Chapter 2226 The Giant Dog Garm of the Underworld (Ⅱ)

Garm, the watchdog of Hades, grinned wide, and with a quick swipe of his nimble tongue on Joan's palm, he licked away the biscuit, chewed it in his mouth, and made a creaking sound.

A huge wolf like a hill, a small piece of biscuit is not enough to fit between its teeth, but it eats it with such relish, as if it is some kind of delicacy.

Joan couldn't help but recall Fu Xing Yeying's embarrassing expression when he talked about the texture and taste of Hull cake, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Garm squinted at the young mage with one eye, and said angrily, "Why are you laughing? My eating is not refined enough?"

"You are very elegant, honorable Lord Garm, I am just a little curious about how delicious Hull cake is."

Joan told the truth.

"On the way to your place, someone told me that you are the only one in Hades who likes to eat this kind of biscuit. I don't know if he is telling the truth."

"Hmm... well..." The Legendary Giant Wolf suddenly showed a hesitant expression, "It's one of my many advantages that I'm not picky about food. Hull pancakes are not bad."

"In other words, it's not very tasty?" Joan asked tentatively.

"I didn't say that, little one, but I can't stop you from thinking so." The giant wolf blinked slyly.

"If you have other food options that suit your appetite, why do you have to ask passers-by to offer Hull cakes? Is this what Her Majesty the Goddess asked you for?" Joan asked curiously.

"Oh, you raise a good question, little one, and I'd love to chat with you about it."

Garm straightened his upper body and changed to a more comfortable lying position.

"My master, the beautiful and benevolent Lord Hull, often rewards those mortals who have won her favor with small biscuits baked by herself."

"Mrs. Goddess may hope that her subjects and believers will love this kind of snacks, but unfortunately things backfire. Except for me, who is not picky eaters, other people's stomachs are too fragile, and they can't digest Hull cakes at all. You can come out as you go in... you You know what I mean?"

Joan smiled and nodded.

"Everyone doesn't eat Hull pie, and they don't dare to lose the reward from the goddess. This matter is very difficult."

"Later, I don't know which genius came up with a brilliant idea to use Hull pie as a currency with a higher face value than silver and gold. After all, this thing incorporates a trace of the power of a true god, which is neither easy to destroy nor imitate, and The output is extremely limited, and it is more valuable than gold and silver, and it can be called the most perfect currency, so people in the Underworld rushed to follow suit, and Hull cakes have since become "Hull coins" and quickly circulated."

"Hull cakes are becoming more and more popular. When people serve Her Lady Goddess, they even take the initiative to ask for Hull cakes instead of gold and silver as payment."

"Our goddess is very happy to see that people like the little snacks she made with her own hands. She always generously fulfills people's requests."

"Over time, more and more Hull cakes circulated in Hades. This thing will not wear out, and it is not used for casting utensils and jewelry like gold and silver. If it is only used as currency, the more it circulates, the more it will depreciate. , if things go on like this, no one will accept it.”

"Think about it, little one, how sad it would be for the Goddess to learn that people don't like her biscuits anymore..." Garm sighed.

"I understand." Joan suddenly realized, "In order to avoid depreciation caused by the continuous growth of the number of Hull cakes, there must be a channel to recycle and destroy Hull cakes, and this task is undertaken by you, Mr. Garm. It’s really hard work.”

The legendary giant wolf nodded with a smile.

"Little guy, you are very smart, no wonder the goddess chose you to come to Blizzard Palace to have an audience."

"Hey? According to that, why did the Goddess choose me?" Clark scratched his head, "Compared to Brother Joan, I'm so unintelligent!"

Garm gave the frost giant a sideways look, and said with a half-smile, "Smart has its benefits, and being stupid has its benefits."

"What's the good of being stupid?" Clark was puzzled.

The legendary giant wolf rolled his eyes: "You are so stupid, you don't understand even if you tell me."

The frost giant was deeply shocked, and retreated dejectedly.

"We had a nice chat, little ones, but you've got to get on your way."

Garm turned his head to look at the city gate, and chanted the spell in the ancient giant language. Then, the heavy door made of shadow steel opened by itself, and a wide avenue leading directly to the "Blizzard Palace" was displayed in front of Joan and the others.

Joan bid farewell to Garm, and was about to follow his companions into the gate of the castle when the giant wolf's call suddenly came from behind him.

"Wait a moment!"

"Master Garm, is there anything else you need?" Joan turned back and asked.

The legendary giant wolf raised its front paw and pointed at Sharon.

"I haven't seen my descendants for tens of thousands of years. Let that little one come over. I'm in a good mood today. I'll give her a small gift as a souvenir."

Joan turned to look at the ice wolf.

Sharon hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Garm, looking up at the ancient ancestor, with tension and awe intertwined in her eyes.

The legendary giant wolf lowered its huge head, stuck out its tongue, and licked Sharon's forehead.

The icefield spirit wolf shook his head with a pained expression, as if he was enduring a severe headache.

"Sister Sharon, it's okay!" Hilde rushed over quickly, his face full of concern.

"Don't make noise!"

Garm's displeased reprimand echoed in the air like thunder, which frightened the female knight to stop.

At this moment, Sharon raised her head, a sarcoma the size of an adult's fist suddenly bulged between her brows.

Under the watchful eyes of Joan, Clark, Gaina, and Hilde, the sarcoma suddenly exploded with a "bang", and blood spattered!

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Allusions: Eliudnir

(Norse mythology)

Eleudenir means "storm raging" in Old Norse, and in the "Prose Edda" is the residence of Hel, Queen of the Underworld.

Hull's favorite food is "hunger", and her knife is "glutton".

Her manservant, Ganglati, and her maid, Ganglot, moved so slowly that no one could tell in which direction they were moving. Her bedroom is called Destruction, her bed is called Sorrow, and the curtains are called Fire.

Hull has many rooms for daily visitors from the underworld; she not only receives all murderers and unjust dead, but also the ghosts of those unfortunate enough to die without bloodshed.

All the ghosts of old age and sickness also go to Hull; the so-called "grass death" refers especially to those who die in bed in an ordinary way.

The ghosts of the war dead will go to the Hall of Valhalla "Valhalla".