Peter, sitting in the chair, vigorously shook his head. Then he turned to Schiller and asked, "Doctor, what exactly is going on? I have no idea what's happening right now. Can you explain it to me?"
At that moment, the Hippopotamus Goddess came over carrying a tray filled with all kinds of snacks and several glasses of water. She cleared the table, set down the tray, and placed a glass before Peter. "Don't rush, child. You can have something to eat before you write..."
Peter's tense throat felt itchy, so he instinctively picked up the glass and took a sip. Then he heard Schiller say:
"It was nothing major. I just built a Heaven."
With a splutter, Peter spat out the water in his mouth. The glittering droplets flew through the air, froze in midair, then slowly fell, sending ring after ring of ripples across the water.
In the steaming hot spring, Strange draped a towel over his shoulders, turned to Schiller, and asked, "What did you discuss with Odin? Did you really sell off the resurrection slots you had?"
He sighed. "Not to criticize, but that was a little too risky. Even if you don't need them now, it would be safer to keep those slots in hand. You never know what kind of accident might happen..."
"Humans are very fragile," Loki added. "Not just Captain America or Spider-Man—even Iron God could be in mortal danger if someone ambushed him and he failed to react in time." He dried his hair with a towel and continued, "It's always better to keep some resurrection slots in reserve. But I'm more curious about what payment you planned to collect."
Schiller picked up his wineglass and took a sip, removed the towel from his forehead, and said, "Asgard is our friend, and