"His Highness Beckett, how long do we have to stay here?"

Under the leadership of Maid Friga, the other pulled the new armor that was similar to his original style and asked Beckett in front of him.

He was wearing a white robe and flew with blonde hair.

"Go now."

Beckett, who had never worn a magic robe, felt the silky texture of the white robe, and his eyes were thoughtful.

"Woz, can we analyze the material?"

“Woz is analyzing…”

"Woz failed to analyze the analysis. Sorry, His Highness Beckett, Woz cannot analyze the material of this white robe on you."

Woz, who re-turned into a light screen and hung on Beckett's right eye, searched for a while for data, but could not break through the magic defense layer on the white robe. The magic energy that constituted this magic defense layer was not in Woz's database.

【Is the energy attribute not in the database?】

Becket raised his eyebrows and then gave up the idea that suddenly emerged from his mind.

"If it's so easy to analyze it, what qualifications does my mother have to be called the first mage of the gods?"

After chatting with Friga, Hela, who was waiting outside the fitting hall, saw Beckett walking out in a white robe. After being amazed, she curled her lips and disdained her.

She still found a place where she was superior to Beckett - magic.

Although her magical practice achievements are not very good, compared to Friga's evaluation of Beckett, she still has a sense of superiority. Although she can only find a sense of superiority at the level of [magic].

[It is completely unsuitable for learning magic, and the magic circuit cannot be formed in the body.] This is the comment her mother, the queen of God Friga, gave to him after contacting Beckett.

"That's just your mother, what's there to be proud of?"

Beckett didn't understand Hela's thoughts very much, and her mother's achievements were not hers.

"...Let's go, my father is waiting for you in the King's Palace."

Hera, who wanted to say something but didn't know where to start for a while, opened her mouth and finally put on a word to lead the way.

Although he is reluctant to admit it, Beckett now has the qualification to despise her, whether it is fist and foot skills or magic attacks.

"No need, just take me to the warship port." Beckett refused directly.

He has no extra time to stay in Asgard now, and the coordinates given to him before Asgard disappeared have not been officially confirmed.

"Warship Harbor? Asgard doesn't need this kind of thing."

Hela, who was holding her chest with her hands, raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and what she said made Beckett look at her with a cold expression.

"Come with me, my father has something to tell you about you going home." Although he is currently unable to compete with Beckett, Hela's attitude has not changed much.

Glanced at the still brilliant blonde hair on Beckett's head, Hela turned around and stepped out of the fitting hall first.

The bustling streets of Asgard are coming and going. With frequent reports of success in front of the front, every Asgardian has a happy smile on his face.

The carefree children were either yelling and running around the streets, or stumbled at the snack stall and struggled, hesitating whether to spend seven days of pocket money to satisfy their appetites. The vigorous smile was what Beckett had never seen before in the dark quadrant.

"Big brother! Do you want to buy a flower?!"

“It’s very fragrant and beautiful!”

Perhaps Beckett was so handsome in white robe and blond hair. Even though he always had a cold face, there was no lack of bold flower sellers who came to Beckett with the bouquet in his hand, grinning and brilliant.

"Brother, you can buy a bouquet of flowers for this beautiful big sister next to you!"

"Big sister, are you right?"

"I don't need the flowers given by this guy." Bent over, Haila smiled and rubbed the girl's ignorant hair, paid for it, and collected the flowers.

"Now, your mission is completed, you can go back and play with your friends."

"Thank you, sister!" The girl who was so excited that she smiled sincerely expressed her gratitude. After thanking him again to Beckett, who had been standing by the side and watching coldly, she happily ran back home with the money in her arms.

"She doesn't know you?"

"It should be." Hela's mood became much better inexplicably, and his tone of response to Beckett was not so urged.

Protecting this country and giving the people of Asgard a better and broader future has always been the goal of Hela's struggle for.

"Of course, she will definitely know me in the future." Haila's eyes were full of confidence, holding a golden bouquet in her hand.

She is still young and has a lot of time to accomplish this grand goal with her father Odin, and she wants to be an existence that can be written into the Asgard history textbook.

By then, the entire Asgard will remember her Hela's name.

"You look much more normal now than before." Looking at Hela, Beckett stopped and walked forward. To reach the palace Odin specially designed to receive foreign guests, he had to walk through the square not far away.

The confidence on Hela's face gradually disappeared...

"My father once said that as long as I want, fate will stand by my side!"

The sound from the center of the square made Becket's footsteps pause, he turned around and frowned, and looked at the sound, and the huge stage came into view.

A man in silver armor was standing on the stage, with a expressionless face, pointing his fingers to the sky,

Beside him, a woman with a slightly similar makeup to Hela was rolling her eyes.

Opposite him was a man wearing a blue tights all over his body, looking at the man and woman in front of him with horror.

"Lauffy never dreamed that he had become famous for many years and would be defeated by two juniors today. The treasure of the Frost Giant clan's ice box was taken away. Facing the daughter of Odin and the stranger she saved in Jotunheim, the king of the Frost Giant clan was in a difficult situation......"

The man standing on the edge of the stage, sitting with a golden knife, looking at the hand called "Hera Jottonheim" in his hand, a mature and steady narration sounded:

"It was a long time to say it, and then it was soon. When Laufei realized that he was defeated, his subordinates jumped out and pointed their guns at the man who liked to talk about [the father once said]."

"Faced with the siege of a group of mobs, the man named Beckett looked extremely disdainful and said the famous saying that was widely circulated..."

In conjunction with the narration, the man on the stage crossed his hands and hugged his chest, raised his eyebrows and acted disdainful: "I bet that there are no bullets in your gun."

The audience cheered.

No matter how many shows you watch, the plays rehearsed by the Lamacia Theater based on this story are very popular.

Seeing that Laufei was defeated, even if it was virtual, it was enough for them to cheer. What's more, according to Barde, the head of the Lamacia Theater, their scripts were all personally compared with one of the parties involved, the daughter of Odin.

Beckett looked at the man on the stage who played himself and said "My father once said" with murderous intent in his eyes.
Chapter completed!