation.
"Hmm? I think I have a suitable candidate."
Just as Oaks was about to say something to stall for time, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"But I'll need a pardon from you first."
"A pardon?"
Odin was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood.
"A pardon for whom? Is there an Asgardian on Earth?"
"That's right... There's an Asgardian who has been staying on Earth for over eight hundred years."
Oaks chuckled.
"After experiencing eight centuries, he is incredibly familiar with the affairs of Earth. He is more than capable of meeting your requirements. However, if there's no pardon, he probably wouldn't dare to come even if you asked him."
"...Come to the bar and tell me what's going on."
...
When Professor Elliot Randolph saw Oaks holding Odin's rune, he almost fell to his knees and begged for mercy.
How could he not recognize the power of the AllFather?
"I already told you everything I knew last time! The castle in England!"
"Relax, Professor Randolph, this time it's good news."
Oaks looked helplessly at the trembling Professor Randolph, finally understanding the supreme position of Odin's power in the eyes of the Asgardians.
"Oaks... Sage, Advisor, sir..."
Randolph fumbled and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He was almost on the verge of tears.
"That's the power of the AllFather! How could I relax..."
Although he was born as a common stonemason, as a regular soldier in the Berserker Army, he understood what the titles of "Sage" and "Royal Advisor" meant in Asgard.
But he never expected that this nobleman would bring Odin's power to meet him like this!
"You... Didn't you say you wouldn't reveal my whereabouts?"
"I'm doing this to eliminate future troubles... Keep your voice down!"
Oaks leaned in closer, and amidst Randolph's horrified expression, he pressed the pardon rune onto him.
...
Randolph, trying hard not to scream, slowly opened his eyes. He saw that nothing had happened to himself and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Just now, I felt like my soul was descending to the depths of Hel..."
"That's the pardon rune of King Odin. From now on, you are no longer a deserter of Asgard."
Oaks grinned and patted Professor Randolph's shoulder.
"On the contrary, you have been chosen by King Odin as his representative on Earth, to manage his interests... If you perform well, the King will reward you personally."
"What?!"
Randolph felt like his brain was going to break. What did he just hear?
"That's right, King Odin..."
Oaks explained the situation to Randolph, and his eyes gradually widened.
"Alright, this matter must be kept confidential, understand?"
"Understood! Completely understood..." Randolph hurriedly nodded in agreement.
The King of Asgard, Odin, secretly came to Earth for vacation, and I am becoming his representative...
Although accompanying the King was like being with a tiger, as long as I didn't leave Earth and have the identity of a free man...
"I will handle this matter properly!"
It's just managing a bar, not a big deal!
Randolph was full of confidence. As an Asgardian who loved alcohol, what kind of bar hadn't he been to? He was well-versed in the bar trends of Earth over the past eight hundred years!
"Excellent."
Oaks clapped his hands and handed Randolph a plane ticket.
"We'll depart this afternoon. Valhalla Bar in Manhattan, New York."
However, hesitating for a moment, Oaks quietly warned the overly confident Randolph:
"Um, based on my speculation, the King's goal is not just a bar."
"What else?"
"Probably to unify the New York underworld..."
"Uh... Can I not go?"
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