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Muspelheim

The Muspel people, the main intelligent race of this planet, are descendants of Surtur.

Of course, as an elder of the Nine Realms, Surtur has a long life and countless descendants.

Even the eldest Muspelians are not much younger than Surtur, but their strength is significantly weaker.

In today's Nine Realms, the flame giant is one of the top two powerhouses, but the strength of the Muspelians, his descendants, can generally be classified as mortal.

Hearing this, Forseti decided to visit the village.

While walking, he opened the holy book to check.

The Holy Light Pointer always judged severe crimes worthy of revenge. After killing the two fire demons, he received two revenge awards as expected.

**[Blessing of the King (fragment)]**

**[Sacrificial Aura (Shard)]**

Both awards were spell fragments, which were quite valuable. Especially the Blessing of the King, which was rare and powerful. Counting this, Forseti now had three fragments.

The mountain was not far away, and after a few hours of walking, he turned a corner and saw a village dominated by black and red colors.

This Muspelian village was surrounded by mountains and magma. The mountains were black and the magma red. Most buildings were stone, with rough lines, giving it a black stone mountain style.

"Who goes there?" Several Muspelian guards at the village entrance called out when they saw Forseti approaching, very alert.

They looked roughly like humans, but with fiery red skin and two horns on their heads. Their body temperature was very high, enough to burn an ordinary human upon contact.

Forseti smiled and spoke in Allspeak: "My name is Ragnaros, and I come from the distant planet Northrend."

"Northrend?" Several Muspelians looked at each other, puzzled.

"A flame planet with an environment very similar to Muspelheim. Most inhabitants there are flame creatures." A flame ignited in Forseti's hand.

Seeing the flame, the vigilance of the Muspelian guards decreased significantly.

"What brings you to our Muspelheim?"

Forseti responded, "I'm a Lorewalker, very interested in the flame worlds of the universe. As the home of the mighty Surtur, Muspelheim has always fascinated me."

"Do you have gold?" Compared to the fire demons, the Muspelians were more tactful.

Forseti internally scoffed, thinking these rogues were poor. But, being in their territory, he immediately took out a few small pieces of gold, which he had just melted from Asgardian gold coins.

Handing the gold to the guards, he said, "Northrend uses very little gold, so I didn't bring much."

The guards weighed the gold, clearly not very pleased. "You can go in, but you can only stay in the village for one day. And don't cause any trouble, or you'll regret it."

Forseti entered the village and looked around.

As flame creatures, the Muspelians had peculiar living habits compared to other creatures. The most noticeable was their cooking methods.

"Be careful, don't let any water splash," an older Muspelian chef instructed his apprentice in an open-air tavern.

Do the Muspelians use water for cooking?

Forseti was very surprised and walked into the tavern to observe from a distance.

At that moment, the apprentice chef was carrying a large bucket, slowly pouring the water into a pot.

It was just ordinary water, and Forseti's curiosity grew.

The apprentice poured the water very carefully, clearly aware of the danger it posed to flame creatures.

Meanwhile, the older Muspelian chef was dismembering a large fiery red meat worm with a knife, cutting it into several portions.

The meat worm was about the size of an ordinary person's calf, and very resilient.

"Outsider, do you want to try Muspelheim's specialty, magma worms?" a Muspelian sitting at the table next to Forseti turned and asked.

This individual looked quite strange. Most Muspelian horns were black, gray, or brown, but his horns were green, contrasting sharply with his fiery red skin.

"Uh, okay." Forseti hesitated but decided to try it. "I'll have a small portion of magma worms."

"Alright," the chef replied.

Forseti continued watching them cook.

After the apprentice chef poured the water and prepared the seasoning without burning it, the chef threw the processed magma worms into the cold water.

"Hey—crack!"

As soon as the magma meat worms touched the cold water, a large amount of white smoke and popping sounds emerged, making it look like they were frying.

The meat worm's vitality finally ceased in the cold water, lying limp in the pot as bubbles formed all over its body.

After a while, the cold-water fried meat worm was ready to be served, appearing scorched yellow, which amazed Forseti.

He took a careful bite.

The taste was acceptable, better than he had expected, and quite edible.

While eating, the green-horned Muspelian at the next table spoke again. "Are you from Asgard?"

"No, I'm from Northrend."

"Northrend?" The green man smiled in disbelief. "You'd better not use that false identity everywhere. Compared to Northrend, the identity of an Asgardian will cause you much less trouble."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been asked for a lot of gold along the way."

Forseti was taken aback, then couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Since Surtur had been the number one villain in Asgard in his past life, he was instinctively wary of Muspelheim and had created the fake identity of Northrend.

Listening to the green man, this might have backfired. Could it be that the Muspelians and Asgardians were actually on friendly terms?

The green man explained slowly, "Lord Surtur once received a prophecy. Although no one knows the specific content, since then, Lord Surtur has strictly ordered Muspelheim not to participate in the Nine Realms' disputes."

"So, if you're from one of the Nine Realms' races like the Asgardians, trolls, or light elves, few people will bother you..."

After saying this, he drank an unknown magma-like beverage and left.

Forseti frowned and remained silent for a long time.

After leaving the tavern, he continued to wander around the village and soon found a herbal shop. Out of his preference for herbs, he walked in without hesitation.

"Asgardian?" the herbal shop owner asked.

"Yes," Forseti admitted, remembering what the green man had said.

The owner didn't react much. "What do you need?"

Forseti glanced around the herbal shop, then his eyes narrowed. He pointed to a small bottle and asked, "How much for this ice worm powder?"