Saint Seiya Evil Skull

"That's fantastic! So, the venerable Queen has agreed to an alliance with our Sanctuary?" Deathmask exclaimed with joy, unable to contain his excitement. Before arriving here, Deathmask had anticipated the arduous task of convincing the Asgardians, and had even prepared himself for numerous persuasive efforts and numerous obstacles. However, he had never anticipated how smoothly this alliance would go; it was truly beyond his wildest dreams.

Queen Hilda nodded slightly in affirmation, "Indeed, our Asgard has decided to ally with the Sanctuary because this decision serves our mutual interests and is driven by necessity. Recently, the Underworld and the Sea have been making frequent small moves, and all signs indicate they are meticulously preparing for the earth-shattering war to come."

Since they appear so eager to start a war, we at Asgard cannot sit idly by. Being forced into battle is our only solution. Therefore, cooperating with your Sanctuary is truly the wisest and only option for us at this moment."

Then, they discussed the specific matters after the alliance...

"Now that the general direction has been determined, it's getting late. You have come all the way from the distant Holy Land at great pains. You should take a rest first. As for the specific details of the alliance, we will leave it to our Prince Albelisi to discuss further with you. I have important matters to attend to, so I'll say goodbye now." After saying this, Hilda stood up gracefully and turned to leave.

"Farewell, Her Majesty the Queen!" Seeing this, Deathmask hurriedly bowed respectfully.

After Hilda walked away, Alberich smiled and said to Deathmask, "In that case, I will take you to the guesthouse in Asgard to rest for a while, and then I will hold a banquet to welcome you in the evening." After that, he walked forward, and Deathmask followed closely behind him.

With Hilda's figure gone from sight, Alberich and Deathmask were the only ones left at the scene. Without anyone else present, Deathmask felt a lot more relaxed.

As they walked, Deathmask asked curiously, "By the way, how did you become the prince of Asgard?"

Albelisi smiled nonchalantly and replied, "It's not important. You should know that our Albelisi family has been a prestigious and prestigious family in Asgard since ancient times. It's only natural that he should be granted the title of prince. Let's go, let's have a few drinks later. We can talk about anything over the wine."

"How could negotiations be so casual?" Deathmask pondered. Perhaps because of the unique heritage of Asgard, he hadn't shown much concern about Alberich becoming a prince. However, when he heard that the other party planned to negotiate over a banquet, he couldn't help but look puzzled and asked, "Is this really a casual decision?"

Albelis waved his hand nonchalantly and replied, "Yes, it's that casual. Don't forget, I have the authority granted by the Queen herself, just like you have been authorized by Goddess Athena! And before you came, we had already conducted in-depth discussions internally about forming an alliance with the Sanctuary.

I won't bore you with the specific details. In short, our alliance is undoubtedly in our mutual interests. Simply put, we will contain the Underworld, while you will deal with the enemies in the sea. In a one-on-one situation, the ultimate winner will depend on the strength of each party. "With that, Albelisi took a sip from his glass, appearing remarkably calm and composed.

Deathmask nodded slightly in agreement. "Yes, that's absolutely right. Now it all depends on which of us four will have the last laugh."

Arubelisi sighed softly and said with emotion, "Yes! The most important thing right now is to unite and fight against the foreign enemies. As for how things will develop in the future... whether there will still be a future, that's really hard to say!"

After that, Albelisi smiled and led Deathmask slowly forward, their figures gradually disappearing at the end of the street. Soon, the two arrived in front of a somewhat quaint building—this was the guesthouse for Asgard's guests.

You should know that in this vast land, there are no so-called hotels or guesthouses. The reason is simple: there aren't many outsiders here, so there's no need for such commercial facilities to meet market demand. For those who come to work, the local government usually arranges dormitories for them to live in.

However, this guesthouse had a different purpose. It was primarily intended to entertain distinguished guests from afar, like Deathmask. In fact, the number of guests who had actually been entertained since its construction was very small. After all, how many people would be willing to make the long journey to the icy and freezing temperatures of Asgard? The original purpose of building this guesthouse was simply to provide a precautionary measure.

Walking into the guesthouse, you can see that the guest rooms all adopt a standard one-bedroom and one-living room layout. The inner room is a warm and comfortable bedroom, which is also equipped with a small but fully functional bathroom.

As for the outer room, there's a spacious and bright living room. It's furnished with a set of plush sofas, with an exquisite glass coffee table nestled between them. Along the walls are a wine cabinet, refrigerator, and other furniture and appliances. Furthermore, a large-screen TV hangs on the wall, and a stylish coffee machine sits quietly beside it, ready to brew a cup of rich, delicious coffee.

Inside the guesthouse, Arubelisi, smiling, instructed his staff to bring a sumptuous meal to the spacious living room. Soon, a table of delicious food was laid out, emitting an alluring aroma.

Once everything was ready, the two sat opposite each other and, without a word, began to drink heartily. Deathmask was the first to break the silence, eagerly asking Albelici about his experiences in the underworld. Albelici pondered for a moment, then picked out some insignificant anecdotes to tell Deathmask, occasionally embellishing them, causing Deathmask to alternately marvel at them and burst into laughter.

After hearing all the strange stories about the underworld, Deathmask curiously inquired about how Albelici had managed to escape the gloomy and terrifying underworld. Naturally, Albelici wouldn't reveal the whole story, simply recounting some cleverly disguised experiences that left Deathmask bewildered, yet he didn't want to delve into the details.

At the same time, Alberich also paid attention to the current situation of the Sanctuary, especially to whether the Saints he had fought against had changed. He was also quite interested in the recent situation of Deathmask himself, asking a series of questions, trying to understand the latest developments of his former rival.

However, the alliance, which was supposed to be the focus of their discussion, had been forgotten by both of them. They were immersed in their conversation, and the topic ran wild like a wild horse, discussing everything.

Time slipped by unnoticed. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Deathmask asked casually, seemingly nonchalantly, "I heard there's a guy named Jegufried among you God Warriors. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Albelis, who was drinking, felt his heart sink, and he nearly dropped his glass. However, he quickly regained his composure and replied, "That's right! Wasn't he one of the representatives from Asgard at the dinner hosted by Julian, the heir to the shipping magnate?"