Chapter 466: The Minotaur Soul Burns
At night, in the Great Temple of Heath Island.
"ah……"
A suppressed hum echoed, and Luo En couldn't help but pause:
"Why, it hurts?"
Hearing the concerned question, Hila on the small bed quickly shook her head and replied dryly:
"No, it's just a little itchy..."
"It's normal for it to itch! That's a sign that the wound is healing. I told you not to be stubborn!"
Loen snorted unhappily, then held the holy grail in one hand, dipped some golden divine liquid from it with the other hand, and applied it evenly and gently to another wound on Hela's back.
“Woo~!”
As soon as the two came into contact, Hela on the small bed changed from lying prone to lying on her side, her back hunched like a shrimp, and she couldn't stop wailing.
But that voice was inexplicably gentle.
In fact, the numbness and itchiness of the wound healing was only secondary. As a goddess with the power of death and a qualified Aesir warrior, she would not show too much emotion even if she was accidentally slashed by a sword during a fight, or even if her hands and feet were chopped off or her stomach was cut open.
What really made her lose her composure was the warmth from the hand on her back and the pleasure brought by the touch of their skin.
As she had grown up and the affairs of the atrium had become increasingly busy, the teacher had not been close to her for a long time.
Although she knew that this strange and childish desire was a mentality that an Aesir warrior must abandon as he matured, Hela could not help wanting to be close to her teacher and caregiver, especially skin contact.
In later psychology, this symptom was called skin craving syndrome.
If you love her, hug her. The most effective way to comfort a crying person is to hug her, just like a mother picks up a baby and gently comforts his body, the baby gradually stops crying and smiles happily at the mother. Human groups convey love and feel love through close physical contact. If there is a lack of physical contact for a long time, some adverse physiological and psychological reactions will occur. This symptom is called "thirsty skin syndrome."
The formation of "thirsty skin syndrome" is related to intimate relationships. Some people will develop this symptom because they did not have a stable and healthy intimate attachment relationship in their childhood. Lack of social skills and inability to establish normal social relationships with others will also cause this symptom.
This type of people desire to be touched and long for intimate contact. This is a kind of compensatory psychology that arises from not receiving enough love in their childhood and growth.
Obviously, the long-term absence of her parents, her premature maturity, and the neglect of her teacher Rocky in recent years have gradually caused her to develop similar psychological symptoms.
However, this is not a big problem. It is a normal physiological need, just like eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty.
As long as she is properly satisfied and given the right guidance, Hela's little psychological problem can be easily solved.
But unfortunately, the future goddess of death, who has a rather gloomy temperament, is not very good at communication and expression.
Seeing his student trembling and moaning more and more obviously during the application of the medicine, Lorne had no choice but to soften his tone and comfort him softly:
"Hold on, it will be fine soon..."
"Um……"
Hila turned her back to her teacher and nodded muffledly, biting her cherry lips tightly with her pearly teeth, trying hard to suppress the strange sound that wanted to squeeze out of her throat.
But as the hand on her back touched the largest wound on her left shoulder, Hela's small body instantly straightened up and a higher-pitched groan came out of her nose.
Hearing the strange change of tone, Lorne stopped again and said hesitantly:
"Was I too harsh? How about someone else? Holo seems to be free? Or Freya? She is more skilled in treating this kind of wound."
"don't want!"
Hela shook her head without hesitation and held her teacher's other hand tightly.
"I only want you!"
"Okay, okay, don't move. The blanket is about to fall to the ground."
Lorne didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He held down the animal skin blanket that had slipped to the side of the bed while trying to comfort his somewhat clingy student.
Her request was met. Hela obediently lay back on the small bed, continuing to enjoy the intimate contact from behind.
When the golden divine liquid was poured into the penetrating wound on Hela's left shoulder, the granulation tissue that squirmed and grew on the wound, as well as the Warner divine power that was forced out of the body, made the sensitive Hela tremble even more violently, and her skin turned a rosy blush.
As his fingertips caressed the newly formed skin, forcing out the last ray of Warner's divinity, the treatment came to an end:
"alright!"
Looking at the pink back that was as beautiful as jade, Loen felt a sense of accomplishment.
Freya's Vanir power tends towards life, while Hela's Aesir power tends towards death, and the two conflict with each other.
Therefore, if too much life divinity remains in Hela's body and is left unattended, it will not only affect her self-healing, but may also leave cysts and scars.
Girls should be pretty and should not have such hidden dangers.
"I have cleaned the wound for you, and the Warner power inside has been forced out. Be careful not to get the newly healed skin wet. Try to do as little as possible recently. Just rest for a day or two and you will be fully recovered."
After briefly giving a few medical instructions, Lorne was about to get up and leave, but unexpectedly, Hela grabbed his arm again.
Luo En turned around, a little surprised:
"What's wrong?"
"Your injury has not yet healed."
"That? I'll just go back and take care of it."
"No! You can only leave after you are cured here. I want to see it with my own eyes!"
Hela asked seriously, her little face full of seriousness.
Of course she knew that with her teacher's strength, let alone taking Freya's sword with his bare hands, even if his head was split in half, he might be able to close it himself.
But after all, this injury was caused by her. If she didn't see her teacher recover with her own eyes, she would probably not be able to sleep for several nights.
When she thought of the figure standing in front of her at the critical moment, Hela’s tense little face couldn’t help but warm up, and her eyes like the night sky also showed beautiful colors.
At this point, seeing that he couldn't persuade his student, Luo En had no choice but to compromise:
"I can't do anything about you."
Then he sat back on the bed and spread out his previously injured palm to show it to Hela.
After most of the day's self-healing, the wound that was deep enough to see the bone had completely healed, leaving only shallow scratches that could not even be seen without a careful look.
But even so, Hela still held her teacher's hand and couldn't help asking:
"Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Lorne answered seriously, then flicked his finger on Hela's forehead, his face darkening.
"How about you, where did you learn the fighting style of exchanging injuries for lives? You fought Freya without caring about anything? It was just a test, not a real battlefield. Was it necessary to fight so hard?"
“It’s not like I’ll necessarily lose!”
"Then why is it you lying here?"
"She has better weapons than me! That doesn't count!"
Hela snorted in response, her eyes full of indignation. She was obviously very dissatisfied with losing to Freya.
"Losing is losing, winning is winning. No one will let you make excuses on the battlefield."
A pleasant voice came from outside the door. Freya, who had changed into casual clothes, stood in the moonlight with her arms folded and hummed a reminder.
Seeing this Valkyrie from the Warner clan appear before her, Hela's expression suddenly darkened:
"What are you doing here?"
"Collect my reward, of course."
Freya smiled and answered, then walked into the hall and hummed softly to Lorne who was standing in front of the bed.
"You said you would treat me to a meal if I won, but no one showed up after waiting for a long time. Are you going to break your promise?"
"If you want to eat, you have to wait until I treat my student's wound."
Lorne replied unhappily, then rolled his eyes at Freya in front of him, turning the tables.
"Who told you to hit me so hard?"
"So, can we go now?"
Freya asked with a smile, her beautiful eyes flickering.
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Loen had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Forget it, it’s just eating, not selling my body, there’s nothing to worry about.
After receiving a positive answer, Freya showed a satisfied smile on her face.
Then, she blinked, looked at Hela in front of her jokingly, and deliberately raised her voice:
"You don't mind if I borrow it from your teacher tonight, little sister?"
As she spoke, Freya took Lorne's left arm from Hela's hand with a sense of mischief and held it affectionately.
Hela was so shocked by this that her face turned pale:
“I want to go too!”
"No, this is adult business, children have no part in it."
Freya smiled and refused, then gently lowered her head and kissed the back of Loen's hand like a playboy who flirted with a decent woman.
For a moment, Hela was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and she wished she could poke seven or eight transparent holes in Freya's body.
"It's no use glaring at me. You have to admit defeat. Who told you to lose your teacher to me?"
Freya smiled and spoke, feeling extremely happy.
"There's nothing we can do. In this world, the strong are the truth, the winner takes all, and the weak can only stand aside and watch."
Hearing the double-entendre taunt, Hela felt a strong sense of humiliation.
It was as if the precious thing that he had cherished so long was snatched away in front of him, ravaged, and turned into a dirty state.
Looking at the little girl's slightly red eyes, Freya, who had been used as a palu by someone for a long time, felt secretly happy and could not help but continue to warm up:
"But don't worry, I will treat your teacher well and will enjoy the meal. I will make sure not a drop of it is wasted..."
Just as Freya was about to further appreciate Hela's angry expression, a low voice came to her ears:
"Really? Then I have to prepare well..."
Those light words fell into Freya's ears like a bolt from the blue.
The Valkyrie turned her head stiffly and looked at the demon behind her who was smiling but not smiling. The shame and fear that were engraved in her bones surged into her heart. She shuddered and hurriedly explained:
"I meant dinner."
"Me too……"
Lorne replied with a smile, his eyes meaningful.
If you can't beat me, go bully my students, Freya, that's all you can do.
If you continue to be dishonest, it's time to review some games that entertain yourself.
Or, I'll treat you to a good meal myself?
Freya knew something was wrong and wanted to turn around and run away, but the familiar feeling of pulling the strings instantly controlled her actions, leaving her wanting to cry but unable to.
You've gone too far, you're done for!
"Have a meal and I'll be back. You should get some rest early."
Lorne said goodbye to Hela with a smile, then grabbed Freya's arm and dragged the Valkyrie, who had been a little jumpy recently, into the darkness.
However, Hela looked at the man and woman who were tugging at each other and walking away, and the unwillingness hidden in her eyes erupted like a flame.
Not strong enough! It’s because I’m not strong enough! That’s why I lost to the teacher!
Just wait, I will beat you soon!
Hela's clenched silver teeth left a bloody mark on her cherry lips, and her eyes like the night sky flickered faintly.
However, in order to achieve this goal, she still has to make a lot of preparations.
For example, first create a magic weapon for yourself that can rival the Sword of Victory?
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"You want to create a divine weapon?"
Holo, who was pulled out of the bed, heard Hela's request for advice. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered with a dark face.
"Why are you looking for me? Go find the dwarves. They are the most outstanding craftsmen in the Nine Realms. Even Odin's Eternal Spear was forged by them."
Hearing this, Hela's eyes lit up and she rushed into the Rainbow Bridge without saying a word.
"Wait a minute, do you have money?"
Holo quickly grabbed Hela and reminded her unhappily,
"Those dwarves are notoriously greedy for money. Even if Odin wants them to help him, he has to pay a full amount of gold."
Hila was slightly stunned, then said coldly with a straight face:
"I don't have money, but I want things too!"
"It's not impossible, but you have to listen to me."
Holo rolled her eyes, and a trickle of sparkling saliva unconsciously slipped from the corner of her mouth.
And considering the friendship they had grown up together, Hela nodded without hesitation.
As the teacher's eldest daughter, Holo seems to have inherited that cunning nature and usually has the most ideas.
So, almost every time it was Holo who came up with the idea, she took action, and then they split the benefits in half.
This time is no exception.
In the thick night, two small figures bit each other's ears, looking towards the gloomy dwarf kingdom with dim eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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