Chapter 788

That kid's relationship with the Goddess was indeed anything but ordinary. After seeing Hela tuck Evenson under her arm, Malik became even more certain of his guess.

In his view, that was an extremely intimate gesture. Even if Asgardians were naturally uninhibited, there should still be some propriety between men and women. Of course, there was another possibility: the Goddess had been enraged to the brink of losing her reason and no longer cared about such distinctions.

But Malik felt that possibility was minuscule. Evenson had just helped the Goddess gain this batch of followers. With such a contribution, she should be delighted—why would she be angry? Thus, such an intimate gesture had to be a superior rewarding a subordinate. Even so, being granted that sort of reward meant their relationship was definitely unusual.

That had to be it. Look at the kid now—he was completely unrestrained, even daring to tilt his neck while speaking to the Goddess. Could such casual behavior exist in an ordinary relationship?

"I'm telling you, you really have no restraint in your hands." Evenson tilted his neck and groaned. To be honest, he did not want to be like this. Hela had clamped his neck under her arm earlier and nearly given him a crick in it. It hurt whenever he moved. "It was just about clothing. Did you have to hit that hard?"

"This isn't about clothing. I told you to recruit followers, and you found me a bear cub?" Hela glared, clearly displeased. "And he actually dared to wear fur. I hate it when people wear fur in front of me!"

"Mm... ah..." Better a sharp pain than a dull one. Evenson gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, and with a crack, snapped his neck back into place. Then he vigorously rubbed his