Chapter 616 When Kneeling Becomes a Fashion

Chapter 616 When Kneeling Becomes a Fashion

William walked forward, pulling Lucien whose hands were bound, with Lucien still emitting an enticing scent.

The surrounding Shapeshifter lords eyed Lucien with drool, but none dared to compete with Forseti for the prey.

They interpreted William's actions and their recent conversation as William intending to offer Lucien as a gift to Forseti, in exchange for discussing some matter.

However, some were puzzled as to why Forseti had knelt earlier.

The Shapeshifter lords couldn't quite grasp Forseti's actions.

But some Shapeshifter lords made their interpretations.

Perhaps Forseti was teaching this outsider that if one is to kneel, it should be done with presence.

Or maybe, a full-force kneel could psychologically oppress the opponent.

Today, in Heart of Asgard, many Shapeshifter lords followed Forseti's lead, kneeling before battle to intimidate their opponents.

There were also instances where two opposing Shapeshifter lords, locked in a fierce glare, ended up kneeling to each other, comparing whose ground cracks were more terrifying as they knelt.

Due to Forseti's act of kneeling, Heart of Asgard seemed to suffer various 'earthquakes' today, with continuous booming sounds throughout the city.

If not for the strong magic arrays protecting the buildings, Heart of Asgard might have turned into ruins.

Following Forseti, William and his companions arrived at the Guardian Temple of Heart of Asgard.

At the temple's entrance, two scantily clad girls bowed gracefully upon seeing Forseti.

Entering the temple, they found it filled with beautiful girls.

Could it be that Forseti had chosen all the pretty girls in the city for his household?

"What divine being are you, exactly? And what is it that you want to discuss?" After entering the great hall and sitting on a pure gold chair, looking down at William and his companions, Forseti was flanked by two girls. One of the girls picked a grape and fed it to Forseti's mouth.

Quite the scene, reminiscent of Louis XIV of France!

William untied the magical ropes binding Lucien, looked at the supremely confident Forseti, and said, "My name is William, also known as the Obliterator. You should have heard of me."

Forseti was stunned, and the girl beside him was petrified.

"Hahahaha! William the Obliterator?" After his initial shock, Forseti pointed at William and burst into laughter, "You are William the Obliterator?"

"You're using the name of William the Obliterator to scare me?" Forseti said, "If you're William the Obliterator, should I ask what you'd like to eat?"

As the son of the God of Light, Baldr, he had naturally heard the legends of William the Obliterator, and he knew those were true.

The William the Obliterator of those days was truly invincible!

But that person had long vanished, likely perished in that catastrophe, and had not been reborn.

William pondered for a moment and said, "You saying that makes me feel somewhat embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" Forseti's smile froze, glanced at Lucien, and said, "I don't care about your background. In my territory, you follow my rules! This person is a gift you're offering, right?"

William sighed softly: "Why do you have this misconception? I asked for a secluded place just to have a chat with you. Which part do you plan to keep? I think those wings of yours detract from your beauty. How about I trim them for you?"

But such matters were not to be disclosed!

"Lord William? Is it really you?" Forseti swallowed hard, hoping it wasn't too late to admit his mistake.

After sitting down, William asked, "You are Baldr's son?"

Forseti hurriedly ran down from his chair and knelt before William.

Seeing this, the dancers in the great hall were so frightened that they stopped dancing, and the music abruptly ended.

Everyone looked incredulously in the direction of the speaker.

William glanced at the female musicians and said, "Continue with your performance."

The female musicians were unsure of how to react for a moment.

Forseti turned his head and said loudly, "Did you not hear what Lord William said? Continue the music! Continue the dance!"

Upon hearing this, the female musicians and dancers resumed their graceful dancing, and the music flowed like silk.

William also spoke politely, "Don't be so tense; I'm not as terrible as the rumors suggest. Let's sit and have a heart-to-heart talk."

Forseti sat beside William like a docile dog.

Sophias, the Element Devouring Cat, and Lucien sat to the side, somewhat confused by the situation unfolding before them.

Lucien once again realized the terrifying presence that is William.

Forseti, who had been so formidable moments ago, was now kneeling obediently.

To be precise, he had knelt twice.

Forseti's feelings were incredibly mixed.

Not nervous?

How could he not be nervous?

Thinking back on his earlier attitude and the rumors about William the Obliterator, he had already started pondering which part of him might taste better.

Damn, the son of the God of Light, Baldr, and the leader of Heart of Asgard, was contemplating which part of himself would be more palatable.

He was truly questioning his life.

And he really regretted it!

Why did he have to be so arrogant just now?

Why did he have to stand out?

If he hadn't, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Although William is a gourmet, he's not devoid of empathy or social graces.

Since Forseti also has some connection to him, if he's Baldr's only child, it indeed wouldn't be right to just stew him up directly.