Why So Arrogant at First, Then So Respectful?

Evenson placed a hand over his chest and kept rubbing his conscience. He had heard that he had done an immensely good deed this time!

Nestle Dragon and his people had gone through all that trouble, digging for clues in novels, surviving in the wilderness of vast forests, and shuttling between Norway and Spain. Never mind the effort involved—the travel and fuel costs alone must have been enormous. They had done it all to fight the gods, yet they had not even caught sight of one.

But once Evenson arrived, with a wave of his hand, he sent them right before a god. They could not have gotten any closer. And had they not said they wanted to become gods of death? He had even thoughtfully sent them straight to the Goddess of Death, Hela, so they could observe her up close and learn by example.

Sigh, he had truly accumulated great virtue this time!

In any case, Evenson felt especially gratified. He hoped they would be happy from now on. At this point, the mission was practically complete. Nestle Dragon and the others had gone to heaven for further study, so the troublemakers were gone. The location of the last part of the Berserker Staff had also been extracted. All that remained seemed to be a simple retrieval operation.

Evenson and Melinda did not linger and turned back to the plane. As soon as they returned, everyone crowded around to ask about the results. But Melinda was clearly in a poor mood. Ignoring the others, she walked straight inside, while Evenson casually tossed a large leather bag onto the floor with a thud. "It's all in here."

Skye pursed her lips at the bag on the floor. "Don't tell me it's full of those people's heads?"

"Mm... Voodoo Cult