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

"The great king of the gods has decided that if you have nothing to say, you will face a more tragic fate."

Hermes said, he gave up his usual frivolity, maybe because he felt that this kind of time was not suitable, he didn't turn his head to look at the prisoner.

Although he has seen all kinds of horrible and bloody scenes, for the same kind, he still can't completely overcome his heart. The girl knelt on the ground with her head down, her wrist was pulled up by the chain, and she pulled out an overwhelmed Radian, although she will not die, the exhaustion of vitality is still manifested naturally.

Her hair and eyelashes turned as white as snow.

This is a sign of decline.

The power of the gods is related to the believers who still remember his name. This girl's name is being quickly obliterated by the king of the gods, and the humans on the ground are quickly forgetting her.

Although she had no believers in the first place.

Her strength is already very weak.

"Maybe you will find me annoying." Hermes sat down, "but why don't you find a better way for yourself?"

"Give birth to an excellent heir and enjoy offerings together."

"That's fine." Prometheus whispered, "I don't find you annoying either."

Hermes was slightly taken aback.

"After all, you are just a microphone. Even if I scold you, can you still go back and scold Zeus?" The girl coughed lightly and said softly.

Hermes shook his head, "No."

"Even if I say that Zeus will die tomorrow." Prometheus laughed, "You will tell him when you go back, and I said I will think about it."

"That's true." Hermes also smiled, "But I still have a problem with this matter, after all his family includes me."

He heard the girl laugh, as if he was choking on his own blood, and he wondered in his heart whether he should be happy for that girl.

Hermes felt that in his life, it was not bad to say that he was lucky, but it was not so good to say that he was happy.

If it is said that he is of a distinguished background, he has excellent talents, and he has met many good people. If he is not, he is actually not a happy person. His work is heavy and trivial, and he lives by looking at people's faces every day.

He is naturally good at observing words and expressions.

However, he is very satisfied with everything about himself now, and he is not a person with great ambitions after all.

He considers himself to be kind. Although he protects thieves and fraudsters, after all, there is no limit to the road, and the world is so bad that bad people appear, so they must have the means to survive.

He is very loyal to the king of the gods, but now there is still a slight ripple in his heart.

Because the king of the gods ordered that he could spread the fact that there is a goddess in the Caucasus to every corner of the world. Those hungry monsters and monsters, gods who don’t know what they are thinking in their hearts, must be ready to move about this news .

Hermes heard that Tartarus replied to Zeus, if he would send the prisoner to the abyss, they would be very happy.

But Zeus didn't seem to intend to let this girl disappear from his sight so quickly.

There seemed to be resentment rolling in his chest.

"If she doesn't plan to utter that prophecy, are you going to send the news to all the mountains and caves?"

Apollo asked, Apollo is Hermes' benefactor and friend, and he often plays games and feasts together in his free time.

Hermes sighed, picked up an apple and tossed it in his hand.

"I think this is the only thing in this world that is the most difficult for the God King to maneuver." Hermes said softly.

Apollo turned his head away slightly.

"I know." He said, his blond hair reflected brilliant colors in the sun, making his face pale and unreal for a moment.

"I do think this matter is a bit too much. For a god, it is not right to trample on dignity like this." Hermes said, "I am just telling you this idea."

"Yeah." Apollo responded, "I'm sure I won't tell anyone."

"Are you planning to do something?" Hermes asked softly.

"Me, maybe." He said calmly, his blue eyes looking at the clouds far below the mountain.

"If your wife doesn't want you, there's a free one there, Hephaestus." A god walked past Vulcan's palace, whistling.

Hephaestus was looking at the tiara in his hand. People often teased him, and he was used to turning a deaf ear to it, but this sentence still drifted into his ears.

What is free.

He seems to have missed something.

Hephaestus put down the hammer in his hand, and then walked to the front of the hall. Aphrodite was sitting in the front hall enjoying the cool air, waving her fan slightly in her hand. She was very neatly dressed, as if she had indeed received God. so that the arrival.

"Did the God King send any orders today?" Hephaestus asked.

Aphrodite is a bit strange, her silent husband basically doesn't talk to herself, and of course she may have been stabbed by her attitude.

Although she felt a little surprised, she still replied, "There is only one today."

"It's boring." She leaned lazily on the railing, "Probably the sinner on the Caucasus Mountain."

Hephaestus took the stick from her hand and looked at it for a moment.

There seemed to be some strange emotion on his face, which surprised Aphrodite.

"What, is she your friend?" Aphrodite asked.

"Forget it." Hephaestus replied softly.

"That's really unfortunate." Aphrodite said softly, playing with the fan with her fingers.

But she is used to this kind of behavior of Zeus, this bastard, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but a trace of darkness passed by.

Marry yourself to this male god, the ugliest male god on the whole mountain.

The euphemistic name is to prevent the gods from quarreling.

Fortunately, Hephaestus was silent and introverted most of the time, and the days were not so sad, but she still couldn't forget the humiliation.

If she herself chooses an ugly husband, it must be because she has discovered his good qualities.

But she doesn't want to be forcibly betrothed to an ugly husband, and then desperately seek out his good points in order to make herself feel better.

"Can you make a nail that can't be removed if you put something in there?" Aphrodite said.

His wife took the initiative to talk to him, and Hephaestus froze for a moment.

"Okay." Hephaestus said.

Aphrodite stretched out her hand, her graceful fingertips picked up a ribbon, and untied her belt.

"Put this on the road that must be passed." She said softly, "Maybe it can help your unfortunate friend."

Belt of Beauty.

It has an irresistible allure, and for monsters and gods with low strength, it is even impossible to move a foot from its front.

"If the god king asks, just say, I went for a walk and dropped something, you got jealous, you didn't want me to hook up with so many people, so you just nailed this artifact in place." Aphrodite said He yawned and said, "How is it?"

"Thank you." Hephaestus whispered, a shy blush appeared on his face.

Aphrodite turned her head, pretending she didn't see anything, "That's it."

I hope some hungry ghosts don't come looking for him before he hits a good guy.

A golden arrow was nailed to the monster's feet, causing the monster to tremble uncontrollably.

"Artemis, as I said, there are good hunting occasions here."

Apollo said, smiling, "Look, that one is a poisonous snake in the swamp, and that one is the famous Minotaur."

"But I want to say, does the king of the gods allow us to hunt these monsters?"

Artemis tied up her hair, "Although some of them gathered here for some unknown reason, I remember that these are monsters that he tacitly allowed to survive."

"That's why I didn't shoot him dead." Apollo said softly, "But it's really hard to come by so many, why don't we drive them to the valley over there, and then we can compete."

"Are you sure we're just having a monthly hunt?"

Artemis asked, a kind of expression of don't lie to me appeared in the blue and silver eyes.

Apollo was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"You always lie to me." Artemis couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "It seems like it's fun to lie to me."

"I don't have it." Apollo objected.

"Yes." Artemis said unhappily, "Okay, then let me ask you, what are you going to do recently?"

"Don't do anything," Apollo said, "Look at me, go to work every day, get off work, drink with people, hunt with you, what time do you have to do?"

"What are you going to do?" Artemis said displeasedly, "Is it because of my mother? Is it because the prophet encouraged you to do that kind of thing?"

"You." Apollo let out a sigh, then turned his head, "If you can kill that guy, don't you want me to go."

"Why can't I kill him, you look down on me?" Artemis said.

"Don't go." Apollo said sharply.

Artemis turned her head, "Look, don't let me go."

"It doesn't matter, the God King won't blame me." Apollo said, "It's just that I will be exiled for a while."

"Oh." Artemis said softly, "What if Mom misses you?"

"Can't you tell her not to think?" Apollo asked.

Artemis seemed to want to say something, but she shook her head, "In short, it was the prophet who instigated it. She instigated many people to do bad things, why should you believe her?"

The goddess of the moon complained finely, then she raised her bow and arrow, and shot down a monster that was trying to climb up.

"I have one, and I can help you protect her." Artemis said, "But if the king of gods troubles me, please do it for me."