A Mother-in-Law Looks at Her Son-in-Law, and Likes Him More and More

"Frigga, what do you think Hela's opinion is on this?"

Asgard, the palace.

After bathing, Odin, with his wife's help, put on the gold-trimmed robe symbolizing the supreme power of Asgard, sighed, and asked.

His eyes were filled with melancholy.

Based on his understanding of his daughter, if an ordinary person had done that, they would have been treated like someone who had been stabbed in the kidneys twice. However, Hela did not show any reaction to Beckett, which was the source of Odin's sense of crisis.

When a woman shows an unusual attitude towards a man, the stories that could unfold are intriguing enough.

Moreover, Odin is a seasoned veteran who has come this far; how could he not understand what this truly means?

Although Hela has not yet shown any affection for Beckett.

"I think Hela's feelings towards Son of Thanos are more about resentment than anything else."

Recalling how Hela had complained to her about Beckett, Frigga paused for a moment, then shared her understanding, echoing Odin's sentiment.

"Before meeting Beckett, Hela was a pampered and successful woman who had never experienced failure. But after meeting Beckett, she suffered setbacks from Beckett time and time again, which naturally changed her attitude towards him."

"Just like I used to be."

Frigga glanced at Odin, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a captivating charm that made Odin unconsciously pull her into his arms.

"You mean, Hela is you, Beckett is me?" With his wife in his arms, Odin's thoughts clearly drifted back to those days.

Even that young lad under King Bor's protection had his moments of youthful arrogance.

Especially after he met Frigga, known as the First Mage of the Gods, in Vanaheim.

That was Odin's unique tale of rising to power through romance, and also an epic tale of a life filled with both praise and sorrow.

"No, Beckett can never become you, the king who unifies the Nine Realms." Smelling the fragrance of her husband's freshly bathed body, Frigga gently rested her head on Odin's shoulder, her red lips parted slightly, and her eyes crinkled with a smile.

Odin didn't speak, but his arm gradually slid down and gently embraced Frigga's slender waist.

[Unification, the king of the Nine Realms?]

"Frigga, you still speak so tactfully."

Odin gently stroked his wife's smooth forehead with his bearded chin, closed his eyes, and gradually understood.

"Who told you to be the undisputed king, Odin?" Frigga looked up, a smile in her eyes, her slender fingers quietly sliding down Odin's chest, heading west.

Gently gather, slowly pinch, rub, and pick~

Willow catkins drift outside the window, and the lonely paulownia tree is accompanied by a light drizzle.

Inside the Phoebe tent, I flutter and search.

As dusk fell, only a few drops remained.

Let us rest a bit, then add a few more cups of light wine, so as not to waste this beautiful time.

...I am a good kid dividing line...

Bifrost.

Under the watchful eye of the gatekeeper Heimdall, the group led by the Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto gradually emerged from the rainbow-colored light.

Beckett, arms crossed over his chest, with an orange cat perched on his shoulder; The Other, clutching the Mind Stone Scepter; and Hela, her eyes still filled with shock.

Pharaoh Menis of Egypt was not qualified to enter Asgard and had returned to his Egypt to continue the construction of the pyramids; Doraemon Woz also returned to Beckett's right wrist as a bracelet, calculating how to build a spaceship capable of interplanetary travel under Beckett's command.

Why did Heimdall respond to you?

The moment Hela landed in Asgard, she asked Agamotto the question that had been bothering her, while her gaze fell on Heimdall, whose hands were resting on the hilt of his sword.

The gatekeepers of Asgard don't open the Bifrost easily, so why would Agamotto do so?

"Your father and I have known each other for a long time."

Agamotto smiled and raised his hand to greet the expressionless Heimdall. His familiar manner left Hela speechless for a moment.

"Agamotto, Odin awaits you in the royal palace."

Heimdall's emotionless words interrupted Hela's train of thought as she tried to continue her questioning. Agamotto smiled and turned to look at the silent Beckett: "Want to come along, Beckett?"

"I refuse."

Beckett refused in the same cold voice. The Other, clutching the Mind Stone Scepter, nodded frantically behind him.

"Now that The Other is gone, we should head back."

Having retrieved the Energy Devouring Beast containing the Reality Stone, there was no longer any reason to persuade him to stay. The spaceship he had arrived in was anchored on the flat ground at the other end of the Bifrost, awaiting his return.

"Are you sure?" Agamotto raised an eyebrow in surprise.

It seems Beckett is unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Odin witnessed the entire "forced kiss" incident from within the Dark Dimension.

Beckett didn't stop for a moment, passing by Hela.

The setting sun on the horizon was like blood, staining the ends of the earth red.

"In that case, let's go, Hela." For the Hall of Valor array, unique to Hela's army, to be successfully built, it requires not only Agamotto's wisdom, but also the Death Divinity engraved in Hela's soul.

"Um."

Hela suppressed her doubts and curiosity about Agamotto, glanced at Beckett's departing figure, and followed the Sorcerer Supreme towards the royal palace, her heart filled with excitement.

"Um?"

After Hela left, the expressionless gatekeeper Heimdall seemed to have seen something unexpected, and a rare look of confusion appeared on his perpetually icy face.

The place where the spaceship is docked.

When Beckett arrived with The Other, full of joy, he found a person standing in the supposedly empty dock.

A woman who had met Beckett once.

Frigga, Queen of Asgard, Hela's mother, and the wisest sorcerer in the Nine Realms.

"We meet again, Beckett."

A dignified and proper demeanor, and a graceful and noble bearing.

Frigga's actions and words exuded a gentle and pleasant aura.

"Hela's, mother?"

Beckett raised an eyebrow in surprise, his muscles tensing instinctively.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

Frigga smiled, indicating to Beckett that she meant no harm. "I just wanted to ask you, what are your feelings for Hela?"

"How does it feel?"

"What... what feeling?"

Upon hearing this, Beckett frowned, and the doubt that lingered in his eyes clearly fell into Frigga's gaze.

"So, to put it another way, what do you think of Hela?" Frigga changed the subject.

"Not so good." This time Beckett answered quite quickly.

"..."

"But from how you two interact, it doesn't seem like that at all." Frigga's pointed look only made Beckett more confused.

In matters of the heart, he seems much more reliable than Odin once was.

A completely bewildered Beckett was undoubtedly labeled a "good-natured man" by Frigga.

Having treated Hela like her own daughter, she naturally didn't want the person who might become Hela's husband to be a womanizer.

One update today, off to Foshan to collect construction payments~

After working hard for more than half a year, I can finally see the bright red money!

So happy!

Haha!