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

"I admit now that you are the stronger." Zeus sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and said to himself, "You are the stronger."

He took a sip of his beer, "Does she still hate me?" he asked softly.

The dark-haired youth lowered his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe I still hate it." Moros said, "But she tolerated you."

Zeus was born extremely smart, and he understood what this sentence meant back then.

He certainly understood the weight of the word.

She forgives him.

It's not that I don't hate anymore, nor do I understand, nor does it mean that I have let go of everything.

It is just that he has his own reasons for his existence, his own freedom in his life and choices, and the merits he has done are true.

"It asked her, justice or victory, which do you choose?"

"She said she chose to be tolerant."

Zeus laughed, and he picked up the wine glass and drank it down, "So I said that she will never be a king, and should be exiled forever."

He seemed to want to find something to make up for his dignity, but he gave up.

"I admit, she is stronger." Zeus murmured.

Power will be lost, wealth will collapse, monarchs will be defeated, and even the sun and moon will fall.

But some things cannot be killed.

The rich man may be on the street the next day, and the king may be a fugitive in a foreign country the next day.

Isn't it an eternal truth to declare on the corpse of the weak that the strong will be overthrown eventually.

Colorful Wing's hope landed on the table, it shook its feathers peacefully, Moros raised his hand, and gave it the beans to eat, it picked it up, raised its neck, and swallowed.

Moros touched the top of its head, and it flew up and flew away through the window.

People in the tavern were chatting, and they mentioned that quite a few people seemed to be compiling an encyclopedia.

"That's great, when can I see it?" someone said.

"But it has nothing to do with us ordinary people." The other was playing with his cup boredly.

"Some professors say it's very relevant to us," said one. "They call what they do, enlightenment."

Zeus had never heard the word enlightenment, but he could guess what it meant.

Give common sense to children and knowledge to ignorance.

Why do humans teach each other.

Isn't it possible to conquer others better with knowledge and wisdom?

Why spend your whole life dealing with fools who don't understand anything, even if you tell them the greatest truth in the world, the constitution of government, the birth of inequality.

What could they know?

They will laugh at you, and if you go too far, they will think you are crazy and give you two catties of diaper to cure the fever in your life.

But humans just like to work tirelessly and tirelessly.

Its name is Enlightenment.

Scientists, philosophers, mathematicians, artists, writers, jurists, medical scientists, they can clearly seize power for their own use, what exactly do they want to do?

However, this movement is more grand than every previous one.

The progress of human beings is still unexpected and miraculous, from the awareness of a few people, to the huddle of a group of people to keep warm, and then to a wider union.

Professors are printing what they have learned throughout their life into books, and all they want is to let more people know this knowledge.

Whether you are a trafficker or a peasant woman and weaver girl, you should learn.

Everyone should understand that you were not born to increase wealth for any noble, or to become a number of knights, or to step up for a certain monarch.

Zeus stood at the door of the bookstore. He stretched out his hand and picked up the outermost one. He possessed supreme wisdom, and he always dismissed such shallow things made by human beings.

How can human beings be more noble than gods?

Suddenly he saw something.

He remembered the prophecy of the woman thousands of years ago.

"One day, you will be overthrown from the throne."

"No, to be precise, the throne itself will also be subverted."

He couldn't understand this at the time, his grandfather was a king, his father was a king, he was a king, and whoever defeated him became a supreme tyrant.

He thought she had lost.

How can there be no monarch in the world?

Humans are nothing but sheep.

However, he saw something written by some people who were born as humans and never touched any miracles in their lives. They seriously thought about the composition of human society and their future.

Oracles don't matter to them.

They build models in the void and let their minds fly. Most of them don't see the light of victory at all, but they will fight for it.

They are greedy.

After declaring war on the gods, they declared war on the ancient system, the system that humans inherited from the gods, the system of one monarch, countless subjects, and the king ruled over all.

They ambitiously decided to surpass the gods.

"Why are people unequal?"

"Why does the king have power?"

What kind of world do they want?

A world where everyone is their own king.

"What a beautiful slogan." Zeus couldn't help but said in his heart.

When he is a monarch, he may be angry and puzzled by this slogan, but when he has lost everything, he can read some meaning from it.

"Liberty, Equality, Fraternity."

How many people will they die and how long will they fight for it?

It really was that lunatic's child.

They are always imperfect, so if they want to improve, they will always die, so they place their lives in the future.

The days when fire thieves were inevitably stoned after death haven't passed, but they've been going on, and maybe one day in the future.

One person raises the fire, ten thousand people hold the salary.

After all, she was the stronger one, Zeus sighed and put the book down.

Unexpectedly, he would bend his knees and bow his head like this in his life, but what else could he say.

He was standing at the door of an ordinary bookstore. The boss was combing the fur of the cat. Many students hurriedly picked up a book and walked forward. Some curious people stopped to look through it. There were coolies pushing carts and carriages. Husband stopped to eat something.

The place was noisy and untidy, full of strong food aromas and dusty smells.

Of course, this is not the place where the new king will be surrendered.

And it couldn't be more appropriate for him to admit his defeat here.

"I admit, I lost, you are indeed the earliest prophet in the world."

He said softly, turned around, and walked into the crowd. He took out a few coins from his pocket and bought a piece of street bread. The freshly baked wheat products had an enticing aroma. He took a bite An unprecedented satisfaction in one bite.

The figure of the old king of gods was finally submerged in the crowd, no different from the back of any human being.

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