You and me under the world tree

Everything will be reshuffled when Hungary enters the country.

At that time, these will become a bad debt that cannot be traced back.

What will happen to the people?

They don't care.

They only care about their own status, and even if they can't maintain their current status, the oil and water they squeezed out of those fat jobs can guarantee their food and clothing.

And these things will not be known to anyone, let alone exposed.

During the war with the Hungarian Empire, almost all the 'big men' thought so.

The only difference is that some people couldn't wait to collude with Hungary, and even wrote letters to express their friendship.

On the other hand, some people maintain a relatively neutral attitude, but they are also doing despicable things.

However, what they didn't expect was that the Hungarian Empire was finally repulsed by the seemingly dilapidated frontier army.

And the King of Hunland, known as the Son of God, the Whip of God, and the King of Punishment, lost to the elven half-blood warrior Wittig in a one-on-one duel.

Then it was withdrawn.

For the nobles under Elmrich's rule today, this is no less than a blockbuster, directly blowing their minds into blanks.

And since then, they have been living in a lot of inexplicable fear.

For them like this, the Frontier Corps has simply become a serious problem.

It's just that because the war is still not over, although the Hungarian Empire withdrew its troops, it did not declare the end of the war.

So the Frontier Corps was still stationed on the eastern defense line, and this stationing and guarding dragged on for several months, and even Dietrich conquered Denmark without any movement.

Also because of this 'moderation', most people may think that Wittig will swallow his anger.

But no one would have thought that this attack would be like thunder.

"This is simply turning the table over, without even playing chess, but it is bound to attract people's envy and suspicion."

The plan seemed seamless.

But just because the process went so smoothly and coincidentally, the man named Walter also exposed himself to the eyes of many forces.

In theory, this is actually not a good thing.

At least for himself.

"Maybe... maybe he will die."

With this evaluation, Hodder finally threw the letter into the fireplace.

Then, he smiled.

"You can eat later."

Anyway, no matter what, these have nothing to do with him.

but……

"What exactly happened?"

Hela seemed very interested in this.

"I'll tell you when we eat."

Chapter 30: The Cognitive Gap

Today's sage's home is still peaceful.

Even though there was news from Goth, it didn't disturb the rhythm of life in his family.

After throwing the letter into the fireplace and destroying it, he calmly walked into the kitchen, and then brought out the dishes he had prepared.

For the sage, an ordinary lunch does not need to be well prepared.

In addition to the staple food as bread, it is ordinary barbecue and vegetable soup.

Fortunately, Hodder's own craftsmanship is not bad.

It's not delicious enough to make you cry or even hallucinate, but it's not enough to make you feel tired.

At least, it is more than enough to deal with Hela who is like a child.

And that's how it is now, when Huo De casually placed the barbecue on the table, the girl couldn't wait to reach out her hand.

But just before her hand touched the bone, Hodder slapped her again.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing."

Just when Hela pulled her hand back aggrievedly, Huo De casually cut off a large piece of bone-in flesh with a knife.

"It doesn't feel oily when you use it directly."

"I don't feel oily."

"But I think."

At this moment, Huo De, who remembered something, couldn't help but feel a little tired.

I don't know if Hella did it on purpose, she never has the habit of washing her hands.

It's fine before meals, anyway, it's her own personal hygiene problem, but she always likes to use it every time she eats a greasy meal.

And it's fine to get started, and then touch around without washing your hands.

"There is nothing in this parlour that has not been soiled by your hand."

Having said that, Hodder quickly cut the bone-in meat into slices, and then put them on a plate.

Portions are not lacking at all.

Because even if it is cut into small pieces, the portion is still satisfying.

However, looking at the sliced ​​barbecued meat, Hela showed some dissatisfaction.

"You don't understand anything."

Looking up at the sage who continued to slice the barbecue, Hela muttered.

"what?"

"It's comfortable to hold a bone and stutter."

"Then you should wash your hands."

Without any intention of backing down, Hodder just responded casually.

Then, he picked up the bread and took a bite, and then filled a bowl of vegetable soup.

During this process, Hela kept humming.

Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, but there is still food to eat, but her small venting makes her more like an immature child.

But soon, this dissatisfaction will end.

Because soon, the sage recounted his experiences along the way.

Regarding the goddess of fate, these news were naturally omitted.

Instead, he centered on what happened to Goth at the moment, and talked about some of his previous experiences.

For example, the heavy taxes of Vasgenstein, and the deceitful things done by some nobles in the Gothic Kingdom.

None of this, however, gets around one central figure: Walter.

Hodder talked about his origins, about the wars he was a part of, about his mother's death.

It ends up talking about the massacre he was a part of.

During this process, he did not bring his own personal emotions.

Like a narrator, he expounded what he saw and heard impartially.

There is no need for gorgeous affixes to modify, this simple story ends like this.

"It's like this now, what do you think?"

Picking up the vegetable soup, Hodder took a sip.

The warm and sweet soup flows into the stomach, which is very pleasant.

He even squinted his own eyes.

And completely different from the kind of comfort shown by the sage, the current queen of the nether world just narrowed her eyes.

The expression on her beautiful face was not pretty either.

Even, her attitude hesitated to speak.

"I actually don't really understand it."

"what?"

"The actions of those people."

"Walter? His source of motivation is just revenge, whether it's his mother, or his former comrades-in-arms and compatriots."

"No, I can understand him."

Gently cutting thin slices of meat with a table knife, Hela whispered.

"It's just that I can't understand other people, whether it's Limstein or Elmrich, their actions don't make sense at all."

"It makes sense."

"Why does it make sense?"

Watching Huo De's calm expression without raising his head, Hela frowned.

"From the perspective of the overall situation, the Goths shouldn't have civil strife at all, let alone engage in this kind of behavior when they are hostile to Hungary."

"Is it hard to understand?"

"I can understand it, but it feels weird."

When Hodder looked up, what he saw was a clarity that was hard to describe in words.

This kind of clear eyes even made Hodder feel confused.

She is the Queen of the Nether after all.

And the authority she controls is 'death', which means the end to all life.

She is the one standing at the finish line.

Not to mention that Helheim is full of rotten fish and shrimps tainted with crime.

But if you think about it carefully, this clarity is not difficult to understand.

Because Hela is a giant and a god of death.

As the Queen of the Nether, she rarely had contact with the dead under her control, and out of awe of her master, the dead would not go to Hela when they were full.

She was alienated from most of the dead in her land.

After all, if she really had an incomparably deep understanding of human beings, she wouldn't be able to show her flaws on the Xindal Peak.

Not to mention, as far as it is now, her eccentric temper is full of childishness.

"call……"

Thinking of this, Hodder couldn't help but sighed.

At this moment, his mood is unavoidably complicated.

"When there is a struggle, there is winning or losing, and no one wants to lose, and no one wants to tie themselves to a chariot that is destined to fall apart."

To sum it up is this sentence.

"You have also read a lot of books, and Dietrich has taught you a lot. You should understand these principles."

"Well, I understand, but..."

"We're not asking you to be empathetic."