Thor wanted to kill the corpse to silence it, but the All-Father naturally disagreed.
She had come to Earth to experience life and relax. It would be troublesome if no one was around to wait on her.
Though the resurrected corpse was somewhat sluggish and lacking in intelligence, it could certainly carry drinks and knives. Besides, its current zombie appearance was better than a skeleton and easier for ordinary people to accept.
They just needed to find some clothes or fabric to plug the hole in its chest that was billowing black smoke. Otherwise, they could see the scenery behind it straight through its front chest, which was a little too low-class.
"Who will serve me after he's gone? You?" Hela shook her head, her long black hair brushing across her jade-white shoulders. "You don't look like a professional attendant. We've been drinking for half the day, and you haven't even brought over a single glass."
As an astronomer, a Nobel Prize in Physics winner, and a member of the Avengers, Daisy felt she was probably not suited for work as a server.
Still, she pursed her lips and offered an explanation:
"My roommate, that former young lady, is very good at serving people. Before we opened the cake shop, she carried trays at the fast-food restaurant next door. I'm guessing she could carry drinks steadily too."
"Even she couldn't stay awake around the clock and come whenever called."
Hela turned her palm over and lowered her head to examine her black nail polish. It had been dyed with Death Spore Flower, which was highly poisonous to mortals.
"The dead don't have those problems. You can order him around too. But enough of that. Skrulls—does anyone on Earth collaborate with you or help you sneak in? If so, tell me