"Hela."

Glancing at the man in front of him, who was oblivious to the corpse at his feet, Hai stretched his hand and gently touched Igo's open palm with his fingertips.

The action is like a dragonfly dotting water, and the point is up to the end.

"Oh, the power of the divinity of death." A hint of surprise flashed in Igo's eyes, and the power that surged from Hela's fingertips poured into his body with that moment.

Like a mud cow into the sea, silently.

"Now I know how this waste died." With a casual poke of his toes at the corpses that had lost their minds under the wine table, a very bright smile bloomed on Igo's face.

Death divinity is one of the most terrifying divine forces in this universe.

The woman in front of her was young but had awakened the divinity of death to such a point, and it was not impossible to catch up with those few in time.

The premise is that she has to live long enough to survive.

"Are you alright?"

Calling Igo still unharmed, Hela who was drinking with her head up put down her glass, her brows furrowed, and the puzzled gaze made Igo smile dumbly.

"Your Death Divinity is able to kill these ordinary people in an instant because they are far less powerful than you."

"But I'm different."

"I am, God."

The playful curvature of the corners of the mouth gradually expanded, and the banter hanging from the corners of the eyes intensified.

Igo's solemn appearance made Hela push away her glass and lean back comfortably in her chair. Cocking Erlang's legs, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Really?" Actually, so am I. ”

"I am the goddess of death in Asgard, what god are you?" When it comes to who he is, pride and pride are palpable.

"Bacchus?" Hela glanced at the glass Igo was holding, and then at the heart-shaped stone that appeared in Iago's hand at some point.

"Or is it a stone god?"

"Interesting." Igo smiled and raised his glass to drink the wine in it, and then threw the heart-shaped stone in his hand into the huge wine glass.

Boom!

Smoky!

Bewitching burgundy roses filled the entire wine glass.

"Actually, I am the creator god."

Igo slowly pushed the glass full of roses in front of Hela.

"Do you like fantasy creators?"

Hai stretched his hand to pluck a rose from the wine glass, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"Not bad, it should be a good choice to trick those little girls on Asgard."

Like a connoisseur grading the color of a flower, the burgundy petals fell off in Hela's hand, and in the end, only a bare rod was left in Hela's hand.

"Maybe you should learn how to please women?"

"This way is outdated."

Hela stood up, swaying her waist and fading away from Iago's gaze until she completely disappeared from his vision.

"How about pleasing a woman?"

Igo withdrew his gaze and reached for a pair of black sunglasses that Hela had left on the table and put them on.

"These gadgets from Gafa Star are really good."

"Waiter, check out." Iago, wearing sunglasses, raised his hand.

"Sir, that lady has already paid for you." The waiter's respectful voice carried a faint hint of envy.

"Really?"

Igo raised an eyebrow, feeling as if he had met an opponent.

[However, it seems to be more interesting this way.] 】

Wearing sunglasses and whistling, Igo stepped on several corpses under his feet and left the tavern.

A woman who awakened the divinity of death to such a point at a young age is the first time Iago has encountered it since she was born.

[Asgard, is it the Aesir Protoss?] 】

[Did that group of primitive people evolve so fast? 】

It's not like Igo, who has traveled all over the universe to find a mating partner in search of an evolutionary direction, has been to the Nine Realms.

It's just that the Nine Realms left a bad impression on him at that time, and the only thing that made him feel interesting was a giant named Ymir.

The strength is not bad, but unfortunately he died early.

With such a rapid rate of evolution, coupled with Hela's talent for awakening the divinity of death to such a level at a young age, Igo's tongue swept over his slightly dry lips, and his heart was suddenly wiped out with the anger and loss that Jennifer had shaken.

Anyway, in his long life, it is not the first time that the left and right have been dumped.

But he hadn't met many high-quality women like Hela.

【Is the goddess of death in Asgard............】

Shortly after Igo left, Jennifer, dressed in a red dress and blond hair, pushed open the door of the tavern with her newly befriended ally.

"This is one of only three places on Gafa that don't enforce Gafa's laws."

"Normally, if I'm bored, I'll come here for a drink and listen to people talk about some strange things in the universe."

Perhaps because it was still early, the tavern was not as lively as a drunken night. Finding a table on the edge and sitting down, Jennifer ordered her usual drink, her fingers brushed over her ear-length short blond hair, and raised her eyes to ask the man sitting across from her, "What to drink, Beckett?" ”

"Boring interest."

Beckett, who was sitting in his seat, had his back straight, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and his face was full of impatience.

"The sign of this store is not bad." After shrugging her shoulders and greeting the impatient Baker, Jennifer leaned back comfortably in her chair.

Ten minutes later, Jennifer watched in amazement as Beckett, whose face was full of impatience, emptied the table with a breezy attitude and speed.

And she just took a fried animal meat roll.

"Waiter, one more, the same." Jennifer, who had basically eaten nothing, glanced at Beckett, who was drinking after eating, and had to raise her hand helplessly, motioning for the store to serve another one.

Another ten minutes later, Jennifer, who still only had a fried animal meat roll in her hand, looked at Beckett, who was sitting in front of her, and rounded the rest in front of her.

"See what?"

Beckett, wiping his lips, frowned.

It's been done twice, and the amount is so small, it's not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

It's still a small canteen in the base of Gates, not to mention the large amount of stuff, but also nutritious and balanced development.

“？？？？”

"I would venture to ask, have you eaten enough now?" Jennifer's question mark.

"Nope." Beckett bit his straw and drank his wine, looking indifferent.

"Ten more." Jennifer had no choice but to hold her forehead.

Ninety minutes later, the tavern owner "invited" Jennifer to the cash register.

"Lady Jennifer, your friend has eaten up all the food in our tavern." The boss's chubby cheeks were piled with professional smirks.

"Please tell me, aren't you really entertaining me?"

After repeated promises and a sky-high deposit, Jennifer returned to Beckett.

The latter was pointing at his blue light screen, and when he saw Jennifer return, he waved away the light screen in front of him.

"Have you eaten enough?"

"Half full."

Jennifer pulled out her chair and didn't stand still, her head almost hitting the corner of the table.