You and me under the world tree

Maybe it's because his incompetent father wants to leave a little trace, at least he doesn't want his daughter to know nothing about him.

"And what about sister-in-law?"

Then, Angentier closed his eyes.

He didn't blame his brothers for being dumb, because they always were.

The twelve brothers who grew up together have always talked about everything.

Then, Hewale's words inexplicably appeared in his ears.

Although the obsession to support the ghoul's body to fight outside is only a part of him, he still knows those words.

"She died, she didn't wait for you."

His daughter said so.

That woman, his wife didn't practice martial arts, so how did she die?

Anyway, it is absolutely impossible to die in battle.

Chapter 60: The Dire Winter

In fact, Angentier could guess a thing or two from Herwalla's dress and her disfigured face.

If she was really a well-clothed princess, she wouldn't have had to live so hard, even her fur coat was full of patches.

Speaking of which, of course the coat on Herwaller's body also came from her mother.

Because that coat was a gift from him.

And there is probably only one answer for a princess to live such a difficult life: the royal family is on the verge of destruction.

It may be the country's demise, or internal usurpation of power, but no matter what the reason is, one thing should be certain: it is absolutely impossible for them to continue to live in Norway safely.

Although the family is happy and the brothers are very harmonious, but he has been a king and he also understands how attractive the regime is.

Not to mention the king, even his courtiers and some lords in the country have been eager to move and involve each other for their own interests.

When the king died, the whole country was a mess for sure.

Expelled from the country, and she finally chose to come to the northern seas.

Although he didn't witness it with his own eyes, and there was no substantive evidence, Angentier believed that his wife would definitely make such a choice.

Although this kind of thing is not something to be proud of at all, it will even make him feel heartache or even worthless.

However, he knew her after all.

"In this place in the northern seas, people who are a little weak will get sick, and once they get sick, there is no medicine."

Mentioning this, even though he was already in the body of the dead, even though he was already a ghost and a ghost without his body, he still felt uncomfortable.

"Perhaps she's in Helheim."

What exactly is Helheim like?

Angentier didn't know this, because when he was already conscious, he had already come here.

He didn't go to Asgard and Valhalla, he didn't see the Valkyries, he didn't wander in the far north, he didn't even go to Helheim.

When he regained consciousness again, he and his brothers appeared in the depths of the ruins of the gods.

At that time, here was a giant's 'residence'.

It was also here that he, as a ghost, heard many things.

And every time he thinks of this, he wants to laugh, and the smile is extremely distorted.

"Well, brace yourselves, lads, we'll all have to hold on to this dress until the 'Dreadful Winter' comes."

Gritting his teeth, he finally couldn't help but look up at the ceiling.

"You will pay the price, Asgard..."

…………

Hodder, meanwhile, had withdrawn his ice-breaking torch.

He was idle and bored along the way, and used his hammer to ignite the discarded devices here, so the entire ruins that look like palaces can be said to be brightly lit.

Hodder didn't like the dark, and he still doesn't like it.

So subconsciously, he quickened his pace.

Regression is not equal to exploration, as long as you remember the route, the speed is very fast.

So he quickly went back to the door, where Herwalla was waiting.

The Pirate Queen's expression looked the same as usual, but her eyes kept staring at Hodder, as if she wanted to get some news from him.

Even, more than just getting news, she has a lot of questions to ask.

But before that, Hodder spoke faster than her.

"It's a good way to shake the pot."

"what?"

Then, the Pirate Queen, who still had questions to ask, froze in place, and a hint of astonishment appeared on her pale face.

"What dumping pot?"

She didn't understand what Hodder was saying for a while, but the sage didn't care.

"I mean, you did a good job of shirking responsibility, and you gave me the right to choose at once. Do you like being a turtle so much?"

been seen through...

When Howard said that, Hewale knew that he had seen through his thoughts at the time.

Moreover, his words were as sharp and spicy as ever, and he didn't even mean to show mercy at all.

However, Hewale didn't refute anything, because it was a fact.

There are too many things she dare not face:

Desires, choices...

"I thought you would choose to take out the so-called token."

After staring at Hodder's face for a long time, she couldn't help but say these words.

"why?"

Facing what Hewale said, Hodder just shrugged his shoulders.

"What made you think this way? Is it because I stayed?"

His tone was still unhurried, and still filled with an indescribable confidence.

"Or, those gods outside gave you such an idea?"

Facing Hodder's gaze, Hewale opened her mouth at first. She might want to say something, but her mind was blank at the moment.

So in the end, she just shook her head to get her stagnant brain going.

"If you destroy the token of the Queen of Death and restore the original calm in this sea area, I think those gods will not dare to do anything."

"But in this way, the abandoned port will also miss the best opportunity to launch an attack on the Almuster harbor."

In this situation, Hewale didn't know how to choose, so she simply slipped away.

Although both parties were aware of this, Hodder didn't speak, and Huwale just stood there.

She lowered her head, as if in a daze, but also seemed to be thinking about something.

And in the end, she finally turned the topic elsewhere.

"You stayed there, and what did you say?"

"I probably know what's behind the door, do you want to know?"

He is taking revenge on himself...

After hearing the sage say this, He Huale immediately realized this.

Although this was just an insignificant small choice, she was indeed choked by Hodder's words.

She hesitated, pondered, but finally shook her head.

"Forget it, no need."

Since she didn't say it, Huode didn't mention it either.

"It's nothing important anyway."

He said, then raised his hand and took out the [Angentier's Emblem] from his inventory.

Then, under Hewale's hesitant gaze, he stretched out his hand to remove the bandages on the ghoul.

"What are you doing?"

"Angentier told me he has a diary."

After groping around on Angentyr's body for a while, Hodder found a leather-bound booklet that seemed to exude a decaying smell.

Then, Hodder flipped through it casually.

The text on it looks a little blurry, but it's not unreadable, at most it's a bit difficult to read.

"I think this is it." Finally, closing the booklet, Hodder handed it to her.

"You probably don't know anything about your father, maybe you only know what your mother told you, anyway, you should be able to take a look—if you're interested."

Then, staring at the sage whose attitude seemed extremely casual, He Huale was stunned for a moment.

"journal."

Then, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Diary..."

Chapter 61: I Borrowed Something Nice

Maybe it was because he had subconsciously left the decision to Hodder.

Or maybe it was subconsciously feeling that there was nothing to search for on the ghoul.

It may even be because he doesn't want to bother his dead father anymore.

But thinking about it carefully, it may also be because He Huale has always had such a grudge against his father.

In short, due to various complicated reasons, after "defeating" his father and king and obtaining the magic sword Tyrfing ordered by his mother, he never had any other thoughts.

She would not want to conduct a search of her father's remains, let alone a diary among them.

Perhaps, if her mother was here, she would subconsciously search for his diary.

But these are not important now...

"Would you like to see it? I think your mother should have mentioned to you that your father has the habit of keeping a diary."

Although Hodder didn't know what kind of person Hevale's mother was, after all, he knew that she would rather enter the northern seas with her children and followers than stay alone in Norway.

She didn't want to commit herself to Gevarus, but came here to find her husband.

From this point of view, she should love her husband quite a lot, so she must know Angentier's habits.

And since she loves her husband so much, she must also want her children to know what kind of person her father is.

"Maybe your mother isn't very good at 'describing', but..."

"Well, it's the same as you said."

Maybe it was because he didn't want Hodder to continue talking, He Huale just shook his head.

She looked a little at a loss, not knowing where to look.

In the end, she first glanced at the pool in the distance, and then at the ceiling above her head.

She breathed the incomparably cold air in the ruins of the palace, and finally set her sights on the books that exuded a rotten smell.

"My queen did mention this, but I..."