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

Cyclops came as promised and brought a well-made lightning rod. The young prince expressed his respect and gratitude to him. He turned his eyes to the side and found the girl in black.

The young girl looked very indifferent to everyone, completely different from the sharp and sharp goddess he saw in hell that day. She was holding a bundle of dry firewood and was about to open up a small piece of land and start doing something. something to eat.

"What are you up to?" the Cyclops walked over and said, leaning down.

"Roast some fragrant leaves and eat them with raisins." The girl raised her head and showed a faint smile, "Congratulations, you have succeeded."

"You don't need to do this kind of work like lighting a fire." Cyclops asked softly.

"No." The girl said with a smile, and piled the firewood on the ground, "I really like it."

The Cyclops sat down, and the girl grabbed him a handful of raisins, and the flames scorched the stone slab.

The raisins are very sweet, but a little

"You still have this talent." Cyclops couldn't help but said.

"I'm not a pure lunatic." The girl said casually, "In essence, I'm a little girl after all."

Cyclops was silent for a moment.

The girl sighed, "Nobody believes me when I say this."

"It's really difficult for people to react for a while." Cyclops said.

"So what do you think a little girl should look like?" The girl put the leaf under her nose and sniffed it, as if she was satisfied with the spice, put it in her pocket, and blinked her special purple eyes, Showed a bit of curiosity.

"At least it shouldn't look like you," the Cyclops whispered.

"Really, I'm so sad," the girl replied. It was hard to hear the sadness commensurate with her tone. She picked up a wooden stick and fiddled with the fire. "There are many spices in the world. At first, I couldn't distinguish There is no good taste, but after roasting, there will be strange changes."

"I searched for many kinds," she said with a smile, jotting down the name of another spice on the dry, limp palm leaves.

"I thought a smart person like you would disdain these things." Cyclops smiled.

The girl smiled, picked up a raisin and put it in her mouth, "Speaking of which, you came here more because of hatred or hope."

"It's hatred," said the Cyclops honestly. "It's too late for a man like me to talk about hope."

"So what priesthood will you be given in the future? I'm really curious." The Cyclops looked at the girl, "In charge of life, or wisdom?"

"I will not be crowned." The girl said flatly, "I am destined not to be crowned by a god king in this life."

The most important node in a god's life is wearing a crown. Only after wearing a crown will he be given the power to manage the world, have his own power, and cultivate his own beliefs.

Not wearing a crown means that her name will be quickly forgotten, and she will not be able to be on the top of the gods, let alone climb the holy mountain, and will not enjoy offerings and praises.

Before her, the Cyclops had never heard of a god of noble birth like her who voluntarily gave up wearing a crown.

"Did you really decide that?" asked the Cyclops, "so why did you take part in the uprising?"

"No reason." The girl smiled and said, the sun shone on her body, outlining a faint golden halo, with a kind of sacred and soft brilliance, "Just pretend that my energy has nowhere to vent. "

She is lying.

She was a liar in the first place, her plan was precise and ruthless, severely wounding Typhon, crusade against the king of gods, everything was proceeding according to her plan.

The way the young Zeus looked at her was always complicated and subtle.

"What's the matter?" the girl asked softly, "I still haven't slept so late." She curled up by the fire, looking like a well-behaved rabbit.

"I'm thinking about one thing." Zeus said softly, "My two brothers, Poseidon and Hades, want to compete with me for the position of King of the Sky."

"Hades said that he is the eldest son, and Poseidon said that he got the greatest credit when he attacked Typhon." Zeus said softly, poking the fire to make it burn more vigorously.

"I'm going to fight Cronus soon, it's not good for you to discuss this kind of thing at this time."

The girl put her chin on her lap and said lazily, she stretched out a slender finger and played with curling her hair.

"I don't know why, so I got into a dispute." Zeus said.

Prometheus looked at the flames, looking tired.

"Tell them tomorrow that after the end, I will help you choose the king of the sky." The girl said softly, "Guarantee fairness and justice, and let everyone's hearts be convinced."

Zeus seemed to hesitate to speak.

"I will make you the king of the gods." The girl seemed to have seen through something, and said wearily and lazily, "Do you believe me?"

Zeus seemed to hesitate, but he nodded anyway.

"I believe you."

"To be honest, you make me feel uneasy." He said softly, "Do you have any rewards you want, I can give you all of them."

"Or what priesthood do you want?"

The girl smiled lightly and shook her head.

"I heard that you have obtained the most profound wisdom from Lord Chaos." Zeus asked tentatively, but he only spoke half of the words, and the girl smiled and replied.

"Yes." She lifted her chin lightly, "but I am different from Metis."

"I can feel that you are much smarter than her," Zeus said.

"That's not true." Prometheus sighed a little. "Speaking of which, gods can gain their power by devouring their own kind."

"However, there are some small conditions for obtaining a power, some powers or blessings." Zeus said, "I heard Metis say that you cannot be crowned by the monarch in this life."

"Yes." Prometheus nodded.

"It's really a tricky condition." Zeus said softly, "If my dynasty does not have you, I really feel very sorry."

The girl's face was bright and dark behind the firelight, and she smiled softly, "You will have an incomparably brilliant dynasty, and you will have many gods with wisdom and vision."

"So how are you going to convince my brothers?" Zeus decided to change the subject.

"You have drawn lots." Prometheus said softly, "Since everyone wants to be the king of the sky, then one lot is the king of the sky, two lots are the king of the sea, and two lots are the king of the underworld."

"Whoever draws gets what he gets." Prometheus spread his hands, "It's fair."

She leaned over and whispered softly in Zeus' ear for a while.

Cronus was defeated and fell, and his three sons sat down in the clearing on Mount Olympus, where the cloud seemed so low that it seemed impossible to reach out and grab it.

Prometheus showed the signature in his hand.

"You can check it, there is no mark on it." The girl smiled and handed the signature to Poseidon. Poseidon passed it to Hades after reading it, and Hades gave it to Poseidon after reading it Zeus.

"You won't be partial to Zeus, are you?" Poseidon asked, "After all, you have always been his friend."

"That's true." The girl smiled and said, "So Zeus should be the last one to get the lottery."

"Hades first, Poseidon second, Zeus third, is this order okay?"

Hades and Poseidon looked at each other and nodded together, "Yes, that's it."

"So, we leave the judgment to God." The girl smiled and said, the wind blew her hair, and she raised her hand to press it down, "Let fate choose who is the king of the sky and who is the king of the sky." who is the king of the sea, who is the king of Hades."

Zeus' heart skipped a beat.

That night, the girl told him to take the first one.

However, at this time, he was the last one to get it, how could he ensure that his two older brothers would not take that one away.

"No." Prometheus said softly, "Most of them will start from the middle when picking the lottery." She said with a smile, her eyes gleaming with extraordinary confidence, "This is the rule."

Every time their accommodation and food were prepared by this girl, Zeus noticed it later, and sure enough his comrades took food and chose tents from the middle.

The teenage girl said she enjoyed doing these things.

She might not have been observing and planning this trick from the very beginning.

Hades stretched out his hand, and Zeus' heart rose.

Then he took the one in the middle.

"Hades." The girl said in a singing tone, "Congratulations, King of Hades."

Poseidon seemed to be relieved, he stretched out his hand, touched the one next to him, and then his eyes suddenly grew, full of displeasure.

"Ocean?" he said irritably. "What if Zeus pulled out Hades or the ocean too."

"Then start again." Prometheus said without hesitation, "Okay, then Zeus will smoke."

Zeus met those purple eyes, which were bottomless and extremely wise. He stretched out his hand, seeing it tremble a little, and he picked up the first stick.

"Sky." Several people read that word.

He drew a lottery symbolizing the sky, the king of the sky was born, and the god of the gods was also born.

The girl raised her hand and applauded.

"Congratulations, Zeus." She said with a smile, Hades quickly turned over the rest of the sticks and found that there was no problem, his face quickly turned black and gray.

This is the choice of fate, and they admit it reluctantly.

"Congratulations to the god of the gods." The king of the ocean and the king of the underworld bowed their heads and said.

Zeus walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

Mount Olympus is so high that it is dizzying.