You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"I don't want to get up." The white-haired girl buried herself deeper into the bed, the black-haired young man sighed, and patiently turned to the other side.

"It's a bad habit to stay up during the day and stay up at night," Moros said.

"What's wrong." Prometheus argued.

"It's against the weather." Moros said solemnly, "You see, we can only see clearly during the day, so when the sun rises, we should get up, and when the sun sleeps, we should sleep."

"It's unreasonable, Apollo also has a nightlife." Prometheus argued.

Moros sat down.

"Breakfast is getting cold," Moros said.

"What did you do?" The girl revealed a small head from under the quilt.

"Muffins," Moros said.

The girl sat up all of a sudden, "Sweet or salty."

"Sweet," Moros replied.

"You said it earlier, I would have woken up earlier." The girl said dissatisfiedly, she jumped off the bed, went to find her shoes with bare feet, put them on, rubbed her eyes and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up up.

"Also, that's not how it's used against the weather." She leaned out of the bathroom and said.

"I think it should be used like this." Moros stretched vigorously and said.

"You think, well, that must be the case," Prometheus said perfunctorily, and Moros heard her turn on the tap, and he walked out.

Here comes the season of continuous autumn rain, the goats are huddling together to keep warm, the grapes have been harvested, everyone is going to stay at home and wait for the arrival and end of winter, and then start the new year's work.

It is good to be able to enter the half year of leisure, but there are also disadvantages, that is, Prometheus is less and less fond of getting up early.

"Hibernation, I need hibernation." The girl said earnestly, holding a fork on a muffin, "People always have to hibernate."

"Man doesn't need hibernation," Moros said, sitting down. "Gods don't need it, bears need it."

"Frogs need it too," Prometheus added, "and hedgehogs, lynxes, squirrels, bats, all need hibernation."

Moros thought for a moment and decided to defeat magic with magic.

"First of all, if you want to hibernate, you have to fatten up first." Moros stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's face. "If you didn't go directly to hibernation, you would starve yourself to death."

"It seems to make sense." The girl said vaguely with a fork in her mouth.

"So you should eat a little more before you can start hibernating." Moros let out a sigh, feeling that his task seemed to have been successfully completed, "Look at bears or something, if you don't eat enough food, maybe you will die." Starved to death in hibernation."

Then he heard that the girl seemed to understand something.

"But gods won't be starved to death." The girl raised a finger and said.

Why are you the smartest in the world, Moros couldn't help thinking.

He took a bite of the muffin, and felt a little uneasy.

It may be that I have poured too much honey.

However, Prometheus had no objection to this, she ate mouthful after mouthful, thinking about something absently.

"Oh, when is it snowing, I want to make a snowman." She said.

"When the autumn rain passes, it will probably start to snow," Moros said. "You can also check the weather forecast."

"Oh, that doesn't need to be so troublesome." The Prophet calculated with his fingers, "It will snow in about a month, well, it should be at 39:[-] am on December [-]st, and the snow will not be very heavy. Big, but it will be down for about ten hours, and then there will be a big drop in temperature."

She couldn't be happier with the result.

Yes, their family really didn't need a weather forecast.

To know when it will rain or snow, why not ask the amazing god of prophecy.

The magical god of prophecy is now looking for the remote control to read the weather forecast.

One can't help but wonder if her motives are somewhat impure.

"Well, after all, the host of the weather forecast station is very cute, and the cat is really amazing." The girl said enthusiastically, "I think the ginger cat is definitely one of the warmest and most beautiful animals in the world. "

"But it's very fat and edible." Moros picked up the plate, put it in the sink, checked the temperature, turned it into hot water, and prepared to start washing the dishes. "You can make lunch."

"You have to have confidence in yourself before you can make delicious food." Prometheus raised his hand and said, "You can't always think that what I make must be bad, and then it will indeed become bad." have eaten."

"No, my confidence in myself is that if there is a kitchen accident competition, I will definitely win the first place." Moros said, "I would like to ask Hephaestus to build me an armor, and then do it meal."

"You can't put water in the oil pan." The girl couldn't help but raised her hand to cover her eyes. She hugged a soft rag doll and stared at the TV screen seriously, "It's started."

"Today is the Sanhuamao photoshoot," the girl said.

Moros couldn't help but feel that the weather forecaster walked around with a cat on the side at every turn just to appeal to an audience like her.

"It's raining in places. It's snowing in places.

Some places are windy.

do you care

No, you don't care.You only care about which cat is on camera today. "

Moros said mutteringly.

"I feel so guilty for what you said." Prometheus covered his eyes, "You have changed."

Moros couldn't help laughing and pushed the washed dishes into the dryer.

"Isn't it forced by you?"

"A guy like you who is always messing around will turn all the young ladies into shrews sooner or later," Moros said.

"So you are the eldest lady." The girl said with a smile, put her arms around his shoulders, and put the weight of her whole body on him. The black-haired youth chose to give up struggling.

After thousands of years of hard work, although you can fight this guy for a few rounds in this regard, you will always lose.

The girl's purple eyes stared earnestly at the changes in the satellite cloud image. She raised a hand and gestured.

"What's wrong?" Moros asked.

"It's nothing." She picked up an unfinished sweater and decided to continue working hard. "It just feels that it has become colder in recent years. If this is the case, the arable land and livable areas will begin to change."

"The situation in the world will change again." She said briskly, and quickly opened the sweater in her hand. Moros was often surprised by the degree of ingenuity of this girl. She can learn the most complicated tricks with just a glance, and then apply them to into her new sweater.

She plans to wear a red sweater with white snowflakes on it, which looks very wintery.

Then she picked it up and gestured to Moros, "This one is for you."

She fished out a ball of blue wool from the drawer, "I'm going to make this for myself."

"Shouldn't I be blue in general?" Moros asked softly.

"But you like red." Prometheus said briskly, "What you like is more important than what you should be."

"And what's more, it should be like this, is it really like this?"

She said with a smile, her fingers drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and she manipulated the sweater needle to move quickly.

"Tell me, should I wear a sweater for every sheep?" the girl suggested enthusiastically.

"But aren't they already dressed?"

Moros replied, looking down at the most recent letters he had received, wondering which one he should answer first.

"Oh, yes." The girl replied.

"Then let's make one for the shepherd dog." The girl touched her chin and said.

Moros is tempted to say that collies have dog fur coats.

But he held back.

Because he suddenly began to wonder what the black and white dog would look like running on the snow in a silly sweater.

And it's not easy to fully integrate with the snow like this.

"Very well, give it a brighter color," Moros planned, "or green."

Prometheus thought for a few seconds.

"No." She said softly, "It's still yellow, yellow."

"Then it's yellow." Moros remonstrated.

"Do you want to knit a rabbit ear for it?" The girl picked up a knitting magazine and muttered that she seemed to have seen something similar.

"Forget it, why don't I knit a rabbit ear for you." She suddenly found some strange unfolding, and said happily.

Moros reached out and touched the top of his head.

If she really did this, she would definitely be laughed to death by the three Furies.

But let them laugh, Moros thought, "Okay," he replied.

Prometheus turned to the rabbit's ears, looked at it carefully for a while, and decided to improve it. She was a little startled when she heard the young man's agreement.

"Huh?" She raised her eyes in confusion.

The dark-haired young man smiled at her.

"Yes, yes, but to be fair, you have to weave one for yourself." The God of Destiny said with a serious face.

The girl laughed.

"Okay, okay, it's settled." She said happily, "One person, one person, go out together."

"Yes." Moros held out a hand, "pull the hook."

"Okay, I solemnly swear by my godhead and power." The girl raised a hand, "I will never slip away by myself after cheating Moros, the God of Destiny."

"Is that okay?" she asked with a smile.

Moros smiled too.

"Yes." He said with a smile, and stood up, "Shall I drink tea or coffee? I'll make some."

"It's all right." The girl responded.

Moros picked up the teapot, filled it with water and started to boil it, opened the refrigerator, the warm yellow light came out, and the rain was still falling. It was a morning just like everyone else.

But it took them thousands of years to wait.

"I'm going to feed the sheep. You can order some tea." Moros said, took the raincoat and walked out.

"Yeah, go back to the house early."

"Ok."

(Finish)

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The next new book: "Miss Savior refuses to lie down and win"

There is a prophecy in the middle ages of a different world that a drifter witch from another world will become the savior of this world

Abigail is an ordinary middle school girl. As a contemporary girl, there is no problem in becoming a witch.

So she was lured into this world by a dark voice, and then found herself becoming a witch in the age of rampant witch hunting.

The prophecy told her, it doesn't matter, as the savior, you are here to win, you can easily become the strongest, you will be loved by all the chosen ones, and you will find a magic weapon every time you fall

Abigail thought in her heart that it would be nice not to be a ghost.

After a few years of study, she found that she had reached the full level. As a middle school girl, of course she decided to go out for a while. The prison is full of talented people who speak nicely. I have to go and see.

Then, as a matter of course, she was sent to the stake, and the night before the execution, some young priest released her

There is also a prophecy in this different world that God will meet an apostle who will guide her

Linus is an unusual priest, as a priest who loves to read forbidden books and think wildly is a very bad thing

One day he decided to give up his promising career to become a heretic, and it would be a good thing to release the little girl in prison before leaving

Then she wrapped herself up

So the will of the world wept bitterly, there are so many candidates you don't choose, why did you choose a choice that is not in the options at all?

And this one was originally a villain

Linus thought, he's a heretic, not an apostle

The apostle will not top the most wanted list of outstanding young people, nor will he need to sleep on the street, nor will he be chased and scolded every day, trying to arrest him

However, gradually, as he gradually learned some secrets, he thought, if she is a god, he doesn't want her to suddenly have some kind of guide

Abigail made the will of the world gradually lose its dreams. How did you turn the lie-win mode into a hard mode? You don’t want the free treasures and admirers.

However, Abigail expressed that she was very happy. She chose the guide, entangled him, observed him, locked him up, and then found that even if she didn't become a god, she still made money

What's more, I am the god of the future, of course I have to choose the world I prefer

As a savior, I don't like those fanatics who regard me as a superior, and I don't like those careerists who regard me as a subordinate. I only choose the person who regards me as a superior. What's wrong?

Miss Savior decided to decline to lie down and win the script. God came for the world he wanted

Overhead mid-century background, steampunk setting, heroine's force ceiling, middle school sand sculpture, chaotic kindness, traditional witch, beautiful and seductive, male protagonist is gentle and weak, knowledgeable and talented, dedicated and persistent, 1v1