Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 143 Sending out invitations

Kasa asked, seemingly understanding but not quite, "Master, do you mean... the Metal Dragons will appear and attack us during our nation-building ceremony?"

Agreed nodded matter-of-factly and analyzed, "They've been so well-behaved for the past six months probably because they've been busy gathering their kind. After all, dragons mostly live alone. But six months should be about enough time. At this crucial moment, when we announce the founding of our nation, it's the best opportunity for them. It allows us to demonstrate the power of dragons to all nations, regain the face lost by the Golden Dragon Clan, and at the same time, wipe us out in one fell swoop. If I thought my strength far surpassed theirs, I would also risk a surprise attack on their founding ceremony, because that's when their defenses are weakest and they have the greatest advantage."

Unfortunately, the dragons didn't know that they had already missed their only chance to win—a six-month window that could have cost me my life!

Lester and Brecel exchanged a smile, and then Lester bowed in response, "Then let's now host a banquet for the guests to celebrate the great show, and at the same time set up the 'welcome ceremony' for our metal dragon friends."

Agreed waved his hand and said, "Go on, I'm setting off for the Dwarf Kingdom and the Elf Kingdom now. Remember to be careful in everything you do. Although the three of you have surpassed the level of legend, you are not invincible. If anything happens, ask me for help immediately, and I will assist you."

The three then left the hall to pack their gear and embark on their journey to distribute invitations to various countries. Agreed, on the other hand, flew directly out of the castle's skylight and headed towards the Ten Thousand Mountains. It had been quite a while since he had visited the Dwarf Kingdom to see how Larry and the others were doing.

Two days later, Agreed appeared silently in the sky above the dwarf kingdom, and then transformed into a black shadow and arrived in the dwarf king's palace in an instant.

At this moment, the current Dwarf King Larry, shirtless, was hammering a piece of alloy that was gradually cooling down, while constantly stepping on the bellows below to control the furnace fire. After the metal cooled down, he would put it back into the furnace to heat it up again to ensure the alloy's plasticity. The forging process gradually proceeded in a cycle of heating, forging, reheating, and reforging. Finally, after half an hour, the familiar quenching sound rang out, and the Dwarf King had finally successfully shaped the material in its initial stages.

Then Agreed's voice suddenly rang out behind the Dwarf King and said, "Your craftsmanship is as good as ever, or even better than before. I never thought that the dwarf king would be forging weapons like a blacksmith."

Larry wasn't alarmed because he recognized the voice. He immediately turned to look at Agreed and laughed loudly, "You brat, you still know how to come see me? Last time you sent a letter saying you wanted to trade, and I ran around doing all the talking for you, practically begging you to convince the tribesmen to agree to trade with the undead. And you haven't even given me a token of appreciation. What are you doing here again?"

Agreed bowed and said, "I've come to express my gratitude, and also to personally deliver an invitation to you." As he spoke, Agreed took out the fine wine he had prepared for Larry from his private space, and at the same time took out an invitation made of pure gold with engraved patterns on its surface.

The invitation is incredibly thoughtful, featuring an automatic translation magic circle. Once opened, the magic circle automatically identifies the opener's race and transmits the correct meaning to the guest through soul communication.

The Dwarf King took the invitation and examined the little thing in his hand, praising, "Not bad, you haven't lost your skills after all these years. But what's this for?" As he spoke, the Dwarf King opened the invitation, and instantly the information inside was injected into his mind. The Dwarf King shook his head in a daze, and then called out to Agre.

"Good heavens, you're actually going to establish a country! I never thought that the brat who used to do odd jobs for me would now be the ruler of a nation. Don't worry, the dwarves will definitely support you. I'll personally go there in my dwarf king's armor to cheer you on."

Agreed said happily, "Since the Dwarf King has graced us with his presence, I must prepare your favorite spirits and exquisite ornaments, ensuring you leave with a full load."

The Dwarf King burst into laughter, saying, "You're the sensible one, buddy, hahaha."

Agreed then stayed in the dwarf kingdom for a few more days, catching up with the dwarf king. Agreed brought many gifts, and his identity as a ghost was revealed during the trade. As a result, many dwarves in the dwarf kingdom deliberately avoided Agreed out of fear, even though he was a hero who had saved them.

However, within just a few days, Agreed dispelled all the dwarves' prejudices against him. Thanks to the friendship they had shared in the past, and the fact that the dwarves were inherently simple and honest, Agreed could easily build a good relationship with the innocent dwarves with just a bottle of strong liquor. There was no small matter between Agreed and the dwarves that Agreed couldn't resolve with a bottle of fine wine, and if that didn't work, he would just use two.

Finally, amidst the cheers of all the dwarves, Agreed left the Ten Thousand Mile Mountain and flew towards the Elven Kingdom. So many years had passed, yet the Elven architecture remained largely unchanged, with the same towering ancient trees and lush green forests. Agreed walked to the familiar ancient wooden wall, and memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. The scenes of him bringing Heya here to meet the Elven King seemed to have happened just yesterday, but now everything had changed.

At this moment, the elves finally spotted Agreed and immediately shouted, "Who goes there?! State your identity, or we will consider you an enemy!"

Agreed called out helplessly, "I am a guest from the Western Swamp. My name is Agreed Tutankhamun Presidian Lehler. I have come here to invite the Elven race to participate in our country's founding ceremony. Please inform your superiors."

The elf standing on the city wall hesitated for a moment, then replied, "This is not something I can decide. You wait there for a while, and I will inform my superior, Lady Heya, the strongest elven mage in our elven empire, to hand over the duties to you." With that, the elven soldier turned and disappeared from Agred's sight.

"The strongest elven sorcerer?" Agred repeated in surprise, then continued to mutter to himself, "Heya is doing so well now. I never would have imagined that the little girl who was ostracized from her clan back then would become such a prominent figure among the elves!"

After a while, a stunningly beautiful female elf with a fiery figure anxiously came out and looked at Agred below the city wall, then asked, "Excuse me... are you Mr. Agred?"