It's not because of the temperature change, but because this name was spoken by the person in front, Frigga felt an inexplicable fear, as if staring at a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
It's a feeling that's hard to describe, as if the person in front of her embodies fear itself.
"So, Deathstroke, what exactly have you come to Asgard for?"
Frigga composed herself, masking a momentary distraction, as she posed the question. Even Gullveig next to her showed a curious expression.
It seems the two sisters have forgiven each other in a short time, and the Vanir Race's invasion should be covered up through their cooperation.
"Did I not mention it?" Su Ming glanced at Gin, who was eating wildly with Brynhild: "I hadn't intended to come to Asgard, but you took my person, I'm just here to take her back."
"Just for this?" Frigga pressed further, finding it hard to understand.
Su Ming puffed smoke onto the floor as he calmly replied, "Of course, I seek nothing else, neither the wealth of the Immortal Palace nor the treasures in the vault."
Frigga could hardly believe it, just for one person?
The Immortal Palace was thrown into chaos, fires of war spread across the Nine Realms, the losses enough to make Odin weep blood, the answer surely couldn't be that simple.
But Su Ming wouldn't say, and with her limited experience behind the deep palace walls, she couldn't guess the true purpose of the other party, only knowing that the other party is an Earthling, capable of transformation, and very bold.
That's all there is, Frigga's understanding of Deathstroke. His every action seems shrouded in the Deep Sea, not clear.
She indeed knew earlier that this Odin was fake, but she didn't dare awaken the real Odin because the matter not only involved Gullveig, but she constantly felt the threat of death.
If she even dared to think of tattling, Deathstroke would kill her instantly.
"You mean her? A girl?"
"Ah, yes, she is called Misty here, once a Valkyrie."
"She's very lucky, hard to imagine a Midgard Person daring to enter the Immortal Palace alone and causing such havoc."
Frigga sighed, glancing somewhat enviously in Gin's direction.
"Then, Your Majesty the Queen, why haven't you exposed me?"
Frigga pressed her lips, smoothing her golden hair by her temples: "The Vanir Race's status should be elevated a bit, becoming one of Asgard's pillars, now it feels about right."
So she always understood, and she knows how to seize opportunities.
"If you want the destruction to stop here, then you must agree to my conditions, return the freedom of Brynhild and Misty, the Immortal Palace must not summon them again."
Su Ming sat on the lowest step of the Imperial Steps, tapping the decorative statue with his hand; this strange creature looked like a bear yet also like a Lion, standing below the Imperial Steps.
Frigga first nodded, then shook her head: "I would like to agree with you, but this is my husband's kingdom, not mine."
Su Ming showed a face of sudden realization: "Got it, adding more conditions? Rest assured, Gaia and Qitong won't live much longer."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Frigga showed a puzzled expression, glancing at Gullveig.
The Queen of Warnerheim lowered her head, picking at her cheek with her finger.
Su Ming returned to the topic, regardless of whether Frigga truly didn't understand or was pretending to not understand, it was not important.
"In any case, you just need to agree. Odin himself doesn't need Valkyries, right?"
Frigga nodded affirmatively: "Alright, I can agree with you, I can instruct Heimdall to ignore them in the future."
Su Ming stuffed the cigarette butt into the statue's mouth, making it look like a giant Garfield smoking.
"Good, a pleasant cooperation, so, Queen Gullveig, would you like to discuss the development plan of Warnerheim with me?"
"Now is not the time, first find a way to stop the Demon Army and the fleet in the sky." Gullveig sighed, this person didn't seem even a little anxious.
Su Ming walked back up the Imperial Steps again, turning into Odin once more, holding the Eternal Spear.
"The Demons responded to someone's summoning and came, the Destruction Maidens are the items of the trade, do you know who can find the Destruction Maidens? The contract was signed between Mephisto and this person."
As long as they can kill this person, Mephisto can unilaterally tear up the agreement and not fulfill the promise, while still benefiting from the contract.
Even if they didn't seize the treasures in the vault, at least they'd make Mephisto think he hasn't lost, thereby considering a withdrawal when the time is right.
"The Destruction Maidens... I haven't seen them for tens of thousands of years, are they still alive?"
Frigga sought confirmation from Gullveig, and her sister nodded seriously, those man-eating women were fighting with Flaming Giant Beasts on the battlefield, proving their identity by both their capability and appearance.
"Yes, sister, the Demon Army is led by thirteen Destruction Maidens."
"But aside from King Bower, no one should know where they are, let alone use them to trade with Mephisto." Frigga frowned, feeling the situation becoming more convoluted.
A breeze blew through the hall, the queen carried a faint floral scent, and in the distance Gin and her group became aware of the two's arrival.
Brynhild wanted to stand and salute, but Gin pulled her back, pushing a wine glass into her hand.
Frigga and Gullveig couldn't cope with the current situation, her boss now occupied the advantage, there was no need to fear the Mother of Gods.
The queen and the queen didn't notice the two Valkyries' reactions, they were in deep thought, but no matter how they pondered, they couldn't figure out who else might know the location of the Destruction Maidens.
Other than perhaps Odin himself.
But Odin wouldn't trade with Mephisto, using the Destruction Maidens to attack his own kingdom, that didn't make sense.
The Destruction Maidens bore King Bower's curse, but also gained additional power; their blood was anti-divine race, you could say any one of them could be a biological weapon against the Divine Race.
Their touch would drain the divine races' strength, and any they bit would turn into Ghouls.
"Does Hel know?" Su Ming inquired, if anyone had the motive, there might indeed be such a person.
Death and Ghouls fit quite well, and Hel's relationship with Mephisto isn't bad either.
"No, she doesn't know. When the Destruction Maidens were exiled, Hel hadn't been born yet, those in the know would have to be older than both me and Gullveig."
Frigga dismissed the guess, Hel might have the motive but lacked the age to be privy to everything.
Su Ming rubbed his chin, if viewed by age and rank, there indeed was such a person...
So high in status, even surpassing Odin in earlier years. After Bor's death, the throne was not directly passed to Odin, there was another Father of Gods before him.
If not for his inexplicable death, Odin wouldn't have taken the throne.
But since Asgard even sealed off news of Hel now, knowledge of the existence of that person would be even scarcer...
And if the most hidden opponent were him, Su Ming would have to think carefully.