#1061 - King Harald

"This is the palace?"

Archaon looked at the stone building in front of him and said, although they were at the top of the giant tree Adam, a place where even the clouds were under their feet, it should be a very sacred and solemn place, but the dilapidated building in front of them was really not worthy of everything around it.

"Yes, this is the palace of the giants, where King Harald lives. What do you think? Isn't it not as luxurious as you imagined?"

Jabba naturally guessed what Archaon was thinking and said.

"Luxury doesn't mean much to the giants. I just don't understand why these traces haven't been repaired for so long? Didn't they say the battle took place a few years ago?"

Archaon asked as he looked at the broken city gate and the collapsed stone pillars. He could clearly see that all these traces were left by the battle between the giants. After all, he was also a giant, and the mess after the fight was no different from here. If the weapons were included, it might even be worse.

"I don't know. King Harald forbade any repairs. I don't know what he was thinking. He didn't even repair the gate. He just left it here."

Jabba said, shaking his head.

"But to be able to leave such a mark, it seems that King Harald is really strong. Oh, and there is also the prince named Loki."

Archaon said as he looked closely at the marks.

"Yes, Loki is as powerful as a monster, but unfortunately, King Harald is also like a monster. Plus, we happened to be nearby that night, so Loki's plot did not succeed. But this also indirectly reflects how powerful Loki is. Under the siege of so many of us, he was still able to seriously injure King Harald. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a monster. Okay, stop standing at the door, let's go inside. King Harald should be sitting on the throne again. The last battle seems to have hurt this guy's spirit. He just sits on his throne in a daze every day."

"Maybe. But before that, let me tell you something. Don't ask about King Harald's head after you go in. That is his taboo. Although everyone knows that he has the blood of the ancient giants, which resulted in him having the ancient giants' horns on his head when he was born, in order to prevent the giants from recalling the memories of the ancient war years, he cut off his horns. This is an honor but also a wound. It is best not to ask anything about this. Do you understand?"

Before entering the door, Jabba, who was sitting on Archaon's shoulder, reminded softly.

"Don't worry, I understand. Everyone has things they don't want others to know, including me."

As Archaon spoke, he gently tapped his mask with his finger and said that although his face had been healed long ago, the phantom pain still existed. It might only be completely healed when the Celestial Dragons completely disappeared.

"Well, it's great that you know. Okay, let's go. There aren't so many twists and turns here. Just go in."

Jabba pointed forward and Archaon set off in the direction of his finger. He walked through the front door and the hall. Looking at the decoration style around him, Archaon could see how lively this place used to be. Apart from anything else, the huge long table was even bigger than the table in the aunt's house. It must have been very lively here in the past.

"Is this King Harald?"

Archaon asked, noticing the picture on the fireplace.

"Ah, it's him."

"Who is it?"

Jabba had just nodded in response when a voice like muffled thunder sounded. Archaon quickly turned around to look, and saw a giant taller than himself walking towards him. There were scars on his face, and many deformed places on his armor. His appearance was almost the same as the photo on the fireplace. The reason why I said "almost" was that the man in front of him looked weaker, with obvious discomfort on his face. He was also thinner and had more scars. Most importantly, the place where his left hand should have been was empty. There was nothing there.

"Who are you?"

King Harald looked at Archaon and said that in his impression, there was no trace of Archaon, and the armor on the other party was obviously not of the style of Erubaf, and the same was true of the pair of strange axes.

"Hey! Wake up, King Harald, it's me, Jabba, hahahahahaha!"

Jabba looked at King Harald who suddenly appeared, and said with a smile, as if he didn't see the confusion on the other's face.

"Hahaha, it's Mr. Shan, what are you doing here? And who is this guy?"

King Harald smiled at Jabba, but his eyes never left Archaon.

"Hello, King Harald. I am Archaon, a giant who has been stranded abroad. However, my current identity is one of the Twelve Hours of the Beasts Pirates, and I am also a special envoy sent by the Beasts to negotiate."

Archaon said after half-saluting to King Harald.

"The Beasts Pirates? Haha! I remember now. I remember that little girl named Korra was in your pirate group? That stubborn little girl, how are they now?"

King Harald seemed not to have heard the word "negotiation" and directly asked about the situation of Cora and others?

"She is fine. She brought me back this time, but the others did not come back with her. King Harald, can you find a place for me? I have something to ask you."

Archaon ignored King Harald's rudeness and continued. He knew that King Harald was testing him. He could tell from what Jabba told him about King Harald's horn before he entered the door that this king was a very meticulous person. The other party asked about Korra just to see her identity.

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"Haha, really? Come to think of it, she is a grown-up girl. She and Mr. Shan's wife were childhood friends. Haha - cough cough cough!"

King Harald wanted to laugh a few more times, but he didn't know what wound was involved, and he immediately bent down and began to cough violently. Archaon hurried forward and supported King Harald. Sure enough, his strength was only apparent. His body was seriously injured. Even after coughing a few times, his breath became much weaker.

"Are you alright, old man? Stop trying so hard and go back to your throne. With your current body, why are you still trying so hard?"

Jabba shook his head helplessly as he looked at King Harald who was coughing painfully. He knew the reason why King Harald did not leave, but in his opinion, there was really no need to hold on. With his body, and living in this high-altitude stone house every day which was not good for recuperation, the fact that his body did not collapse directly was truly the ultimate manifestation of the giants' physical resistance.

"I'm fine. I'm right here. Ahem. Go ahead."

King Harald said after coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"Okay, let's talk about it here. Archaon, help this old guy sit down. Hey, old man, you just keep pretending every day. You haven't changed at all since I first saw you."

Jabba said, shaking his head helplessly.

"That's your personality. It won't change until you die. Okay, kid. I'm sure you have no hostility. But Archaon, I remember it was the mammoth written on the wanted poster, right? What was it called? The Ancient Mammoth, right?"

King Harald sat on a stone bench that was barely intact, waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then spoke to Archaon.

"Yes, I have made some small names for myself over the years."

Archaon nodded and said.

"Ha, this is a big title. My good-for-nothing eldest son is also at sea. His bounty is much less than yours. Well, you didn't bring shame to the giants. Apart from Dongli and Broki, you are another guy who makes me feel satisfied. Okay, tell me, what do you mean by negotiation?"