Chapter 707

"Let's go have a couple of drinks later." As they made their way to the Golden Palace, Sif suddenly made this request of Evenson.

"Huh? No, no!" Evenson froze for a moment, then his face went pale. Shaking his head like a rattle drum, he hurriedly refused. He truly did not have the courage to accept that invitation.

"I have something I want to discuss with you." Sif looked at Thor and Jane's back as they walked shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm. Her chest suddenly felt stifled. After sighing, she continued, "The few people close enough to me for heart-to-heart talks are all blunt, single-minded fools. If I tell them anything, the whole of Asgard will know by the next day. And I don't trouble the same person twice. This really is something I can only ask you about."

"Then let's just talk about it. Forget the drinking." Evenson agreed to Sif's request, but still politely declined the suggestion of alcohol. Sure, he could hold his liquor a little, but only enough to show off among ordinary humans. Drinking with Asgardians was just asking for a beating.

Besides, Sif was the one who had trained up his drinking capacity. You had no idea—when Sif had been stranded on Earth, at least half the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel sent to entertain her ended up with cirrhosis afterward.

And now, looking at this girl's worried expression, as if she wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, how could Evenson possibly agree? In any case, he had made up his mind. No matter what, he was going to protect his liver, that vital organ.

"But... but..." Sif usually carried herself with heroic confidence, yet now she was unusually bashful. She secretly glanced at Thor, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. "But I