Since Siff proposed to see him, Evanson certainly had to go there. After all, millions of lords have a common sense, that is, to get help from a person or a force, you must first reduce your reputation to a certain level.

Moreover, Sif lives not far away, just inside this building. This is done for the sake of observation, and for the sake of security and confidentiality, the person of SHIELD will not allow people like her to stay in a hotel outside. If she gets drunk one day and is planning to find someone to fight according to the traditions of her hometown, it may be a large-scale mass incident.

So SHIELD simply found a reception room in their headquarters and transformed it in the Vikings way. Several barrels filled with high-spirited wine, some symbolic cold weapons, and the most special thing is a sauna room that can be steamed at 24 hours a day and can be steamed at any time.

Evanson is now sitting on a sofa with a whole bear skin. To be honest, this is the first time he has sat down with such a high-end product, and the feeling he feels...is... so thrilling.

Damn, the bear hair is so hard that you actually put it on the sofa and bed. You are so pretending not to be afraid of suffering.

Siff sat opposite him, and now she was not wearing the armor, but she was wearing the lining inside, but it did not affect her temperament at all. Judging from her wet hair and slightly flushed skin, she might have just finished steaming the sauna.

This made Evanson feel that he should be a few minutes earlier than his legs and feet, and maybe he could see some things and get out of print achievements.

However, he found that Sif was looking at him straight, which made him feel guilty. Could it be that she knew his thoughts?

"Evanson..." Sif folded his legs together, showing some ladylike demeanor, and held his chin with his hands and said, "Do you have nothing to say to me?"

"Uh...what?" Evanson felt something was wrong with the other party's tone, so he decided to find out what the other party was referring to first.

"Your friends are very enthusiastic. Sometimes they will take me to some interesting places, saying that they want to appreciate the charm here, and also found me a bunch of things called movies to pass the time." Siff looked at Evanson with a bad look and said, "I have to say that this kind of thing is pretty good, I like to watch it."

"Just be happy." Evanson smiled. Of course he liked it. Those movies were carefully selected and reviewed by multiple parties, not only ensured political correctness, but also ensured fun. They would definitely not be the kind that makes people drowsy when they look at it.

"Anyway, I like it very much, so I asked for something to see myself." Sif said.

"What kind of?" Evanson asked. S.H.I.E.L.D. shouldn't have brought that kind of movie to her, right? What's that? Let alien friends understand the birth process of the earthlings?

But the result is much worse than that, at least for Evanson. "I want videos of the fight with the Destroyer that day."

After saying that, Sif picked up the remote control and pointed at the super home theater specially prepared for her. The 80-inch color screen happened to be on the Destroyer, and then a green meteorite dragging the tail flame knocked her out. "What do you think about this?"

Evanson now felt cold sweat flowing directly from his neck to his heel. He said stiffly, "Ah... your luck is really bad."

Fortunately, this video only captured her being smashed by Hellfire and did not capture the scene of her casting spells.

"Okay, Evanson." Sif said disdainfully. "I didn't look at the incident carefully at that time, but now after repeated observations, I found that the stone that smashed me was exactly the same color as the one you healed me."

Evanson raised his eyebrows. The color of the hellfire was the same as during the treatment. I was helpless. "You said that it was healing. One was to save people and the other was to smash people. The nature was completely different. It was just a coincidence that the appearance was similar."

"But you were the only magician present at that time." Sif said with fierce eyes and said, "Who else can summon that thing besides you?"

"Ah..." Evanson, you really felt a word, like a pin and needle. At the same time, you cursed in your heart. Nick Fury, who was killed by heaven, actually showed her this kind of thing. Are you deliberately trying to have my life? Wait, wait, wait for me to arrive in the UK,

"Okay, I admit that that is my spell." Evanson couldn't handle it for a while, so he just wanted to get it and try to get lenient. "Actually, since the Destroyer appeared, I was preparing that spell. I had already launched the spell before you jumped on it, and then... that was only a coincidence."

"Clever words are so sarcastic!" Sif slapped the table suddenly, and the Viking stone table was immediately covered with cracks.

This suddenly scared Evanson. "I'll say that you can't slap in the face first. If you can, it's better not to slap anywhere."

"Don't worry." Sif did not rush up with his great sword, but instead said, "You have helped Thor and saved me. I will not repay my kindness with you."

When Evanson heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He really wanted to shout loudly, "Girl, you are indeed very righteous."

"But, what you deceived and concealed from me... Humph." I saw Siff walk to the barrel, take a large glass of wine and put it in front of Evanson. "If we dry this glass of wine, our account will be written off."

"Oh, you're so generous." Evanson wiped the cold sweat and looked at the wine glass, which was at least 700 ml, and from the smell of the nose, it was definitely not a low-alcohol wine.

"Why... Can I pay in installments? You can save this glass of wine for me first, and I will finish it in thirty years.

"Anyway, we will settle the final account until you finish the last glass of wine in this cup. If you don't want to punch you every day for the next 30 years."

"I'm driving here." Evanson said he didn't drink alcohol when driving, and didn't drive after drinking.

"It's more exciting to drive after drinking," said Sif. "Like when I was in my hometown, who didn't have a big glass of drinks before driving?"

Evanson thought to himself, you Sgard's traffic accident must be high. When you build it one day, you will definitely give him advice, let him refer to the Earth's traffic law, and it is strictly forbidden to ride a dragon and drive a spaceship after drinking.

However, he thought again that if he really made such an opinion, he would probably be dismembered by the remaining Asgardians.

Finally, Evanson simply gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and raised his neck and drank the wine.

As expected, the wine was really high. Evanson felt dizzy at the time and fell on the sofa.
Chapter completed!