The relationship between this kid and the goddess is indeed extraordinary. After seeing Hela hold Evanson under his arm, Malik became more and more sure of his guess.

Because in his concept, this kind of action is a very intimate action. Even if Asgard is bold in life, the difference between men and women is still more particular. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the goddess is angry and on the verge of collapse of reason, and she no longer cares about the difference between men and women.

However, Malik felt that this possibility was minimal. Because Evanson had just helped the goddess develop this group of believers. If the goddess was so happy, how could he get angry? So such intimate actions must be a reward for his subordinates by the superiors. But even so, if they were given such rewards, their relationship would definitely be extraordinary.

That must be the case. Look, the boy is not in a straight shape now, and he dares to speak to the goddess with his neck tilted. Can such a casual performance be a common relationship?

"I said you really don't have the strength in your hands." Evanson groaned with his neck tilted. To be honest, he didn't want to do this. Didn't this just now Hela clamped his neck and slapped it? Now it hurts when he moves. "Isn't it just a matter of dressing? Do you have such a ruthless hand?"

"This is not a matter of dressing. I asked you to develop believers, but you found such a bear baby for me?" Hela looked very dissatisfied with his eyes. "And he actually dared to wear fur. I hate others wearing fur in front of me the most!"

"Well...oh..." This long pain is worse than short pain. Evanson gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and brought his neck back with a sound, and then rubbed his face hard. Oh, I didn't expect that under Hela's arm there was actually a flavor, and it was also damn spicy beef!

This made me look like I was hungry when I smelled. Could this be an alternative and beautiful meal?

"Do you hate fur? I thought Asgardians like this kind of clothing very much." Evanson shook his neck twice with difficulty, and suddenly felt much more comfortable. However, Hela was surprised that he hated fur, because for martial people, eating meat and sleeping with skin is a heroic style. He remembered that Sif had a thick fur cloak.

Moreover, when she was stranded on Earth, she was obsessed with the bear-skin mat and brought it with her before leaving. It is said that if the SHIELD had not stopped her in time, she would have wanted to go to the wilderness of Siberia to survive and hunt bears, and almost became a woman who dominated the top of the food chain on the Great Wilderness of the Great Wilderness. If she had opened a live broadcast room, she really didn't know how many fans would be able to increase in an instant.

"The opposition exists at any time. I was the initiator of Asgard's Opposition Fur Association and I have all the positions of the president, vice president and member!"

Evanson rolled his eyes and said, "You are the only one in that association back then!"

"And I had already made a decision at that time that the first decree after I ascend the throne was to completely abolish furs throughout Asgard and its territory."

No wonder you failed in the rebellion back then. It turns out that in addition to the gap in strength, there are also reasons why you are unpopular.

"So wearing fur in front of me is a great disrespect." Hela glanced at Malik who was kneeling below. "Fortunately he was wearing bear skin. If he dared to wear wolf skin, Fenriel would have stabbed him to death with a sword."

The Demon Wolf Fenrier, in the legend of Norse mythology, is Hela's brother, but this is obviously nonsense. But Hela and Fenrier are indeed as close as brothers, because Fenrier is Hela's ****...ah, it's the mount under his crotch!

Hela was once a general who charged into battle. For her, the closest thing she was the comrades beside her and the mount under her crotch. She and her soldiers had established a bond that transcends life and death, and could even be entrusted with the demon wolf, and even reached the point of being in the same mood.

Perhaps it is because of this reason that Hela, who is controlled by the mount, is so disgusting with fur products. If his mount dies, he will wear its skin on himself to show that he is still with him. This is simply an incompetent cowardly behavior. For me, death cannot separate us!

"I've been neglected..." Evanson didn't expect that Hela's mount would be controlled to this extent. "But you are, you have not made any demands on the clothes of your believers at all, so I can only make my own decisions."

"It's really a quibble as usual!" Although this was the second meeting, Hela was still very impressed by Evanson's Kung Fu. "This is completely your responsibility, why do such extra things? If you didn't let them dress up like this in one go, there wouldn't be what you are doing now."

"I'm really sorry. But this is an indispensable preparation in the ceremony." Evanson retorted, "The fortitude before the ceremony, as well as other cumbersome processes, are all essential etiquette!"

"Note that this so-called etiquette is not to make you pleasing to the eye, but to consolidate your authority. The more preparations you prepare before the ceremony, the more solemn the ceremony will appear. The more complex the etiquette between the upper and lower parts, the more obvious the difference between the upper and lower parts. Therefore, this etiquette is not polite to you, but to emphasize their respective classes and remind them not to forget their duties at all times!"

"Hmph! Do you think I really don't understand these?" Hela snorted coldly, "Etiquette is a class, do you think I don't understand this principle? I just disdain it."

"I am not those stupid kings in the mortal world, nor those gods imagined by humans. I am the goddess who brings death to the world. I have absolute power, which means I have absolute authority and don't need those boring things to consolidate anything."

"Just be simpler, kneel down to me, or you'll die. There's no need to be that complicated."

"Then are you tired? If you don't have to show your absolute strength, are you tired? If you don't have to emphasize your authority to others?" Evanson sighed and said, "If you don't want to do that, you can only let those boring things remind others of your authority invisibly and constantly."

Just like some people say that as long as the emperor holds military power, he will have absolute authority, and everything else doesn't matter. But you can't pull your soldiers out to parade every day, and the country can't fight every day. So you have to use it and not consume anything, but you will remind each class of etiquette all the time.

"And, mystery is also an indispensable existence for God. You must always maintain a profound and scheming look. Once you miss the bottom and are seen through by others, the awe of others for you will definitely be relatively reduced."

"Ha...you know this quite well." Haila curled her lips. As a god, she was taught by a mortal to be a god. This was really a wonderful experience.

"Are you questioning my major?" Evanson seemed very unhappy and said solemnly, "I am a professional genius who has taught system theory by correspondence!"

The complete collection of warlock spells, the outline of warlock professional ethics, thesis No. 003, on how to be a successful charlatan.

"Okay, okay." Hela rolled her eyes helplessly, but she suddenly smiled. "Since you emphasize etiquette so much, I'll accept advice humbly." She put her figure in a straight position, raised her head slightly and said to Evanson, "Then you should meet me. Are you planning to use the bowing ceremony we had agreed to, or are you going to kneel down like the last time."

Evanson's expression froze. Even if he was exhausted by the pit he dug, I wouldn't jump down! "Don't you not open any pot and bring up any pot. I said it wasn't me who wanted to kneel down last time, that's... that's..." Evanson rolled his eyes and thought urgently about the reason he used last time. "Oh, by the way, I was the one who made my clothes too big last time and accidentally stomped on it!"

When Evanson mentioned this, he felt very frustrated. Last time, in order not to kneel down, he fought with Hela for 300 rounds in a rare battle. He finally got the recognition that he didn't have to kneel down, but as a result, he was exhausted and just stood up and his legs fluttered and he knelt down.

"And you see that I gave a super-spec gift last time, which is definitely not suitable for you to come back, so I'd just give this one off."

"Hmph..." Hela sneered twice, but she did not refuse to let go. Although she accepted Evanson's words, her concepts did not change, and she did not like to care about those who were recognized by her.

"Forget it, I'd better see the believers you've looked for me first." Hela turned around and looked at Malik below. Evanson whispered in a low voice. "This is what I mentioned to you last time the leader of that family, and the girl next to her is his daughter, and...I'm training him to make her the executioner of this organization."

"Executioner, interesting..." Hela couldn't help but look at Stephanie more. Then she stepped forward and prepared to walk down.

"What are you doing?!" But before Hela's feet were lifted, Evanson hurriedly stepped forward and stopped her. "I just said that God should keep mysteries. Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand?"

Evanson said in an inconfrontational tone, "If it weren't for their hearts, it would have been an abducting act to let them face to face with you this time! How could you go on, stand on the ground at the same height as them, and let them listen to your jade sound?"

Of course, there is another most important point that Evanson didn't say. You are now wearing greasy and twisted flowers with the flavor of seasoning, and the stain on your cloak. It's true that you have been using it to wipe your mouth, right?! You can see clearly if you keep walking like this. Not to mention consolidating your faith, this is just a full-level faith collapse, okay?

"Understanding..." Hela tasted this, but raised his hand and pointed at Evanson. "Your actions just now are considered usurping."

"No, no..." Evanson shook his head and argued, "The one I just said was a advice!"

"Then what do you think should I do now?" Hela hugged her hands and made a lofty look to Malik below, but asked Evanson at the same time.

"First of all, you have to make a throne here..." As soon as Evanson finished speaking, Hela waved his hand, and several big swords flew over at the same time, pieced together a pitch-black throne. Hela sat on it with majesty, "And then?"

"And then, you keep this and don't move. If you have anything to let me pass on, there is no need to talk directly to them."

Hela nodded, and saw her lips lightly open, Evanson shouted loudly to the lower body, "The goddess thinks you have made a gesture of respect enough, so let's flat!"

"Thank you for the grace of Goddess!" After hearing this, Malik was really a pampered person. After all, he has always been pampered and is not young anymore. It is really a pain to let him kneel on such a hard rock for so long.

He staggered when he got up, but fortunately Stephanie quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands. What a noble goddess he was. As a mortal, he could only crawl on the ground, and he didn't even have the qualification to listen to his voice.

Then he looked at Evanson with some envy and even a hint of jealousy, "You kid rob me of my job! In the future, this is the one who tells the goddess and calls me the rest of my life, I must be there!

"The goddess is very satisfied with your willingness to abandon your wrong beliefs and convert to the true God, and decided to reward you."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Malik and others immediately knelt down again. This time the people were much more reliable than the one they used to be! But Hela looked at Evanson blankly. What I said just now was not what I said, "What are you doing?"

Evanson turned his head and whispered, "This is the first time we meet, we must give you a little gift. Otherwise, why would you let others follow you wholeheartedly?"

"Meeting gift? I will praise them?" Hela's eyebrows stood up, "I didn't even bring a sacrifice when I came to see me, so I asked me to reward them?"

"The sacrifice should be offered by believers on their own initiative, and God speaks directly to others if it is very expensive."

"I don't care!" Hela turned her head aside very unreasonably. I just ate the last piece of grain reserve. If you don't replace it for me, no one can think of it!

But Evanson persuaded her back with one sentence, "Don't worry, you think I'll be as careless as them, I'll take you with you. When they can't see you, I'll let you go, it's enough for you to be released from prison."

"Well..." Hela's expression immediately turned from anger to joy, and even licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue happily. "As the monarch, you should accept advice humbly. If you say you want to reward, then reward it. You have brought both the pure water and the gas tank?"

Evanson nodded, "And this time I have a few more flavors to ensure you can enjoy it."

"Yeah..." Hela almost laughed out loud, but what no one expected was that she suddenly raised her hand and threw out a flying sword, which was in the bottom of Stephanie's heart.

How could this turn your back? Everyone present was shocked, and even Evanson was stunned. Malik rushed over directly, but saw that there was no drop of blood coming out of Stephanie's body, and the flying sword suddenly shattered into particles and merged into Stephanie's body.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Goddess." After a brief fright, Stephanie found that the place where she was stabbed by the sword did not hurt or hurt. Instead, after the sword was integrated into her body, a trace of enlightenment suddenly appeared in her mind, and she suddenly felt that she had... a human and sword united!

"You are..." Evanson asked inexplicably.

"Nothing." Hela leaned against the seat next to her. "I just gave the little girl some of my sword skills. It was just a level of use in my army back then... Alas, why do you look at me with that look?"

"Haha..." Evanson's mouth twitched, "I just said the reward, I'm just going to say a few beautiful words to praise them. You're giving something real?!"

This is strange. Everyone I know is more generous to others, but more stingy to themselves. Does this mean that life is like a mirror, and when you pick it up, it will also pick it up.
Chapter completed!