You and me under the world tree

"Actually, it's almost the same. How about you wash your hands and wait at the dining table?"

"..."

Originally, Hodder didn't have any special ideas.

But at this moment, Dietrich's eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

She didn't speak, just looked at him like that, and he had to change his original words.

"The meat is roasted, please help me cut the meat into bread-sized pieces, and I will fry the bread."

"Ah."

Only then did she respond.

The two stood back to back like this, only the sound of oil and water boiling echoed for a while.

'Zi la la'

No one spoke, only that strange silence.

Hodder seemed to realize something, so his eyes flickered.

He wanted to turn back several times, but in the end he held back.

He just waited, waiting for the final questioning.

then……

"Nowadays……"

Dietrich spoke slowly.

"Ah."

"What the hell happened today?"

"A very long story to tell."

Hodder then flipped the bread, the fried golden side up.

"what story?"

Then Hodder fell silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it directly, it's just that for a while, he doesn't know where to start.

Utgarde and Eggthor.

Loki and Gullweger.

Where should I start?

Or, tell her the most important thing directly?

At this moment, Hodder poked his head towards the outside of the kitchen like a ghost.

Hela was sitting there bored.

After seeing Hodder suddenly looking out, she spoke:

"Okay! I'm hungry!"

"It's almost there, just wait a little longer."

Howard replied with a smile.

After returning to the kitchen, the smile on his face disappeared.

"Actually... It's very simple to say, it's just a very short question."

"what?"

"Supposing you knew that you were going to die eventually, would you have the courage to confess your love to the person you like?"

Chapter 89: Leave tomorrow?

For a moment, Dietrich lost her mind.

She thought she was already prepared, no matter what Huo De said, she felt that she could accept and think calmly.

But now, she found herself speechless.

"Dang bang"

The meat cleaver in his hand just fell on the chopping board.

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to have some kind of traction, which directly revived Dietrich's nearly stagnant thinking ability.

She hurriedly held the meat cleaver in her hand again.

However, her mind could not continue to focus on the roasted piece of meat in front of her.

At this time, Dietrich's mind was full of the questions Hodder had asked before.

"Gone, confess."

She chewed on the words.

Obviously these two words have no connection, but when they were put together, Dietrich felt a heavy pressure.

"Generally speaking, if you will pass away eventually, then you must not leave any regrets."

Dietrich said so.

Unknowingly, she smiled wryly.

"I don't want to leave regrets, so of course I will confess my heart to the person I like. Whether I accept it or not, this is a matter of my heart after all."

"Is that what you think?"

"No, this is actually just a first-level idea."

After thinking for a while, she continued to speak:

"Love itself is also divided into categories. If the love is deep, maybe you will make a completely different choice."

This is Dietrich's point of view, and the meaning she wants to express is also very simple.

"actually……"

However, before she could continue speaking, Hodder's voice was heard:

"If you regard it as a treasure and want to take good care of it, then you will definitely be concerned about the other party's mood, and you will definitely not want to cause trouble to the other party, or even cause her any pain."

"Right, that is it."

Dietrich swallowed subconsciously after hearing Hodder casually added what she wanted to say.

However, the questioning is clearly not over.

Because Hodder's question is definitely not aimless.

"Is this Utgarde's idea?"

After hesitating for a moment, she asked bluntly.

"He's always thought that way."

"..."

Hearing this answer without any hesitation, Dietrich understood that there was absolutely no possibility of fraud.

This is the fact.

"Has it always been like this?"

"Yes, he attaches great importance to Agather, and he doesn't want her to suffer any harm, and he doesn't need her to be bound by other 'karma'."

"That's it."

Strong emotions emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Sadness, sympathy.

For a moment, Dietrich didn't even know how she could describe the emotions lingering in her heart clearly.

Even at this time, her eyes could not help but cast her eyes on the door of the kitchen.

From her vantage point here, a girl can be seen sitting at the dining table.

She looked impatient.

Because the whole body was leaning on the seat, the two legs even kept dangling.

How should I put it, like a big toddler.

Seeing Hela like this, Dietrich couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At this moment, she seemed to have fully understood what was going on with her mood.

Sympathy, sadness.

These are actually very limited.

Because in the final analysis, it was only a few days since they came to Jotunheim, and it was only two short days when they got to know Eggers.

It is wishful thinking to cultivate any profound friendship during this time.

But Hela... Nanna is different.

"What should she do……"

Dietrich couldn't help whispering.

It was rare for her to feel such a flustered mood.

Can't make up my mind at all.

"It can't be said, and it shouldn't be said."

Howard said in a low voice.

"But, she..."

"Actually, we are all very strange. We know that some things are false, and we have clearly recognized the reality, but we still can't help substituting something, wanting to find some 'shadows' in others, but anyway, these It's a fake after all."

Yes, for Hela, whether it is the current Eggers or Utgarde, they are just similar people.

The person who made this judgment was no one else but herself.

The tears she shed back then were like a clear mirror, reflecting everything clearly.

and so……

"All we need to do now is leave the city, and Eggers and Utgarde will have their own lives."

"However, according to what you said, between Eggers and Utgarde..."

Dietrich didn't continue talking. For her now, it was too cruel to blurt out some words.

It's not that she is soft-hearted, it's just that this kind of thing depends on who it is to.

She herself had lost her father, so she could feel the pain.

"There's no room for redemption?"

"..."

Hodder didn't speak, he just continued to fry the bread.

And Dietrich wanted to fight for something.

"You also know that Hela is..."

"This is not a question of the boundary between life and death, nor is it a matter of the survival of the soul, it is simply because Utgarde himself is..."

'zila'

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the kitchen.

Then Hodder's words came to an abrupt end.

He could hear the sound of a chair being dragged.

And he could think of it without thinking, Hela must have got up from the dining table.