the end of the heavens

While the official was complacent, there was a strong fishy smell. He frowned and looked, and saw a moving muscle lump striding towards him under the scorching sun.

With bronzed skin covered with sunlight, Perseus stood behind Spyros in a cold voice: "Father, here is the child!"

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Spyros was stunned, and then saw his son's various concave shapes.

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Perseus raised his arms, stretched his biceps forward, and then rotated his wrists outward, slowly raising them to the top of his head.

ˉ\ˉ

For a moment, the officials and the thugs behind him were deeply shocked. They saw that his arms were like devil's horns, with bulging veins, and his blood was strong, rushing like a big river, and his sturdy breath made it hard to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, Perseus changed his posture, holding his left wrist with his right hand, and showing off his pectoralis major from the side.

What a big lump!

After stretching his latissimus dorsi and abdominal muscles forward, he put his hands on his hips, raised his chest and stomped hard on the ground.

Click!

The masonry was shattered, and there was dust flying. On the thigh of Perseus trampling on the ground, the muscle lines were clearly visible, as indestructible as a sculpture.

д

The official stared blankly at the thigh in front of him. In his sight, Perseus slowly raised his foot. There were deep footprints on the ground, and the brick was crushed into powder.

"Gudu!" xn

Without further ado, the official smiled with Spyros and never mentioned the berthing fee, saying that this time his treat will be treated at half price in the future.

After finishing speaking, he muttered that he was either dead or injured, and hurriedly took away a group of thugs with pale faces.

"Perseus, you"

Spyros looked at his son, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Good job, who taught you?"

"My elder brother taught me. He said that as long as I do this, this, and then do this again, others will be able to calm down and reason with me."

Perseus moved the action a few more times, and looked at the far away officials in doubt: "It's strange, I haven't started to reason, why did they leave?"

"Are you still reasonable?"

Spyros widened his eyes when he heard this, and said in disbelief, "You've grown up so big, I didn't even know you could tell the truth, and it was taught by your elder brother?"

"Ah."

"Tell me what he taught you."

"Wait a minute, I'll find out how I feel"

Perseus dented the shape again, his expression gradually ferocious, he spat hard on the ground, and then glared at Spyros with a tiger face.

"roll!"

""

As usual, Spyros had already slapped him, but not today. He admitted that Russell was right, and Perseus's reasoning cannot be refuted.

"Perseus, you have grown up!"

Feeling emotional, Spyros patted Perseus on the shoulder: "I didn't think much about it before, it's time to find you a wife, and damn your elder brother, I'm really not a competent father."

"Can't you not have a wife?"

"no!"

"Give my wife to my eldest brother?"

""

At the port, Spyros found a fish collector, and because of the tight supply, he made a lot of money from the fish.

But Spyros was not happy, and discussed with Marmara about his two sons. He planned to take advantage of the recent luck and go to sea a few more times to earn money to buy a fishing boat for Russell and Perseus. The two were empty-handed, and they couldn't even find their wives.

Marmara had no idea, and let her husband decide everything. Spyros didn't care what his sons thought, so he made his own decision. When the fish on the boat were unloaded, he immediately set sail to sea.

On the other side, Russell and Perseus were wandering around the city, and Tikola followed closely behind them, seeing everything fresh.

Argos is very prosperous, but this is based on the background of the current era. In Russell's eyes, the city is very chaotic, with narrow roads, dirty environment, and slave traders everywhere.

He walked in the city without saying a word, seemingly aimless, but in fact he took action.

On the ground, strands of imperceptible fine sand drifted out and gathered in his palm, and the golden particles accumulated more and more, eventually forming irregular gold nuggets.

"Perseus, Tikola, do you like Argos?"

"Like it." x2

"If you had to choose between sea and land, which life would you like?"

""

Tikola didn't understand this question, and Perseus scratched his head: "I like where everyone is."

"If our family has a big house in Argos, and many servants, do you think it's okay?"

"Great!"

Perseus nodded again and again: "If the family has money, parents don't have to go to sea all the time. It's very dangerous. Not every time we have good luck."

"Since you say so, let's go buy a house!"

"Brother, we have no money."

"There is now."

Russell shook the gold in his hand: "I was lucky, and I picked up the money as soon as I entered the city."

"Brother, you"

Perseus looked horrified, looked at Russell complexly, and said enviously after a long time: "You are so lucky, why can't I pick it up!"

You don’t need to make up too many reasons to talk to Perseus. This guy has no scheming. Even if Russell said that the king wanted to give him the throne, Perseus would believe it and would not ask why.

Money-making ability is a first-class ability in any era. Russell opened the way with double the price, unimpeded, everyone kneels, and was easily exchanged to an official's mansion.