The Recorder in the History of the Type Month

After listening, Tire's expression became very strange, and he glanced at Odin who was frowning slightly.

"That child of Hodr... Alas." Odin, whose expression changed slightly, mentioned Hodr, hesitated to speak for a moment, and sighed rarely.

Naturally, it is impossible for Odin not to know Hodel's situation, after all, she is also his daughter.

"Hodell...how is she?"

"She is currently in Fenrir, in the hut built by Sharkey, with Lord Badr, Lord Skadi, Sharkey, and Fenrir."

This sentence is enough to explain the situation.

Odin, who was slightly stunned upon hearing this, couldn't help softening his gaze.

"And you." Then Odin looked at Slude in front of him, and said calmly: "If you're right, you already understand what you want to know, right?"

"Hmm." Slude didn't hide anything, nodded and looked at the Great God in front of him, and after hesitating for a while, said: "So I want to ask you, Great God, one thing willfully..."

In fact, regardless of whether Slude's request was willful or not, when she said this, Odin knew that she had completely changed.

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pS: The update volume of [-] words, today's daily task is completed, the next chapter will be between nine and ten, let me have a meal first.

Chapter 92...Wow.

The Hall of Valor is a good place for Kevin.

Because it is inhabited by the Valkyries in the atrium, the place where Midgard humans live, all kinds of tricks and abductions... Slips of the tongue, all kinds of heroic warriors invited.

There is no lack of some excellent warriors who can compete with Kevin in martial arts. This is undoubtedly a big deal for Kevin, who has been unable to fight against the strong even though he has learned magic spear and sword skills under the guidance of Scathach. good news.

Especially because they are all warrior souls, and this is Asgard's domain, they eat the meat of the god's wild boar Shahlimnir, even if the sword has no eyes and is injured, after a sleep, after waking up, the second The sky is still alive and kicking.

If Kevin is injured, Slude usually takes him to the God of Medicine, because he is a mortal body, even if he has a broken arm or a leg, it will only take a few hours to heal.

This is why Kevin fought so recklessly.

It can only be said that this configuration is tailor-made for Kevin.

As a reward for hard work, it is naturally rich. After all, Kevin is not learning new things, but just turning what he knows into his own.

Just like the great god Odin said, in terms of martial arts, he has gradually approached the realm of gods!

After he gets Fenrir's blood, Slude, who is a servant of God and a demigod, will be almost impossible to be his opponent.

With the addition of the magic sword Flaggerak, he will truly have the power to kill ordinary gods, not the possibility!

At about eleven o'clock in the night, Kevin and Slude walked out of the Palace of the God of Medicine. On the way back to the Palace of Light, Kevin with long black ponytail hair swaying in the wind looked curiously at Slude behind him.

He found that Slude was unusually quiet today, with his head down and following him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although Kevin was a little curious about this, he didn't bother... To be precise, he was happy to be idle.

Because Slude's character is a bit meticulous, if it is in the sky, he will blame Kevin for not doing this, making trouble so late and nagging for a long time.

After returning to the Palace of Light without a word, Kevin took a shower and came to the room with a hatch and was about to go to bed, but he didn't expect to find Slude sitting inside after opening the door.

At this time, Slude took off the gorgeous battle armor he usually wears, and put on a pure white dress, revealing a large piece of white skin, sitting in front of the golden mirror, combing his slightly moist golden hair .

Apparently he just got out of the shower too.

"I'm back." Slude said calmly as he glanced at Kevin with his beautiful eyes.

"Hmm, um..." Looking at this scene, Kevin nodded blankly, ran out suddenly, and looked at the room... Eh, that's right.

"Wait a minute." Slude, who was combing his long hair, naturally noticed Kevin's movements, "I have something to discuss with you."

You said it earlier.

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I was so handsome that you couldn't resist attacking me at night!

Kevin walked in, sat on a table and chair beside him, looked at Slude with combed long hair, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

We have known each other for more than a month... To be precise, Slude has been serving her for more than a whole month, but Kevin has never seen her a few times after she has taken off her Valkyrie armor.

Let alone just out of the bath.

Seeing that this is just a change of clothes, and instantly switched from a heroic Valkyrie to a goddess who can conquer people's hearts with her beauty alone, Kevin can only feel emotional.

Sure enough, the face is good, and you can 'change' as you want, and it's also very good-looking!

Kevin didn't wait long... Or he was admiring her face and forgot the time. When he came back to his senses, Slude had already combed and sat in front of him.

With the breeze blowing outside the window, the faint fragrance floated into Kevin's nose, making Kevin, who was inexplicably uncomfortable looking at the white dress in front of him, turn his head.

"Is there a problem?"

"En." Slude nodded, raised his right hand to reveal the conspicuous red rope on Bai Nen's arm, and said, "Do you still remember the reason why I made a contract with you?"

After getting along for so long, Slude naturally knows Kevin's character, so he goes straight to the point.

As for Kevin's unbearable gaze, she naturally noticed it too.

"Remember." Kevin nodded, "So, you have already found the answer you want to know?"

"...Probably." After a little silence, Slude replied: "So I want to make sure, Kevin, are you willing to accompany me to Midgard? It won't take you too long. …”