"Are all people from your Centaurus Galaxy such big eaters?"
Jennifer, having settled back into her seat, clutched her wine glass, taking a sip of her favorite vintage to calm her nerves.
As rebels, they didn't have much money to begin with. As their leader, she would agonize over ordering a single dish every time they went out.
And now, they had completely cleared out the tavern's food supply.
A tenth of the meager savings she had painstakingly accumulated over the years through frugality had just been spent.
Jennifer's face was etched with worry.
They weren't rebels who sought to be appeased by outside forces under the guise of rebellion. If they managed to have a budget surplus during their annual year-end summary, it would be an occasion worth celebrating with drums and gongs.
And this was all on the condition that their military supplies were either seized or stolen.
Rebel forces without external capital support didn't live as carefree a life as outsiders might imagine.
"Is this a lot?"
Beckett glanced over and retorted.
He had always eaten this much since he was a child, was it really that much?
It was clearly these people who ate too little.
"Forget it, forget it."
Suddenly remembering that the person before her was apparently the crown prince of the entire Centaurus Galaxy, Jennifer dejectedly waved her hand, deciding it was best not to engage too much with such a wealthy individual who didn't understand the cost of living.
She might just get angry enough to die.
"Let's talk business, since the boss still needs to get more food."
Jennifer forcibly changed the subject.
She had originally planned to talk while eating, but now, what was there to talk about?
"I've already contacted my teacher. I'll take you to see him in three days. Then, if the teacher agrees, we'll head directly to Knowhere Control Center. Robin lives there."
With the Infinity Stone in her teacher's possession, combined with the two Infinity Stones in Beckett's hands, the power of three Infinity Stones united would surely be enough to deal with that Robin! Jennifer didn't believe they couldn't kill him!
"It doesn't matter."
Confident in his own strength, Beckett was not concerned with Jennifer's arrangements.
All he could think about was whether he would truly be able to find the Soul Stone as he wished after this transaction.
And also, the Power Stone hidden within this woman.
As Jennifer drank her wine, her chin-length blonde hair was clearly reflected in Beckett's eyes through the bottom of the glass.
Woz's analysis had made it clear: the power this woman had used earlier likely came from the Power Stone, one of the six Infinity Stones.
Bringing back two Infinity Stones at once, Father should be very happy.
As he drank, Jennifer's chatter gradually faded from his ears, and Beckett fell into thought.
Speaking of which, he already had the Mind and Reality Infinity Stones. He had a map for the Soul Stone, and the Power Stone was with this rebel leader. According to Malekith, the Space Stone was with Odin in Asgard.
Then, what about the remaining Time Stone?
Where was the Time Stone?
Unconsciously, Beckett, who now knew the whereabouts of five stones, naturally began to ponder the location of the last one, the Time Stone.
The result was naturally a complete blank.
Up to this point, he hadn't even heard any information that hinted at the appearance of the Time Stone.
The meal continued until sunset, and neither of them had left.
Beckett continued his thoughts, while the talkative Jennifer kept chattering until her mouth was stuffed with the food on the table.
The tavern, with its food supply restored, resumed its nightly revelry, with dreamlike lights flickering across everyone's faces.
Hela, still clad in a black tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her impressive figure, pushed open the door and sat down at the bar, casually ordering a drink. Her dark hair swayed gently to the rhythm of the music.
She appeared at ease.
"You, are you back to find something you left here?"
Ego, his attire exuding an aristocratic aura, appeared beside Hela like a phantom.
Leaning his elbows on the edge of the bar, he turned his head, his gaze fixed on Hela, who had stopped swaying.
"For example?" Hela brushed her hair, which reached her chest, with her right hand, her tongue swirling the ice cubes that disappeared into her mouth with the wine.
"For example, this."
Ego produced a pair of black sunglasses and placed them gentlemanly within Hela's reach.
Hela raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I'd be back here tonight?"
"I told you, I am a God, didn't I?" Ego took the drink handed to him by a server and raised his glass.
"Would a God be so bored as to be in a place like this?" Hela turned her head, bracing her arms on the bar as a server poured her drink, and asked playfully.
"Who knows, Goddess of Death of Asgard?"
Hela swirled the glass in her hand, the hazy light refracting through the ice, casting a dreamlike hue on her cheek.
"Cheers?" Ego initiated, raising his glass further towards Hela.
"Cheers." Hela glanced at it, lifting the glass by its rim with her right hand. The thick base of her glass gently clinked against Ego's.
The sound of ice cubes and liquor colliding with the glass walls was exceptionally crisp.
Thump!
A massive figure suddenly flew from a spot not far from the bar, landing at Hela and Ego's feet.
The dim lighting, no longer dreamlike, now illuminated a scene stained with blood.
The already unfazed bartender silently dragged the corpse away. In this place beyond Knowhere's jurisdiction, a drunken brawl resulting in death was commonplace.
Everyone here was out for themselves, and it was normal to be hot-blooded.
"Anyone else?"
Hela paused her drinking as the voice struck her as incredibly familiar.
Following the sound, she saw Beckett, clad in loose combat gear, holding a burly man in one hand, standing over a woman whose life was uncertain, while his crimson tail was wrapped around a dwarf who was gradually ceasing to struggle.
"A bunch of weaklings."
With a cold snort, Beckett ended the lives of all four.
The cold corpses fell to the ground, causing all the onlookers to clear a path.
"Beckett?"
"Hela?"
With no obstruction, Beckett easily spotted Hela at the bar, and she likewise saw him with no difficulty.
"Jennifer?"
"Ego?"
Ego never dreamed that after dumping his woman, he'd find himself drinking with that extraterrestrial visitor in this very bar. Jennifer, on the other hand, never imagined she'd run into Ego, with whom she'd just broken up, here.
The hazy light was no longer dreamlike, and Ego's expression gradually turned grim.
This was especially true when he saw Beckett turn and say "Let's go" to Jennifer, who was standing behind him.
"You know that guy?"
Gazing at Beckett and Jennifer as they walked further away, Ego asked in a low voice.
"Son of Thanos, overlord of the Centaurus Galaxy, Beckett. What, interested in him?"
Hela watched Ego's reaction with amusement. She had seen the footage of Ego and Jennifer, and thanks to Robin's plan, she knew exactly why Beckett and Jennifer were together.
But Ego, it seemed, didn't.
A playful smirk grew on Hela's lips. She casually snapped her fingers at the bartender, stating her request.
Soon, a fine brew was freshly prepared.
"Have a drink?"
Hela held the glass out to Ego, the liquor a vibrant green.
Thanks to [Lone Moon Ling] for the tip~
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