Asgard, a luxurious castle.
At this moment, Bern arrived here. In front of him, a tall elder was clearing the weeds outside the castle.
Bern stood there quietly without speaking, waiting for the other person's response.
After the elder finished cleaning, he turned and walked towards a chair outside the castle, quietly sitting down.
He lifted his head, his eyes slightly closed, and the chair rocked silently.
A moment later, the elder opened his eyes and gazed at the magnificent sky of Asgard.
"The foundation built over hundreds of years cannot be handed over to others so easily," the elder said in a low voice, but it carried a certain power: "Do not tell your father about this matter for now; we will handle it ourselves."
"Understood." Bern nodded. He usually stayed close to the elder; their views were largely similar, and indeed, the elder supported him.
They had carved out a territory in Asgard; an old acquaintance came by—what did they want to do?
