You and me under the world tree

Looking at Dietrich like this, Zebul's vermilion lips parted slightly:

"You, hate me."

The ethereal voice told the truth enough to make people feel panic and uneasiness.

At this moment, Dietrich's heart was instantly engulfed by anxiety.

"no!"

Suddenly she raised her voice.

But soon, Dietrich realized what was happening and covered her mouth.

She was still a little out of control.

The previous strong denial is undoubtedly showing anxiety and guilty conscience.

For a moment, she even felt two other gazes.

The yelling before was still too loud, so even Huo De and Hela were attracted.

She intends to continue to deny something, but facing Zebul's gaze, she can't make any sound.

There is no oppression or anything, but Zebul's eyes are too clear.

It was so clear that she felt extremely ugly.

"This is not a bad thing, nor is it narrow-minded. In fact, it is normal to have opinions on me, or even dislike me."

"How can this be normal."

Listening to the ethereal voice lingering in her ears, Dietrich couldn't help retorting.

"What kind of person are you, don't I understand? It's just that I now..."

Dietrich took a deep breath.

"Right now, it's just a little uncomfortable."

In the end, that was all she could say.

This is not something out of nothing, let alone making trouble out of nothing.

In fact, the so-called reason is obvious.

"I'm not used to telling others about the 'trajectory'. This is my attitude and habit in life. You are not the first person who hates me because of this, nor will you be the last..."

Zebul looked as if she wanted to say something, but Dietrich cut her off directly.

"I won't hate you, absolutely not."

"There's no need to force yourself."

"will not."

Having said that, Dietrich took a deep breath.

"I won't hate you, and I won't break up with you. In the final analysis, I have an inescapable responsibility for this matter."

She just covered her head.

"I have lived in Jotunheim for a while, and I stayed with you for a long time, knowing that you know everything, but I have never directly asked you about this matter, whether it is the future or the encounter, I have never Never asked."

This in the end is why?

Young and frivolous self-confidence?

I don't believe in the so-called trajectory of fate, nor do I believe in the so-called future.

Or are you simply afraid of the so-called 'fate'?

Not sure.

Now, Dietrich couldn't figure out what she was thinking at the beginning.

Moreover, she didn't want to continue thinking about this kind of thing.

"You are actually in pain too."

Then, Dietrich raised her head and looked back at Zebul's silver eyes that seemed to glow.

At this moment, she clearly saw a tremor.

Then, the giant princess slowly closed her eyes.

"It's okay, I'm used to this kind of thing."

What exactly are you used to?

Accustomed to keeping silent about the fate trajectory of others?

Or are you used to having friends who break up with you because of this kind of thing?

Zebul didn't say anything, but Dietrich could feel the complexity in her words.

"This kind of thing will end."

Suddenly, Dietrich spoke.

In this regard, Zebul did not give any response.

She just gently held Dietrich, and then walked slowly to her desk.

"Miss Zebble..."

Watching the coming giantess, Hodder spoke slowly.

But before he could say anything, he heard the giant princess speak.

"I know your thoughts and purpose, Hodder."

She said so.

"You can live here, and I will introduce you to Diaz and Xinmara, but before that, you still have something to do."

"Ok?"

"You have another person you must meet."

"who is it?"

"You should know that his power has always protected you and let you go up the long river."

"!!"

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It should be said that Zebul is worthy of being the 'Princess of Wisdom'.

At this moment, such emotion emerged from the bottom of Hodder's heart.

She didn't need any explanation at all, and she didn't need to exchange any pleasantries, she just talked about matters related to actual interests.

It is completely carried out around the theme, and there are no other unnecessary forks at all.

A real wise man never uses long words to explain his thoughts, let alone being eccentric.

Complicated sentences are useless to them, they are expressions that only people who can't even understand logic have.

The communication pursued by wise men is always efficiency.

Simara.

Diaz.

She obviously knows a lot of things.

And Hodder didn't even doubt that she knew about Utgarde.

After all, Utgard was able to successfully enter Jotunheim and gain an unsuspected identity in it. The wise giant king Wavrunil helped a lot.

And as Wavrunier's daughter, Zebbel had no reason not to be ignorant of this.

Although Hodder couldn't be sure whether Zebul was there at the time, she now seems to have considerable autonomy.

Also, what she said now made Hodder feel very concerned.

"You said his power has always been on me?"

After taking a deep breath, Hodder asked again.

"Don't you have any idea?"

Although Zebul didn't answer directly, her words were no less than an affirmative attitude in Hodder's eyes.

Go upstream.

the power of others.

These words all point to that sensitive word:

time!

At this moment, the appearance of that pocket watch easily appeared in Hodder's mind.

Without any hesitation, he spread his palms and took out the pocket watch directly.

And the moment she saw it, the huge Wisdom Princess obviously had a change in her eyes.

At the same time, her eyes could no longer move away from above.

She just stared at the pocket watch lying in the human hand for a long time, and then remained silent for a long time.

In the end, Hodder himself broke the silence.

"You mean it?"

"Yes, and its owner is waiting for you."

"..."

Hearing this, Hodder narrowed his eyes.

He was silent for a moment.

"Is he waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"You know him well?"

"They are all my friends."

Hearing this, Hodder was silent for a moment.

He frowned.

After looking away from Zebul's body, he looked down at the pocket watch in his hand.

There is no doubt that it is a prop, and it is also a crafted prop.

As for the raw material, it is of course the same as the magic sword Balmonk in Siegfried's hands.

It is a forging method from the dwarves, and it is an exclusive secret method improved by Hreidmar, the former king of Ganita Hyde.

"Giant...God."

Howard let out a long sigh of relief.

"Then you should know what that means."

Suddenly, his palm just flipped over.

The chain of the pocket watch was directly hung on his finger, and the pocket watch, which seemed extremely small in the eyes of the giant, dangled under his palm.

"Now that this pocket watch is in my hand, then he..."

"I know."

Before Hodder finished speaking, Zebul opened his mouth.

Her originally ethereal tone seemed to fluctuate for a moment, but soon returned to its original state.

"However, these are all necessary. It is better to have these in your hands than to fall into other people's hands."

"It's just that his two sons and daughters are in the hands of the gods, right? Don't you even want to see them for the last time?"