Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

The guard snorted coldly, collected his thoughts, and continued to check the next person to enter.

He glanced around and suddenly saw a group of figures gathered behind him, chatting and laughing with a young man.

At a glance, he could see that there were quite a few family members among the surrounded figures. Although he couldn't tell in his soul state, as a guard, he could see through their "anonymous" appearance. Their luxurious clothes clearly indicated that they were all of high status.

These young men, who usually seemed unapproachable, were now all showing goodwill towards the young man, even offering him their seats in front of them.

But the young man was actually just a raggedly dressed dwarf.

This surprised the guards, but after watching for a while, they quickly realized that the dwarf actually possessed a lot of extraordinary information.

He seemed to know everything about astronomy and geography, which made his children subconsciously think that he was some kind of important figure.

This is a tactic that can only be used in "anonymous" mode, but it won't work against the guards.

The dwarf knew this, so when it was his turn, he was very respectful and offered a heavy cloth bag.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I don't need you to be too accommodating, brother. I just hope you will act impartially," the dwarf said.

Upon hearing this, the guard's face darkened. He opened the bag in front of the other man and only relaxed his brow after confirming that it really contained a bunch of high-value items.

"Yes, you're good. Go in."

The guard put away the cloth bag, feeling a sense of relief, thinking to himself that the black coal ball was indeed an exception.

He had been on duty for a while and checked more than a dozen people. Just as he was about to change shifts, he suddenly stopped.

Because he saw a strange figure.

It's hard to even call it a figure; although it has a human form, it's as unstable as a chaotic mass.

Cold light, overlapping shadows, lightning, sparks... wisps of energy in various forms "hang" on it, making one wonder if they're seeing things.

"It's my turn. What do you want to ask?" the other person asked.

Perhaps due to too many elements, even the sound that came out was like chaos, ethereal and uncertain.

The guard's pupils froze as he scrutinized the man, but he couldn't see through the "outer garment" to discern his true appearance.

He refused to believe in evil, and focused his divine power even more intently, even activating a "decomposition" rune. All the weaker energies seemed to be constantly disassembled in his eyes like puzzle pieces.

But it was still no use; there was nothing inside. This led the guards to immediately conclude that the original body was very weak, which was why it had been dismantled and moved to another location along with the body.

"However, that's impossible. Without a rich foundation, one wouldn't possess so many different runic energies."

"It's not even an individual, but a rather powerful force."

"It would be impolite to delve any deeper, and it might even offend the other party."

The guard hesitated. Although he also had other abilities and his duty required him to continue the investigation, he chose to give up and not investigate further for his own safety.

"I want to get in quickly." The chaotic figure took out a cloth bag and spoke briefly.

He has a style that shows he understands the rules.

Upon seeing this, the guards were surprised that the other party, despite having such a powerful background, still adhered to the unspoken rules, and immediately showed delight.

He took the bag and instinctively wanted to open it to check the goods, but feeling the uneasy gaze, he dared not be too impolite and stopped abruptly.

After asking just a couple of symbolic questions, the guards let them through.

"After all, cases like the black coal ball are only isolated incidents. Someone with such a background wouldn't be given substandard products."

The guard thought to himself, "Put the bag away."

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"I never thought I'd fall for the same trick twice."

Stepping into the market, amidst the chaos, Neil's expression was strange, and he murmured to himself.

He hadn't expected that the same guard would be checking him, and that he would be able to get away with it using the same method.

Of course, he knew it couldn't be that the other party was stupid. In fact, after being fooled once, they would be more vigilant, and the same method would generally not work.

They even have to bear the risk of being discovered.

But the disguise was more effective than he had imagined; he could sense that he had evaded the other party's first round of checks.

Since his "soul split" was originally made from "split" runes, it was very weak, so he was able to cheat his way through the second stage.

He had seen these methods many times before, and although there were more later, the guards dared not use them anymore.

With Neil's "goodwill," the other party was completely fooled, even more easily than the first time.

"The fact that we were no longer mistaken for black coal lumps proves the method is effective, and it's even more useful."

"We should be able to find quite a bit of intelligence this time."

Neil pondered for a moment, then began to wander through the market.

The sky above this space is a hazy night, with the aurora borealis spreading out like silk, and snowflakes falling from time to time. On both sides of the long street are Gothic-style spiked stone towers.

Unlike the previous God Market, this place has a different kind of magnificent scenery. Neil had been here once before, but he was too busy to stop and take a look.

But this time was different. He only took a few steps, and didn't even need to stop anywhere, when a swarm of people rushed up to him, each one extremely enthusiastic, making all sorts of sales pitches.

"My esteemed guest, this 'Lament of the Rivers' is a weapon forged from the bones and blood of the dragon race, and the price is very reasonable!"

"I obtained this ice crystal from the Frost Giants. It seems to be related to Ymir. If you participate in the naval war, you absolutely must take it with you!"

"This rune..."

As Neil passed through these figures, his expression was somewhat strange beneath the chaotic disguise. He couldn't help but click his tongue, gaining a deeper understanding of these guys.

Although their specific appearances cannot be seen, they must all be of considerable background, or even powerful god-level beings themselves, otherwise they would not have been able to obtain management rights during the war and be able to stay in the market for a long time.

When he first appeared in public without makeup, they all ignored him, making him feel unworthy of their attention.

But once they put on the vest, all those noble appearances were shed one by one, and their "licking" became even more shameless than he had imagined, which he found hard to get used to.

"But it is precisely because of this that I have finally confirmed that the Parker family will be arriving at the Ice Sea in about three months."

Neil took a deep breath, his expression somewhat serious.

After all, this family has a significant background and great strength. Although it has never produced a chief god, at least three high-ranking gods have guarded the family in each period, which gives them a high status among the Aesir gods.

It is said that they inherit Willie's bloodline, though not a strong one, which is why they can continuously produce powerful individuals.

Willy is the son of Bour, the grandson of Buri, and the brother of Odin.

Simply put, they are distant relatives of the great god Odin. Even the revered Valkyries are not as close to this family in terms of blood ties.