Chapter 786

"Do I really have to do this?" Malik's expression was exceedingly stiff, his old face flushed red with embarrassment.

As the head of an ancient Hydra family, he usually paid great attention to his appearance. He was always dressed in a suit and tie, with even his hair combed perfectly into place. Yet now he was bare-chested, smeared with multicolored paint, wearing nothing but a bearskin cloak and a Viking horned helmet.

"The last time I saw someone dressed like that was when President Reagan cut funding for mental hospitals."

"Mm..." Evenson's throat bobbed several times before he managed to suppress the laughter that nearly escaped. He quickly turned around and fussed with some things, taking the chance to rub his cheeks, whose muscles were aching from holding back his expression. "You're going to pay homage to an Asgardian deity. Naturally, your attire has to suit their aesthetic."

"Besides, this is your first audience, so you should be more solemn." As he spoke, Evenson placed a golden basin filled with white powder before Malik. "As for whether you'll need to dress like this in the future, that depends on the deity's will."

Malik rolled his eyes helplessly. He felt that the first thing he should pray for sincerely was that this new god he believed in could show at least some appreciation for the aesthetics of modern civilized society.

That was right. Malik had decided to convert. After Evenson's persuasion, he had decided to lead his entire family into the radiance of Hela, the Goddess of Death. As for The Hive they had once worshiped, he could rot to death in the place of exile. But considering Hydra's three-thousand-year investment in him, simply letting him rot away would be far too cheap for him. A biochemical laboratory seemed like a