You and me under the world tree

"..."

Utgard didn't respond immediately.

He just looked at Hodder's face and at this supposedly weak human being.

Then, he sighed.

"Indeed, I should have paid attention to Midgard's affairs, but unfortunately, the person who should have told me about the outside world has not contacted me for a long time."

"Is it Loki?"

"..."

Utgard didn't speak at the moment, he just stared at the human.

Sometimes, there is no need to say anything at all, and both parties can understand the meaning of it.

As far as Utgarde is concerned now, it is no longer necessary for him to say no.

Because when he immediately expressed doubts and hesitation, he had already betrayed the truth that should be hidden.

"Tell me who you are."

After a long silence, Utgard spoke.

"That's actually what I want to say."

Hodder responded.

"Although I probably have a guess, it's better for you to confirm it yourself..."

Having said that, Hodder paused for a moment.

He watched Utgarde's face, and he saw for himself that the giant's expression became strange.

It was a touch of fear and temptation.

After all, it was because he knew nothing about himself.

"Of course, in order to express my own sincerity, I will first tell you about myself. After all, my experience is probably the part of the information you are missing."

Then Utgarde frowned.

"Why do you make such a judgment?"

Is this guy out of his mind?

After hearing what he said, the corner of Hodder's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

But he also understands that Utgarde is definitely not a fool.

As for the present, he is still probing, but the point of probing is on that woman.

Although she was not mentioned in half a sentence, Hodder understood that Utgard was testing his relationship with her.

And that will determine his attitude.

"Because of Hela."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"You obviously know her identity, and even recognized her at a glance. I think Loki has at least told you about this, and the last time he and you met and had a conversation must have been about 70 years ago, right?"

What happened 70 years ago?

"There is civil strife in the Gothic Kingdom, Brunhilde is asleep, and you take advantage of this opportunity."

Having said that, Hodder just raised his brows.

"And it just so happens that I was actually active around that time as well... but to be precise it was a little later."

Maybe a year?

Maybe a few months?

To be honest, Huo De himself can't remember clearly about this aspect.

But if there is any causal connection, it is not without it.

"I thought you should know...but this kind of thing doesn't matter anymore."

Huo De raised his eyebrows, and he also spread his hands.

"So, shouldn't we find a place to have a good chat? You can't let the guests stand here, can you?"

"Come to my office."

Utgarde spoke slowly.

However, before he turned around and took a few more steps, Hodder's voice lingered in his ears again.

"Oh, by the way, you don't seem to have asked about that guy all this time."

Then, Utgarde just stayed where he was.

Indistinctly, his back, which seemed extremely huge in the eyes of ordinary people, looked a little bleak, and the feeling of loneliness came to his face.

"Do you think I need to ask?"

"..."

Howard remained silent on this.

"Can you feel it?"

"It's not really a feeling. It's just that he hasn't contacted me for a long time. I think something big happened."

"In his words, the current statement is that he was exiled, but the situation will definitely not be too good."

"..."

However, Utgarde remained strangely silent at this moment.

And it was this silence that made Hodder conclude that there must be some kind of connection between them.

Although it may not be possible to transmit the message, Utgard should be able to feel Loki's state.

But if so, what does his silence mean?

Could it be that the god of tricks has cooled down?

Howard didn't know, but he didn't want to think deeply about it.

Because he can't draw any useful conclusions if he just thinks about it around him.

"Then he is pinning his last hope on you?"

But at this moment, what echoed in his ears were the words of the frost giant.

Then, he slowly raised his head:

"It's a long story, but I do have a partnership with him."

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Location: Utgarde Construction Center Office

As a frost giant who engages in real estate in Jotunheim, let's not talk about relying on this to make money in Jotunheim, where talented people are everywhere and magic is the basic education.

However, at least in terms of decoration, he is qualified.

In Huo De's view, his real estate center is not as 'amateur' as Santo Gloria's consultation hall, and there is a professional atmosphere everywhere.

When he followed him from the lobby to the office, he saw various models of villages and houses.

These models reveal a delicate atmosphere, and if you look closely, you can even see the internal structure from the open window.

There are tables, chairs, and even miniature paintings.

Although Hodder didn't stop at this nostalgia, he did appreciate these things.

It's just a pity that these models are too small for Hodder himself.

Perhaps the problem lies with Utgarde himself.

After all, he wasn't tall enough, maybe less than four meters tall, so the model he made was actually just that.

If he was taller—for example, if he was more than ten meters tall, then he might be able to enter these models to have a look?

Unknowingly, Hodder's thoughts went astray.

Just thinking about these messy things in his head, Hodder's eyes gradually moved to those wide walls.

These walls are pasted with design drawings for viewing, including not only the furnishings in the house, but also various floor styles.

Although these drawings are not decorations in essence, they are of appreciation value in Hodder's eyes.

Because in his eyes, even if it's just a hobby, these drawings represent hard work.

"I have to say, your giant's office is really big."

After looking around like a horse watching flowers, Huo De couldn't help but speak.

"That's because you humans are too small, in every sense."

"Small..."

Without refuting anything immediately, Huo De just shook his head helplessly.

This is really a bloody fact.

So what if he doesn't want to admit it?

Humans are the weakest race among the Nine Realms.

Although it seems to occupy a fertile land, it is torn apart. Because of its limited ability and wanting to enjoy a rich life, it chooses to use the power in its hands to enslave the same clan that should be partners.

"Human beings... are really small."

"And it's still fragile, and its abilities are quite limited, but even so, you humans don't seem to have the intention of uniting together."

I don't know if it's because Hodder was stuck on the lifeline of his words and was unhappy before, but Utgard's words have gradually become sharper.

And his attitude as if stating the facts made Hodder helpless.

At this moment, he may only be able to find some other reasons.

For example...

"This aspect is not all human beings' own problems. A certain existence known as the patron saint of human beings created these."

"Is it really?"

In the face of what Hodder said, Utgard just said indifferently.

"Why don't I believe it?"

He acted like a bullshit.

But unfortunately, Utgarde is not a fool, and he is not simply playing for the sake of the bar.

There was no impatience in the frost giant's words, but only a touch of mockery.

And this tranquility made Hodder's heart sink even more.

Because he knew that Utgarde was not aimless.

According to legend, Heimdall, the Guardian of Dawn, traveled the world and divided and fixed three classes: nobles, free people and slaves.

But this is just a layer of clothing. What Heimdall has done is to put on a layer of 'legal' shell, completely fixing the originally unstable class.

Before Heimdall came to the world, there was already a division between poverty and wealth, and at that time there was a clear "family concept".

In the final analysis, with human beings' own abilities, when a traditional tribe started to produce in small families, the clan chiefs that should have been elected constituted the embryonic form of today's aristocratic class.

Because they themselves control the 'power', even if it is only the pure power to distribute labor crops, this is enough to become the foundation.

The so-called royal family is nothing more than 'nobility among nobles'.

"Did you know that there was once a popular 'game' in Jotunheim."

"what game?"

"Human observation."

The moment he heard these words, Hodder instinctively felt uncomfortable.