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Chapter 111 The God King Weeps Blood, the Thunder God Chops Wood!

Transaction.

Lin Fan uttered those two words with nonchalance.

But Odin, far away in Asgard, felt his divine heart being gripped by an invisible hand, being squeezed dry, drop by drop.

He used Asgard's most crucial strategic resources and the dignity of the entire divine realm to exchange for just one of his sons.

The other son, one of the future heirs, will remain in the mortal realm as a sweeper for a commoner.

This deal was so bad it was utterly disgraceful.

But he had no choice.

Circumstances are more powerful than God.

In front of a man he couldn't even see through, achieving this result was already the limit.

"very good."

Odin's phantom nodded, and he looked at Lin Fan one last time, the emotions surging in his single eye more complex than those in the nebula.

"The goods to be traded will be delivered within three days."

"I hope that you will keep your promise at that time."

"Don't worry, I value integrity above all else in business." Lin Fan waved his hand casually. "Once the goods arrive, your son can leave anytime."

Odin said no more.

The phantom of the god-king, composed of seven-colored rainbow light, dimmed inch by inch until it finally dissipated completely into the air of the alley.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Thor staggered to his feet. He looked at Lin Fan, his eyes no longer filled with the anger and fire of before, but only with a deathly helplessness.

He witnessed it with his own eyes.

He witnessed how his supreme father, who ruled over the nine realms, gradually yielded before the other party, and finally drank this humiliating covenant.

This world...

Midgard...

It was a completely different concept from what he had imagined.

"Father……"

He murmured to himself, guilt coiling around his heart like a giant python.

If it weren't for my recklessness and impulsiveness, Asgard wouldn't be in this state.

"Alright, stop standing there like a wooden post."

Lin Fan's impatient voice interrupted his self-reproach.

He strolled to the stone block, picked up the still-humming Mjolnir, and shoved it back into Thor's hand.

"You can leave now."

Thor gripped the hammer handle, but his body remained still.

He glanced to the side at Loki, who was still holding a broom and had a blank expression.

"My younger brother..."

"Him?" Lin Fan glanced at Loki. "He can only leave when your 'delivery' arrives. He can't just quit before his contract expires. I have labor laws with me."

Loki's handsome face instantly fell apart, looking worse than if he were crying.

Thor's throat bobbed, but no sound came out.

The deal was done, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

Loki.

He turned around and looked at his younger brother, his gaze so complex that even he himself couldn't decipher it.

"You... stay here and... work well."

"Wait for me, I'll be back to pick you up soon."

When he said the word "work," it sounded like he was chewing on broken teeth.

Loki twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing a stiff smile.

"Don't worry, brother."

"I'm doing great here. Meals and accommodation are provided, the job is stable, and my colleagues are all very friendly."

As he spoke, he glanced at the courtyard gate out of the corner of his eye.

The man in the golden armor, named Aiolia, stood with his arms crossed, coldly watching them.

Seemingly noticing Loki's gaze, Aiolia slightly raised his chin at him, his eyes conveying a clear message: You're smart to know what's good for you.

The two brothers were speechless for a moment.

Li Zhenguo, standing to the side, watched this dramatic scene of "brothers in the divine realm being separated by life and death," and felt that his worldview had been repeatedly crushed and forcibly pieced back together today.

All he wants now is to get rid of this Thor as soon as possible.

Every second this man stays here, his cardiovascular system takes on more stress.

"Um... Your Excellency Sol, now that the matter is resolved, shall I arrange a car to take you?" Li Zhenguo tentatively asked, his tone extremely humble.

"No."

One voice rejected his proposal.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Thor who spoke, but Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stroked his chin and walked around Thor once, his eyes scrutinizing what seemed like a product that wasn't quite perfect.

"I feel a bit cheated to just let him go like that."

Lin Fan muttered to himself.

Thor's heart skipped a beat, and all his muscles tensed instantly.

What...what else do you want to do?!

The deal was agreed upon! You want to back out?!

Li Zhenguo's scalp tingled. Looking at Lin Fan, his lips trembled, and he cried out in his heart: "My dear Lin, please, stop messing around! My heart is about to give out!"

"Look."

Lin Fan pointed at Thor, like a shrewd accountant, and began to calculate the accounts for Li Zhenguo and Loki.

"His father sent over some things, and it said three days from now. Does that mean he'll be eating, drinking, and staying here for free for those three days?"

"My courtyard is small, and I don't keep idle gods here."

Thor's face turned green upon hearing this.

Free food and drinks? Who said I was going to stay here? I wish I could fly back to Asgard right now!

"Mr. Lin, what do you mean...?" Li Zhenguo asked cautiously.

"It's very simple."

Lin Fan clapped his hands, his smile bright and innocent.

"He's got nothing better to do anyway. His younger brother is sweeping the floor, and as the older brother, he can't just stand by and watch, can he?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the corner of the yard.

There was a pile of old beams and wooden pillars that had been dismantled during the expansion of the yard.

"See that pile of wood?"

Lin Fan turned to Thor and said kindly.

"Winter is coming soon, and I'm still short of firewood for the winter."

"Don't leave for the next three days. Stay here and help me chop that pile of wood into firewood."

"Consider it... an advance payment for your brother's food expenses for the next few days."

After saying that, he pulled out a rusty axe from some corner and shoved it into Thor's other hand without saying a word.

"Here, all the tools are ready for you."

"Keep up the good work, young man, I believe in you."

Sol stood frozen in place.

He lowered his head.

In his left hand is Mjolnir, which flows with sacred electric light and symbolizes thunder and glory.

In his right hand was a broken axe, its handle almost worn smooth and its blade chipped.

He is Odin's son, Thor, the prince of Asgard, and the future king of the gods.

At this moment, he officially began his first job in his long life as a god.

—A temporary lumberjack working in a courtyard house.

Monthly salary: None.

Benefits: Meals provided.