Chapter 1628 Fishing Day (Twenty-One).

"There is another very important thing you don't realize." Hela pointed out: "Asgard's genetic inheritance is quite stable, and there is no upper limit. It can continue to increase."

"Basically, each God King is stronger than the previous one, and the upper limit is also higher. This is the result of positive genetic inheritance. Although there are occasional exceptions, it does not prevent the general situation from being so."

Loki frowned. She felt that some key points were vaguely circling in her mind, but she couldn't grasp them immediately.

Suddenly, she had an idea and thought of some concepts she came into contact with when she worked in the human financial world.

"The limit... our limit is constantly increasing! And the desire for destruction will make us borrow more debts until one day we can't pay it back."

Loki felt cold sweat crawling on her back. The cold wind blew, chilling her hair to her feet. She pursed her lips and said, "This is all too coincidental. Is it really just a natural phenomenon of the reincarnation of the world tree?"

"So, now you should know why Frigga has high hopes for you. It's the same reason why I wanted to choose you."

Loki was stunned and opened her mouth slowly. Hela turned her head and said, "If Asgard doesn't pass on some wisdom genes, it will really perish with a brain full of muscles."

"You mean..."

Loki was so surprised that she couldn't speak. She didn't expect that the facts were actually completely opposite to what she imagined, or the same, but even worse.

She felt that the rough men in Asgard did not appreciate her at all when she was a man, and Frigga did not particularly value her marriage at that time, but when she became a woman, they became anxious about it because they did not think she had personal charm, but only valued her reproductive value.

But the fact is that her reproductive value is indeed very valuable, but the reason for her preciousness is precisely her smart brain. The gene inheritance of most gods is relatively stable. The children born by the strong are also strong, and the children born by the smart are also smart.

Since it has been realized that the road of destruction by war is a dead end, and there are conditions to embark on the road of transformation, it is urgent to have more descendants with wisdom and strategic ability.

Although Loki is actually a frost giant, if she combines with the Aesir, she should also follow the law of positive gene inheritance of the gods, that is, she is very likely to give birth to children who are smarter than most Asgardians.

"But, but if I were a man, I could also pass on the gene of wisdom, right? Then why didn't Frigga..."

"She did it for your own good." Hela sighed softly and said, "The physique of the women of the Aesir is not as good as that of men, at least on average they are weaker than men. If you combine a man with a congenitally weak body with a weaker woman, how can you guarantee the health of your child?"

"Uh..." Loki choked, and then she said in disbelief, "So if I combine with a strong man as a relatively weak but intelligent woman, I can pass on wisdom and guarantee health? Father of the Gods..."

"More than that." Hela obviously saw it more clearly than Loki, who was confused by the authorities. She said with a little thought, "The rules of the game set by Frigga are actually to select the smarter ones among the strong Asgardian men."

"First of all, they must be smart enough to find you who are hiding. A reckless man who can only charge has no such opportunity. Secondly, they may have to set up Traps or ways to convince you, it is difficult to subdue you with pure force, so they must have a certain degree of circuitous thinking and eloquence. "

Hela sighed and said: "As far as I know, Asgard men who can pass these two levels are already considered to be smarter among them, and Thor may not be able to do it. "

Loki is now in a state of splitting. Hela glanced at her and said: "But this is not forced. If this can prompt you to find your true love quickly, then Frigga will not object, because we all believe that you will not find a fool. "

Loki was stunned for a while before he spoke: "You reminded me of one thing-if I don’t find a strong enough person to combine, my offspring may be at risk of inheriting my weak constitution. "

Loki’s tone has already been filled with a strong anxiety before she finished speaking. Although she has not considered having children at all, whether as a man or a woman, she has begun to feel suffocated as soon as she thinks of such a thing that may happen in the future.

Loki is not sure whether she will have plans to reproduce in the future, but she cannot accept that some defects will eliminate this possibility. In this regard, being a man or a woman is not the primary consideration. The most important thing is to ensure the survival rate of future children as much as possible in the choice of a partner.

But having a healthy body is not enough. As Frigga judged, Loki cannot accept having offspring with a fool. It would be a headache to have both.

When Loki returned to Schiller and Natasha after delivering the things, her eyes changed a little when she looked at everyone. She first looked at Schiller from head to toe, then turned to look at Natasha, then set her eyes on Gwen, and then turned her eyes back to Schiller. Her movements and expressions were a bit like picking meat in the market.

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking, what happened? Why did Loki suddenly change from an object being stared at to a subject staring at others? What happened that he didn't know just now that changed Loki?

But he just sat there calmly, nodded to Loki and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Loki was no longer uncomfortable. She pulled over the fishing stool and sat down, put her fishing rod upright and started to hang the bait. She turned to Schiller and said, "It's not hard. Where are you talking about?"

"We are talking about one Gwen and thousands of Peter Parkers." Natasha glanced at the distance between Loki and Schiller and found that it was safe. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "And which one of them should Gwen invite to the next rock concert."

"I won't ask them." Gwen threw the fish she had just caught to the ground, but because she didn't have the precise technique like Schiller, the fish jumped more happily after being thrown by her.

Schiller stood up, walked to the side of Gwen Spider-Man, half-knelt down and grabbed the fish, pinched the tail near the root, and then threw the head to the ice. With a "snap", the fish fainted.

Gwen Spider-Man looked at Schiller's neat and tidy movements and raised her eyebrows. She smiled brightly at Schiller and said, "That's amazing, Dean. I didn't expect you to have this skill. Teach me!"

Schiller adjusted his posture, then rolled up his sleeves to reveal a part of his arm. He pointed at the fish on the ground and said, "You just took it too far forward and hit its belly. The lower abdominal muscles have the most reflex nerves, which will make it jump higher."

"So you have to take the tail and then hit the head? Well, Dean, it seems you have to wait here for a while, wait for my next fish to be hooked, and you can see if I did it right."

"Wait, why do you call him Dean?" Loki asked curiously.

"In Dream Academy, I applied to Dean Rodriguez's academy." Gwen Spider-Man shrugged and said, "Because I don't have much time to go to class, but I need credits, the dean will make it easy for me, right?"

"In fact, Miss Gwen, if you put one-tenth of your passion for rock music into studying, you will be quite outstanding."

Gwen Spider-Man smiled brightly again, showing a mouthful of neat teeth. When the next fish was hooked, she rolled up her sleeves, and her slightly baby-fat forearms looked like a white lotus root.

Gwen Spider-Man grabbed the fish's tail and threw it to the ground. As a result, the fish may have been too strong, and it flew towards Schiller.

A hand much stronger than Gwen quickly and forcefully pressed the fish's head, and smoothly turned the whole fish over.

"Since you can't control the strength well, Miss, I suggest you use a knife. Have you killed a fish before?"

"Not yet, but can I try using the knife next to your seat?"

Gwen Spider-Man seemed a little excited. She stood up and nimbly ran past Schiller, took the knife that Schiller had used to cut the fish, and half-knelt down to face Schiller.

"Uh, how should I cut? Should I stab it directly?"

"No, this requires a method. Live fish are usually more difficult to kill because they may struggle or have nerve reflexes, but if you learn it, it's not difficult to kill a fainted fish."

Schiller held the fish's lower abdomen with one hand to help Gwen solve the most violent part of the bounce. The index finger of one hand pointed to the bottom of the fish gills and said: "Tilt your knife 45 degrees to the right, with the tip of the knife against the lower half of the fish gills, and then cut decisively. The speed must be fast, otherwise the blood may flow back and affect the taste."

"Swish!"

"Is that so?" Gwen Spider-Man stabbed the tip of the knife in according to Schiller's method, and then, as if she had learned it by herself, she used her wrist to rotate the tip of the knife, cut it down hard, and slid it outward, and the fish gills were shaved off.

Schiller seemed to feel surprised. He looked up at Gwen Spider-Man. Natasha, who was sitting opposite, almost had her hair standing up when she saw Schiller's look. Her hair stood on end.

What's scarier than a murderer wanting to have a "bloody love story" with a woman? It's a murderer wanting to have another "How a murderer is made" behind this story!

"Gwen, do you like fish?" Natasha asked almost gritting her teeth.

Gwen Spider-Man was initially puzzled by the anger in Natasha's tone, but she was obviously the kind of girl who often speculated about the development of love in TV dramas with her bestie, so she immediately thought of the plots in some love dramas.

Gwen Spider-Man's eyes first stayed on Schiller's face, then turned to Natasha, and then turned back to Schiller, with "something wrong with you two" written all over her face.

Schiller picked up the knife and processed the fish as quickly as possible. He put the fish meat back into the ice, walked back to his seat, turned to look at Loki and said, "What did you do just now? It shouldn't take that long to go back to the cabin to deliver something, right?"

Loki, contrary to her previous confused posture, deliberately leaned slightly towards Schiller, put her elbow on the armrest on that side and said, "I talked to Thor and Hela about the internal affairs of Asgard for a while."

For some purpose, Loki did not tell the truth completely, and Schiller's point was: "Is Hela here too?"

"Well, she may be fishing with Professor Charles and others."

"Your Highness Hela, I didn't expect you to be interested in fishing." Charles smiled and greeted Hela.

Hela rarely showed a smile, she nodded, then turned her eyes to the distance, and said in an inexplicable tone:

"Yes, I love fishing. I just threw a good bait."

Fishing everything will only make me never empty-handed