Pillar of Yita

Fortunately, he’s not panicking either. After all, it’s not a blank equipment. Once he resurrects, it will return to him via informationization. But what did the great Odin mean by throwing it to him? Was it a reminder of him having no equipment and to be wiser?

Fang Hong felt that the other party wasn’t that boring. Even if he was at full power, how could he be so unwise in front of one of the Ten Kings?

However, when he looked up, he saw Odin raising a finger pointing at the Clockwork Fairy in his hand, then pointing at himself. What did this mean? Luckily, Fang Hong was quite the genius, and immediately understood his intention.

Was the great Odin implying that he should throw this Clockwork Fairy at him?

How hard could that be?

If not for the current situation, Fang Hong might have felt a bit proud, as this was his forte after all. But he had never encountered such a strange request, so for safety’s sake, he couldn’t help but ask: ”Use this to attack you?”

Odin nodded.

Fang Hong was about to make his move, but couldn’t help recalling some shameless behaviors of some Catfolk paladins and added: ”...Wait, you won’t use self-defense as an excuse to beat me up, will you?”

Odin took a deep breath. He’s seen many young people in the guild, but this was the first one so boring.

He answered, word by word: ”If you don’t hurry up, I can beat you up right now.”

If Fang Hong had one greatest advantage, it would be his obedience. Upon hearing this, he quickly shut his mouth and hurled the Clockwork Fairy as hard as he could — out of respect because he was attacking a King of Warriors, he nearly used all his strength.

He watched as the Clockwork Fairy soared in a smooth arc, shooting straight towards Odin. Without a second thought, the King of Warriors raised his hand and caught it with a ’click.’ But without a moment’s pause, he flicked it back at Fang Hong with a backhand, hitting the boy square in the face with a ’smack.’

Fang Hong screamed in agony, tumbling headfirst into the ground.

It took him quite a while to get back up, clutching his head and looking at the other party with a face full of grievance — wasn’t there a promise not to hit him?

Odin managed to hold back his temper with much difficulty, and asked calmly: ”Is that how you normally use a Clockwork Fairy?”

”But, you told me to attack you...”

”Please use the Combat Artisan method.”

Fang Hong suddenly realized, feeling somewhat embarrassed — it was just a habit, a simple habit.

He then rubbed his reddened forehead, picked up the Clockwork Fairy, made some adjustments, and then held it in his hand, raising his head to seriously look at Odin. He then pulled down his wind goggles with one hand, lifted the metal glove on his right hand a little.

The copper sphere unfolded with four wings, buzzed forward with a ’whirr.’

At that moment, Fang Hong suddenly felt an invisible force locking him in place, unable to move. He glanced at the other party in bewilderment, but his mind raced like lightning and quickly realized what was happening — the margin.

The other party was testing his margin skills.

He took a deep breath and issued a command at the last moment.

The Clockwork Fairy flew straight forward, started the closed loop, unlocked the seal, allowed Ether Magic Power to flow into the timer, triggered the alchemy array, injected into the Explosive Crystal, and a series of commands completed in one go.

Fang Hong was already very familiar with these operations.

But wait a moment.

Only at the last moment did Fang Hong realize what he had done, and couldn’t help but stare blankly at his Clockwork Fairy flying towards Odin, opened his mouth — but no sound came out. As Odin reached to catch it, at that moment, a bright light erupted from beneath the small copper sphere shell.

After the explosive flash, the entire woodland trembled.

Then the snow on the pine forest, both far and near, tumbled down in a flurry.

And after that, someone really got a good beating—

By the time Odin tidied up the campsite again, the eastern sky was faintly whitening, the morning in the woods was a bit desolate, especially in winter. The distant and near were a blue hue, soaked with thin mist but almost without any sound.

Fang Hong was sitting next to the campfire with a black and blue face.

And Odin didn’t even glance at him, just used a sharpened twig to prop up and roast a guinea pig over the fire. The wild game in winter had accumulated a thick layer of fat. Once over the flame, the grease sizzled and dripped.

Just a sprinkle of salt, yet it was fragrant.

Fang Hong hadn’t eaten anything since the festival, his stomach already growling. Watching this scene, he couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Odin then lifted his head, looked at him, and couldn’t help shaking his head. Who would have thought that after the battle of Fenris, the hero people had been looking for would be like this? However, thinking it over carefully, he was at ease.

He was merely a boy, after all.

He was silent for a moment before asking: ”Want to eat?”

Fang Hong nodded quickly.

”Then join the guild?”

”No joining.”

”Join the guild and you can eat.”

”Then I won’t eat.”

Odin stared at the guy, but after thinking about it, still tore off half and tossed it over.

Fang Hong quickly picked it up, then looked at him, asking: ”I won’t join the guild.”

”Such a chatterbox.”

Fang Hong felt as if receiving mercy and finally began to dig in with gusto.

He took just one bite, and felt the juice burst out beneath the crisp charred skin— it was roasted no worse than Miss Atira’s— a sense of satisfaction spread in his mouth, not too much, not too little, just perfect.