Although this was their second time coming to Alfheim, the exploration team still could not stop marveling at this Realm of Light.
Harry clapped his hands and said, "Alright, everyone, let's get to work. Who knows, maybe we can develop tourism here in the future."
Everyone chuckled and began operating the instruments and construction robots.
However, this was just a joke; Harry did not intend to carry out large-scale development here.
Because this place was truly beautiful; if they were to rashly open this place up, all six billion-plus people on Earth would probably be desperate to escape here.
It might sound a bit strange, but Harry really could not bear to break the peace and tranquility here; at most, he would open an Osborn branch here and would not engage in mass immigration.
Harry patted a robot nearby and said, "Of course, even if we do carry out small-scale development, it will only be open to Osborn employees. Peter, what do you think of this place?"
"It's beautiful. These plants look very old; they might be thousands—or even tens of thousands—of years old."
Peter immediately began stroking a nearby tree. This behavior was strictly prohibited in the Osborn exploration team, but since Peter's Spider-Sense did not raise any alarms, he could certainly touch it to see.
However, Harry still had to remind Peter:
"Ahem, I have to say that this action of yours does not comply with the exploration manual's regulations."
Peter hurriedly withdrew his hand: "Sorry, I forgot—I mean, I could not help myself, and I feel like these trees seem to be... radiating goodwill?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Peter and Harry both looked towards a huge tree, sensing that there was something there.
The two exchanged a glance, and Harry gestured for Peter to stand behind him while he went over to see what was going on.
Before he had even taken two steps, a glowing creature poked its head out from behind the tree—it was a Light Elf.
Although this creature looked similar to a human, it was much smaller, with a pair of small, transparent wings on its back. Its entire body was shrouded in a faint radiance, and it was draped in shimmering clothing.
This little creature was full of curiosity about humans, and there was not a trace of fear in its eyes—perhaps because humans and Asgardians looked very similar.
"Hello there, little one. We are humans from Midgard, and we mean no harm." Harry greeted it in a friendly manner.
As everyone knows, in this World, when you do not know what language Aliens use, using English is the right choice.
Although Aliens generally have their own languages, most of them understand modern English.
"You are humans? How is that possible? We are so, so far apart. How did you get here?" Seeing that Harry meant no harm, the Light Elf began to circle around him.
"We used some scientific technology—it's like a kind of magic. With the help of the World Tree, we came here. This place is very beautiful."
Although Light Elves live for a very long time, they have been least affected by war, are most beloved by the gods, live wealthy and relaxed lives, and have relatively simple and kind natures; straightforward praise is very effective.
Of course, you have to hit the right notes when praising them.
Peter added from the side: "Yes. Are you the one taking care of these plants? They really look great. How old are they?"
"Let me think." The elf poked its chin and thought for a moment. "About 8,000 years or so, not too old."
The three's conversation drew the attention of the exploration team, and they gathered around according to their predetermined plan.
A staff member took a jar of honey out of their bag—although Light Elves surely had better things, they would likely be interested in these novelties.
For this contact, Osborn had put a lot of effort into preparation, and this honey was purely wild.
No one knew if Light Elves might have an allergic reaction to farmed honey—with Aliens, you never can tell.
Sure enough, the little elf immediately crowded around and began to sniff the honey.
"Is this honey from where you live? It has a unique scent. Can I have a taste?"
Harry nodded: "Of course. Actually, we have prepared many similar things—my name is Harry Osborn, and this is Peter Parker. What is your name?"
The elf reached into the jar, "You can call me Undine. This stuff is really good, can I have some more?"
"If you like it, just keep it. It was meant as a gift for you anyway."
"Really? You are so generous. What did you come here for?" Undine hugged the jar; although she was small in size, her strength seemed disproportionate to her size.
Harry replied: "We are very interested in Alfheim and hope to open a research center here—Thor also knows about this, we mean no harm."
"Thor? The God of Thunder? I did not expect you to be his friends. However, I cannot make the decision about building a research center here; only the Queen can decide on this matter."
"Of course, we will wait for the Queen's approval. Before that, please allow us to set up a temporary camp here. This place is just too beautiful."
Harry did not forget to keep buttering up Undine; first impressions are very important.
It seems that spending a lot of money to hire a group of experts was very useful; Undine did not show any disgust towards humans, and even those uninspired robots did not scare her—curiosity outweighed caution.
Undine had been responsible for taking care of the plants here. Under her guidance, Harry and Peter roughly familiarized themselves with the surrounding environment, and then she flapped her wings and flew away.
Most of the creatures here were small herbivores, with Water sources and food; in short, it was very suitable for establishing an exploration camp.
There was a lot of preliminary work required to establish the camp. The first task was to adjust the circuitry and communication of the labor robots, followed by geological exploration, surveying, experimenting with local materials, and so on—
In short, there was a lot of busy work. As the boss, Harry also participated in the work, personally adjusting the labor robots.
Peter participated in various material experiments, a field he was quite familiar with, and among the materials brought by Osborn was his Web Fluid.
Seeing large cans of Web Fluid solution, Peter felt a bit complicated.
Harry was debugging a robot and felt someone watching him. He turned around and saw Peter: "What's wrong? This stuff is very suitable for construction, especially as a concrete interface agent—this is an improved Web Fluid that won't decompose after two hours."
In fact, this stuff had long been promoted internally by Harry—not just for civilian use, but Frank and his team's armor also had Web Fluid solutions, because after all, grappling hooks were not as convenient or easy to use as Web Fluid.
Peter shook his head; his equipment as a superhero being used by Harry for engineering research made him feel like his coolness factor had plummeted instantly.
But Harry's point was valid; this stuff was just too useful for construction.
Looking again at these people who were humming while exploring a new World, he suddenly thought: This isn't bad either.
No supervillains, no "Aliens are invading Earth again," and his Web Fluid was not just for catching bad guys, but as an invention to advance social development.
He smiled, thinking that once things stabilized here, he must bring Gwen here once.
This place is truly too beautiful.
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