Warlord

The long black RV drove slowly through the city. On this night, the Asgard was bustling with noise and excitement. Almost all the electricity was supplied to the huge mountainous city, making the outside walls of every tall building shine with a variety of lights. This would never have happened under normal circumstances, even if Asgard had a few large power stations, he wouldn’t be able to supply the city with electricity continuously throughout the day. Thus, in normal times, at night, the city would conduct regional peak electricity, and the outer regions would even stop supplying any electricity.

Only tonight was special.

Zero sat in the van. Opposite him sat an old man in a black suit. The old man was a master who was specially invited by Valkyrie to conduct temporary etiquette training. He was born into a noble family and had inherited a complete set of etiquette from the old era. He was lecturing Dummy on how to behave at a party, from the distance of conversation to the handshake when he left, from the different etiquette of men and women to the details of what to do with dinner.

In order to remember these things, nearly half the neural memory centers were open to record the Old Man’s words, and he himself was staring absently at the world outside the car.

The main road of the Asgard could only be described as crowded with cars. These cars all had different designs on them, and each pattern represented a certain clan in Asgard’s upper class society. But from what Zero knew, there were only three families that could truly be considered Wealthy in Asgard.

They were the Herben’s family, the Black Rose Family and the Planning family. Whether it was the politics or the shopping mall, the Three Wealthy Classes occupied an important position within the Asgard. Even the Twelve Sovereigns’ Halls could not ignore their voices. And on this path, they wouldn’t be able to see Three Wealthy Classes at all, because they possessed a special road.

The road that was dedicated to them had made them different from the ordinary nobles. It had also widened the gap between the ordinary nobles and the real Wealthy Classes.

This sort of knowledge was something that Zero had just learned. It originated from the mouth of a master of etiquette. Not only was the old geezer familiar with the social etiquette of the old era, he was also extremely familiar with the political power of the Asgard. Of course, he was not able to give Zero a complete set of lessons, but a general explanation was still possible. Among them, he was able to pay attention to the people in the Three Wealthy Classes, and tell him all the characteristics, habits, and so on and on.

Just then, a “peng” sound came from outside the carriage, followed by a myriad of lights exploding in the sky above Asgard. That was a firework, but it was not made from gunpowder. It was an energy flame released by someone with the power of the Elemental Su.