Fleecing Hela, Blackheart Comes Knocking

Richard smiled with absolute confidence. "Earth is my home turf!"

But then his eyes darted, and he said in a meek voice, "There are just too many enemies this time. I don't have enough strong players on my side..."

"I can't help you!" Hela shook her head, smiling faintly at Richard. "At most, once you fail, my Helheim can take in a stray dog like you."

"You..." Richard's mouth twitched.

This woman was bad news!

The fight hadn't even started, and she was already cursing me to fail.

Richard decided to stop beating around the bush. After he had fooled her a few times, she had clearly gotten smarter.

"The battlefield will be confined to a stretch of desert."

"Once the enemies enter, barriers planted in advance will divide them evenly into separate sections..."

"I'll deploy one of our strongest fighters to each section..."

"But I don't have enough heavy hitters, so I need to borrow Fenris to hold one of them."

Hela still shook her head. "No!"

She warned him, "Richard, never underestimate your enemies!"

"Battlefields change in an instant. Even with your strength, you can't guarantee her safety."

"I won't let Fenris take that risk."

At that, Fenris immediately poked her big head forward and rubbed ingratiatingly against her mistress's calf.

"Whine, whine, whine. (Master is so good to me!)"

Richard knew he would not be taking Fenris with him this time unless he revealed several trump cards he had prepared.

But cautious as ever, he would not reveal his trump cards now. He couldn't, even to Hela.

"All right." Richard shrugged. "I'll see who else I can find."

With that, he rose to leave.

Just then, Hela suddenly said, "Wait!"

Richard looked at her in delight. "Darling, have you changed your mind?!"

Hela rolled her eyes. "Shut