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

"Yes, I am willing to sacrifice myself for her," Chiron said.

The God King's eyes flicked back and forth on his face, he had some impression of this sage, he was the son of Cronus.

However, he suddenly remembered one thing, why this god was not on the roster when he was liquidating the remnants of Kronos.

He obviously ordered the goddess to count the names of all the gods who supported him and all the gods who did not come to support him.

"How have you been these years?" Zeus asked with a smile.

"Very good." Chiron replied with a smile, "As you can see, I have suffered an injury that cannot be healed, so I hope to be relieved."

"Please let me bear the charge instead of her." He said softly.

Zeus shook his head, "I think maybe I still have a way, do you want to try it?"

"I know, there is no other way, I don't want to use any treatment to prolong my pain." Chiron said calmly, "It would be great if I could end myself here."

It was definitely the goddess who did the tricks. She was really scheming. Zeus couldn't help but think that she sold this guy a favor, and a stupid guy like him must try to repay it.

He hates such rigid idiots the most in his life. Of course, when they are enemies, if he can accept them as his own, then he likes them very much.

"I agree." Zeus said, turned and left.

Chiron walked out slowly, leaning on his crutches.

"How is it?" Hercules asked with concern.

"The God King is willing to relieve my pain." Chiron said with a smile, "Young man, you did a good job this time."

Hercules felt a certain relief in his heart, but the sadness soon came back.

"People are always going to die." Chiron said, "You will die too, and I will die too. That's fine."

Hercules nodded.

"My mission has been completed." Chiron said softly, "Actually, I want to tell you that it is a kind of luck for the old to die before the young. I don't want to see my most lovely students die one by one in my In front of me, I am still an old immortal who has not changed."

"Yeah." Hercules said softly.

"If I am deprived of eternal life, I should still have a few days to live." Chiron said, "Take me back to the world."

He put his hand on Hercules' arm, "I'm going to find a place to have a little fun."

"Okay." Hercules helped him up, "Let's go now."

"Drink as much as you want," said Hercules.

"What do you mean, do you think I'm a drunkard in your heart?" Chiron said righteously.

"Teacher, you are indeed different. You are different from all the centaurs, um, many gods." Hercules said.

"Is it because I'm particularly handsome?" Chiron said.

Hercules smiled briefly.

"Yes." He said softly, "You are the most handsome man I have ever met in my life."

Chiron used his final divine power to turn his lower body into ordinary legs. He just wanted to be an ordinary person at this time, no longer a respected teacher, nor a half-feared man. People and horses.

"One more drink," he said.

This is a tavern in the countryside, without the annoying noble rules in the city, "Is wine with water still called wine?" Chiron couldn't help but said, "Hercules, you must be bolder in the future. "

"But I don't think a hangover is good, forget it." Chiron said, he took the cup and looked at his reflection in it, "Do they want to cook pumpkin to eat, and leave me a bowl."

There was a lot of people in the tavern, it happened to be the autumn harvest season, everyone’s faces were tired and relieved, Chiron and the people at the opposite table chatted casually about pests and diseases, and Hercules’ opposite tried to discuss with him the recent Robbers on the trade roads.

"It's better not to take that road." The farmer said, "I think that gang of thieves is quite ruthless."

"Is that so?" Chiron said with a smile, and patted Hercules on the shoulder, "Why don't you take some villagers and wipe them out."

"This is my student." Chiron said proudly, "If it's him, it's absolutely fine."

"Do you need a reward?" The eyes of the villagers lit up.

"No need." Hercules said, "I'll go and have a look, teacher, please stay here first."

Chiron slightly raised his wine glass, indicating how fast he could roll.

Chiron suddenly saw a figure, he saw a white-haired girl sitting at the other end of the noisy tavern, discussing boring issues with people.

For example, whether it is possible to cheat in the bet that the coin falls, or what should be done if the rose does not always bloom.

Although Chiron hadn't seen Prometheus' face much, he was sure that it was her.

There was a ring on the girl's finger, which was an insult from the god king's self-righteousness, thinking that by doing so, the symbol of the sinner could be branded on her forever.

Chiron stretched out his hand and greeted the shopkeeper, "The account of that girl is with me." He said with a smile.

"Okay, can you tell her your name?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Give me a charcoal pencil." Chiron said with a smile, he thought about it and signed his name.

The shopkeeper walked over, patted the girl on the shoulder, and told her something. Her gaze fell here, her purple eyes blinked, and then she showed a faint smile.

What Chiron wrote was not a name.

"Salary bearer."

He wrote the word.

Chiron has been teaching human beings for nearly 1000 years. He has accepted many students, some are good, some are bad, some are talented and some are hard-working. He often feels that his life is continuing, continuing in another life.

At first, he was deeply saddened by the death of his students. He didn't understand why the creator of human beings was so cruel and indifferent, making their lives so fragile and short. Children would drown in the river, get sick, fight to death, Even if they can grow up, they will grow old and lie weak on the bed with empty hands.

He was in pain then.

Later, he gradually understood that the possession of mortal life by mortals never delays their pursuit of the honor of immortality.

Because they will die, they cherish life more. Some people will still fight after the death of the king, and some will draw swords from the bones of their friends. They will step over death, step over death again and again, until they themselves On the ground, the corpse serves as a brand-new signpost, waiting for future generations to cross over.

This is the human possibility, the possibility that the gods do not have.

Although Chiron possessed extraordinary skills all his life, he never won any championships.

His honor will be polished in the future, and he believes that.

He believed that people thousands of years later would mention a certain ancient day, which was named the era of Hercules, or the era of Achilles.

That is when his glory will come.

My time has not yet come, some people are born after death. (1)

Chiron is willing to trust humans.

And this goddess.

She is a kingslayer, a betrayer, and a liar, but she is also the father of mankind. She bestows the fire of heaven on earth, telling them that they don't need to endure the darkness, as if there is no light in the eternal night.

Your heart is a living fire that never goes out.

He raised his cup, held it to the girl, and expressed his respect, thanking her for protecting his life, and her creation cared for his soul afterwards.

You are the uncrowned king in my heart, the one who steals fire.

And I would like to call myself a salary bearer.

That's it.

Please go on, may the future of mankind shine forever, he said in his heart, raised his glass and drank it, but he was tired and decided to rest.

He heard a commotion, and his young student came back with the dagger still smelling of blood on his waist, holding the bandit leader's head in his hand, and the villagers burst into cheers.

"It's really good to have killed him," they said aloud.

"Actually, he doesn't have many people." Hercules said, "I think next time you meet a robber, you can find a way to sneak attack or something."

The villagers were discussing, their faces were full of excitement, Chiron poured himself another glass of wine, he was not drunk yet, his students had become heroes, and his future would surely have more honors and great deeds.

Eventually he too will die, and they will carve on his tombstone in memory of our greatest hero, Hercules.

But what does it matter if he dies, more young men will grow up, swift-footed Achilles, brave Hector, resourceful Odysseus, and on.

There will be many more.

The age of the gods is about to fade.

The time when the stars of mankind will shine is coming.

This was a bribe given to him by the girl who let him spy a corner of the future.

He is very grateful for this honor, but if he can always predict the future like this, it must be very painful, Chiron couldn't help thinking, he stretched out his hand, "Hercules, come here."

He has already conceived his own epitaph.

"Just now, Professor Chiron, never wasted a moment of time in his life. He was either pursuing knowledge or imparting knowledge. Those who wish to stay here, please love knowledge and virtue."

"He's had misfortune, but he's happy with his death."

"It was the holiest devotion he could have hoped for."

Chiron said softly, "A poet who is familiar with the legends of the gods, you may think that he is unknown and has never achieved any great achievements in his life."

"But he's going to mock your short-sightedness."

"His time has not yet come. He will live after death."

Hercules nodded, "I remember, teacher."

"Recite it for me." Chiron pushed his shoulder, "Go and find me a piece of paper, come on, don't you and I know?"

Hercules laughed.

"I really remembered, teacher." He took Chiron's hand, and Chiron smiled, "I hope I can dream of the cutest girl in the world tonight."

He showed a faint smile, as if he had indeed encountered some kind of beautiful love or adventure, and closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: (1) "My time has not yet come, and some people are born after death" is selected from "Nietzsche Selected Works", Volume II, p. 429.

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