Time flew, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. After agreeing to help Hela, Bor left the God Tomb Cemetery with her.
And for the first time, Hela discovered just how much the old man could talk.
Put simply, Bor was a chatterbox.
Perhaps it was because he had spent too long alone in the God Tomb Cemetery.
Ever since leaving the God Tomb Cemetery, his mouth had been like a machine gun, never once stopping.
This left Hela regretting her decision time and again. If she had known the old man was this long-winded, she would never have asked for his help, not even if her life depended on it.
Unfortunately, there was no undoing her choice. Things had come this far, and all she could do was endure it as best she could.
Fortunately, her rescuers finally arrived that day.
Thor brought Odin back to Asgard, where they met up with her.
As the saying went, fathers and sons were enemies in a past life. That certainly held true for Odin and Bor.
The two old men started arguing the moment they met. Bor accused Odin of being neither a good leader nor a good father.
In short, he gave Odin a thorough dressing-down.
Odin refused to take it lying down, accusing Bor of leaving him a mountain of messes to clean up and then having the nerve to criticize him.
The two old men argued until their faces were red, neither willing to give an inch. From their behavior alone, no one would have guessed they were father and son.
Anyone who did not know better would have thought they were sworn enemies.
Thor swallowed nervously and asked with some caution, "Should we do something? Or just let them keep arguing?"
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