The three great high-order kings of Olympus and Odin all realized that they seemed to have missed something.
What was their purpose for coming here, after all?
Was it really just for a bout of straightforward fisticuffs?
It seemed they had unwittingly strayed from the main topic.
Especially Zeus, who was already regretting it in his heart.
Damn, he had that Chef's Knife in his hand just a moment ago. If he hadn't joined the fray but continued chopping vegetables instead, perhaps with just a word, his mentor William might have gifted the Chef's Knife to him.
And he had even helped chop vegetables just now. He should have at least gotten a taste of that hot pot meal, but now, he hadn't had a sip of the soup…
The three great high-order kings of Olympus and Odin almost simultaneously stopped fighting.
"Enough!" Odin felt it was about time as well. All things considered, although he took a beating, he didn't suffer any losses.
