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The slightly rough papyrus is a bit hard, and the papyrus is softened by the juice of Persephone? Juniper tree, rolled up, and then placed on the stone bookcase.

The tall cabinet was long and wide, with a long ladder next to it, and she was the only empty cabinet in the large area where paperwork was stored, which Hades vacated for her to put exercise books.

Persephone counted the number of homework volumes she had placed on the bottom grid, and they were pitifully few, then raised her neck and looked at the remaining empty shelves in the bookcase.If Hades ordered her to fill the entire cabinet, she would probably have to write until she died.

By the way, she may not move her nest after she dies, and even become a ghost with wrinkled face and continue to do her homework in Hades. This painting... just imagining it makes people lack oxygen.

Persephone reached out and rubbed the back of her neck, which was starting to feel sore, to stop this frightening thought, then turned her gaze away and walked out.

The documents and clay tablets placed on the bookcase next door looked like a golden week tourist area, crowded beyond recognition.Before he could take two steps, his shoulder knocked off a clay slab that had been squeezed out.

She reached out her hand to pick up the fallen board with extremely fast reaction speed, and just grabbed the corner with her fingers, she persisted stubbornly for half a second.The clay tablet still fell from her fingers due to the weight and fell into several pieces lying at her feet.

Persephone squatted down quickly, trying to piece together the rectangular clay tablet. Her fingers pressed on the words on the clay tablet, feeling the roughness of the font and the exotic beauty brought out by the quaint molding.

This is a list of deaths in a certain area, and the dates of the deaths seem to be in the second half of this month.

Persephone tilted her head and looked at the edge and end of the clay tablet, and was relieved when she didn't see the trace of the seal.

Ever since the disaster of losing wealth happened, she has learned a little common sense in the underworld.

As long as it is stamped by Hades, it will be blessed with divine power. If it is damaged, it will be lost. If it is not sealed, it is an ordinary item. If it is broken, you can copy it over and over again.

Persephone picked up the broken clay tablet and put it on the table. She saw that Aiacus was supervising the waiter who delivered the list, and the other two judges were also busy.

The scribe has her own specific tool, and she is not used to using it yet.

Persephone stared at the damaged death list for a while, and finally went to get the damp clay tablet uneasy, then picked a new hard pen, and tried to carve the first word.

There are so many people in the Underworld, and the workers are so busy that they don't even have time to watch. She has been watching this captive for a long time, and she is too embarrassed to bother him with her own affairs.

The semi-soft touch of the clay tablet was scratched by the tip of the pen. The first character was written smoothly, and the writing became smoother and smoother after that.

First the name and region, then the date and cause of death, and some are followed by the number of funeral objects.

The list of deaths is not an easy thing for human beings. Persephone frowned while writing, especially when he was writing the cause of death.One of them died after being gutted and wailed on the battlefield. This method of death is extremely tragic.

She hesitated for a while, but still bit the bullet and copied it.

Died from diarrhea after eating raw fish, died from a storm at sea, was shot in the head by robbers, etc.

Is this what Hades is doing every day?

Persephone...begins to understand why he...has a bitter face, who can laugh while staring at these things, and if he is not a psychopath, he has a strong mental quality.

Tortured with a heavy heart, Persephone finally copied the last ?? words.

She rubbed her wrists and couldn't help sighing, she just wrote...a clay tablet heart...and fell to the bottom.Hades has been working day and night in this dark and damp underground lair for so many years, but he still hasn't stopped working. He really is not human.

After handing over the clay tablet to the worker in charge of baking, she took out her learning materials from the pot and spread them out.The ancient Akkadian is half-familiar at first, and the unfamiliar map also barely has a clue.

She touched the map tablet with her fingers, from Cyprus to Pylos, and finally stopped in Sicily.

Persephone lowered her eyelids, concentrated on looking at the map for a while, and then stretched out her hand to support her chin and meditated.

Hades is a good teacher. As long as he doesn't lose control of his emotions, if she studies hard, she should be able to learn all kinds of knowledge that can help people survive in a short period of time.

After all, she can't be Hades' pendant for the rest of her life, and she has to stay away from here.

She glanced again at the flow chart of the gods receiving sacrifices spread out in the middle of the table. The tall gods were drawn with incomparable stalwarts, and the humble and small humans were like dust.

Thinking that she was also one of the dust, she couldn't help leaning back in the chair.If there is a chance to leave here, I can only try not to get involved with the gods.

Without Hades' protection, any god could trample her to death.

Persephone reached out and rubbed her cold arm. She found that as long as Hades was away from her for a while, she could clearly feel the temperature of the underground palace.

?? A wet chill, no amount of campfire pine oil can dispel it.

Speaking of which, the place where Hades is is warmer than ten heaters, as if everyone is shivering in the Hades in winter, but his range of activities is the temperature of midsummer.

Also, if the blood is not strong and stays in this place for a long time, old cold leg arthritis must be a common disease,

Persephone was in a daze. After taking a break, she was about to pick up her study clay tablet when she saw the paper man who had baked the death list for her. Handed him his own record board.

Such a short time is not enough to dry the clay tablet. Could it be that her writing method is wrong?

Persephone frowned, and was about to get up and go to ask...a question, when Aiacus put down the clay tablet, turned around, and walked to the table.

The way these gods walk makes her very suspicious that the distance in his eyes can be folded.

Seeing her ready to rise, Aeacus immediately stopped and said, "There is no need to rise to meet..., honorable guest from the place of light."

Persephone showed a polite smile, "Your name is...Posephine, I broke...a clay tablet and transcribed... again. Is the format wrong?"

If you call her that, she won't respond.Moreover, the other party's age-old face and solemn tone made her feel a lot of pressure on her elders.

Aax's stiff face showed nothing, but his tone softened a bit, "Your handwriting is as clear as squeezed song juice, and the writing style is so sophisticated and perfect that no... God can fault it."

Persephone heard the gentle praise in her ears, and quickly stopped him, "It's good if you can, after all, it was broken by...."

It's a pity that God's ears were blocked with cotton, so he ignored her interruption very firmly, and stacked various cracked clay tablets with his backhand.

"There are a lot of affairs in the underworld. On the earth...the moon and the moon are all dead leaves that should be dealt with. It has been a long time since I have not received the favor of the sleeping god."

?? said?? and put the cracked clay board in front of her eyes, "heavy work... has bent... the spine, ah, I don't know which kind-hearted person can touch the heartstrings of kindness and help ??Take ????these old bones."

Did she move the cracked clay tablet over to let her continue copying because she saw how well she copied it?Persephone glanced at the clay tablets, there were at least twenty pieces, warning of a broken hand.

"This……"

Aeacus lowered his eyes and whispered tiredly, "Oh, I'm so tired."

Persephone: "...……, if you don't dislike it, just...."

She really can't stand this old-fashioned and miserable-looking thing.

Aacus immediately cheered up, "You are such a kind guest, Persephone."

Words like kindness and benevolence, which are easily unbearable, are just as casual as no money. Could it be that this is the difference in dialogue brought about by cultural barriers?

Persephone picked up the pen, not daring to follow the rhythm of the other person's words, and asked in a casual way: "See you are very busy, are there not many gods in the underworld?"

She was really busy. There were so many pottery jars brought in by the attendants that she was dazzled. Every time she went to bed, Hades was dealing with official business.

If it wasn't for taking away the finished work and mud panels in the room every day, those official tasks could be piled up on the ceiling in less than two days.

Aiacus nodded calmly: "The gods with the power of death are indeed rare, because all living beings avoid this place, and naturally there will be no new priesthood if there is no demand, and it is difficult for the gods to reproduce."

Unlike Olympus, because the number of human beings on the land is increasing, new priesthoods are easily born based on human desires and needs.

Persephone thought of Hades saying that he was infertile. It turned out that the new god was born because of a need, not just a combination?

She also misunderstood that Hades had a hidden disease. It seems that this is not his exclusive, but an environmental disease, and those who see it will have a share.

Aiacus paused for a moment, and added: "And the palace...is surrounded by the cries of ghosts,...the gods of the underworld are not happy to live here, and a lot of work...can only be borne by..."

Rejected, feared, dark and lonely, no one wants, Zhou ghosts cry and wolves howl, even the baby runs around this place.The more you know about this place, the more miserable it is.

Every casual question can reveal a bloody scar.

Persephone touched her little conscience, which had nowhere to rest, before trying to change the topic, "Excuse me, besides offering sacrifices to gods, is there anything else to do with incense and burning animals????"

Hades treated her like a god.

Although he didn't do normal things very much, but he was so solemn and weird like today, it still made her uneasy.

Aax glanced at the two judges not far away, one listened with pricked ears, and the other peeked with squinted eyes, as if he was worried that he would not be able to withstand the divine power of the goddess, so he told the truth.

He suppressed the big truth that came out of his mouth, two of his ribs were broken, and his face became even more paralyzed.

"Hades...is entertaining you."

He was forced to become a subordinate god, so he couldn't tell a lie to the main god, so he could only grit his teeth and tell some truths.If Persephone realizes that she is a god and her divine power returns, she can abandon the human body that wraps her and escape from Hades easily.

If she escapes, Hades will surely tie him to the Stone of Sisyphus and roll him for ?? thousands of years.

Persephone???? Can't turn the corner, please?

It wasn't until she realized how ambiguous the word was that she realized that Aiacus had disappeared from the table and returned to her work position.

Persephone pursed her somewhat dry lips, then brought over the damaged clay tablet as if nothing had happened, and started her first part-time job in Hades as a scribe.

Please?

Humans... please the gods this way, and Hades... please her... this way.

Persephone finally realized that Hades's way of pleasing is the way the inferiors treat the superiors, a gesture close to humbleness.

She stared at the death list for a long time, and finally brushed her hair in annoyance. The power of Cupid's arrow...was terrifying, such a cold and arrogant god...began to bow his head.

Love?? is something that can deprive people of their dignity. Has he gotten so sick?How long has it been? It's like being infected with the plague.

Persephone, who is an AIDS pathogen, was also bent on the back by the pressure. What could she do to make Hades feel disgusted?

Her eyes couldn't help but stay on the clay tablet of death, all kinds of death methods are not the same, the intestines are wrapped around the neck, the body is burned, and the heart, liver and brain are scoured. If Hades does this, the effect will be...

Persephone?? trembled, and frightened herself before she could do it. She quickly stopped the crazy thoughts in her head, then lowered her head... and started to work....

Minos held the wet clay tablet that Persephone had copied, and he calmly looked at Persephone who was copying seriously.

"Death clashes with the forces of life, and every name she transcribes will be reborn, which will bring about the injustice of life."

The heart that writes the list of deaths must be ruthless, and Persephone, who wears flowers on her head, clearly expresses the vitality of pity with every stroke.

Aiacus bent over and saw that green shoots began to appear on the clay tablet, renewing the lives of all the dying people on the list.

"Hades will deal with it when he gets back, he will love the gift."

Justice and strictness are worthy of praise, but feasts and love are worthy of God's favor and should be pursued.

The mistaken death list will not make Hades angry, he will only focus on the goddess he likes and is willing to bear the heavy labor caused by his priesthood.

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After taking a bath, Persephone rubbed her sore arm and returned to the room under the guidance of the mural attendant.

All kinds of incense burners at the door and in the room were removed, and Persephone felt a lot relieved when he saw the much brighter room.

She took off her shoes, went to bed and spread the quilt, then sat on the edge of the bed to dry her hair, checking the washed hair for any extra flowers.

After the hair was checked, the hair was dry, and the light fragrance was on her fingertips, she was sure that Hades would not come back to sleep.

Calculating the time vaguely, it was almost midnight.

Persephone glanced at Zhou. It was very good, no ghosts came out to scare people.It's rare that Hades is not around and should be able to sleep well, so she got under the covers and closed her eyes.

The light of the flame in the copper basin is shaking, hidden in the cracks of the stones, the ghost fragments on the edge of the wall are whispering, and the silence is like collapsed stone bricks pressing down on every place in the house.

It is so tight that it is suffocating, and the slightest sound can cause hearing resistance.

Persephone couldn't help opening her eyes again, holding her breath.She actually suffered from insomnia. When Hades was not around, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Her heart seemed to be strangled, and all kinds of loneliness filled her face coldly.

This kind of feeling is actually very common. It is easy to have this kind of insecurity of choking the neck in a quiet environment in a foreign place.

but!

Persephone sat up with disheveled hair, and finally realized in despair that Hades' presence actually gave her a sense of security.

Even if it's just Sisi, it shouldn't have happened.He was an involuntary attacker who could lose his mind at any time and become a beastly attacker to her.

She covered her face with her hands, and if she was imprisoned any longer, she would be able to write a thin volume of "Still Not Beginning, Stockholm Syndrome Ends Tragic History".

After struggling for a few pages, she knelt down.

Persephone tried hard to find the reason. Apart from the sense of security, there was also the cold temperature and humid air that was the enemy of sleep.The bed is not easy to sleep, the quilt is thin, the hair is easy to tangle, and there is no mobile phone are the main reasons.

Thinking about it this way, her agitated heart finally eased, and the insomnia had nothing to do with Hades.

I can only blame Hades for its warm temperature and its own dehumidification effect. The companion chat service can also disperse the anxiety of losing your mobile phone. It is simply the best small appliance tool.

From feeling uncomfortable and desperate to gnashing of teeth, to expressing her success in soothing and self-rescue, Persephone changed more than a dozen watches in just ?? minutes.

Finally, when she wanted to lie back on the bed again, she stared blankly at Hades' face.

I don't know how long the tall and silent god stood beside the bed, staring at her intently.Seeing that she had finally returned to normal, and her eyes that hadn't blinked since entering the door, he finally moved slightly.

Persephone's stiff face "self-comforting success smile", "..."

This atmosphere, this temperature, this quiet environment is full of... dead air.

She regained her calm expression, slowly pulled the quilt over her body, then suddenly raised her head and pretended to see Hades just now, and said with a surprised face, "Hades, you are back from patrol."

Hades looked down at her, as if looking at some furry strange creature, looked her face back and forth with a slightly wooden gaze, and then finally returned to a normal response.

"you……"

"Have you eaten yet?" Persephone answered quickly.

"..."

"It's good to eat. It's really hard to work so late every day."

"..."

"Are you sleepy?? Go to bed first." Persephone quickly ended the unnecessary...speaking, successfully seized the supremacy of the other party's right to speak, and regained the rhythm of covering herself with a quilt.

Then hid his face under the blanket, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The silence of the air continued to ferment, and some inexplicable tension was slowly pulling, and Persephone didn't move.After a while, she felt the edge of the quilt being pulled, and then her face was stroked, and the warm and dry touch eased her tense skin.

Hades didn't make any progress, just gently rubbed her soft face.The fingertips slid gently across her lower eyelids, without any restless desire? Emotions, just wanting her to relax.

"Persephine." He murmured in a low voice.

Even though her fingers are so warm and harmless, her voice is suppressed to the extreme, with a long and lingering coda at the end, as if the crazy emotions under the sea are rising and will drown her anytime.

Persephone froze, then opened her eyes, and Hades' appearance became clear.

His pale face was turned away from the light, and his pure black eyes contained some kind of metaphorical hope, "Have you ever seen a dance that pleases the gods?"

To please the gods?

Persephone fell silent. Did Hades plan to let her dance for him?As far as her lack of work in her limbs and her muscle control with cramped hands and feet, there is not much left for all her sense of balance to walk.

It was impossible to jump, and she was about to refuse.

Hades stretched out his hand to pick the pin on his shoulder, and the man who removed the gold ornaments and luxurious clothes? The breath after a bath, the simple inner robe wrapped the toned body line, and the loose shoulder cloth slipped off easily, revealing A large white and strong chest.

"?? Jump for you to see."

The dance of Dionysus, ecstasy and indulgence, crazy joy, has a kind of pure wildness.Most gods would love the joyful places Dionysus created, and the beautiful naked bodies of all kinds.

Hades has been away from Mount Olympus for a long time, and he can't remember whether he liked those things at all. He didn't feel anything when he watched Dionysus, and he couldn't see the dance he taught. have pleasure for him.

But Persephone is a spirit full of emotions, so maybe he would like this kind of sacrifice.

Hades was calmly calculating in his heart, meticulously repeating Dionysus's frantic movements, fingers...grabbing the messy black hair, and scratching the ends of his eyes with his fingertips... Wipe away the red marks from the injury, and the indifferent and pale face burst into a violent beauty at this moment.

He has no idea that these gestures, taken from the unrestrained movement of Dionysus, are not part of the dance, like a baby who is too clever, a kind of purity that is too stubborn, to do the most slutty thing??.

Persephone was so frightened that she felt as if she had fallen into a psychedelic dream.

The face of the man in front of him ignorantly reveals a barbaric charm that cannot be seen normally. The lines of the bare upper body are stretched and smooth, and every inch of muscle seems to be ready to be released. A luscious color that evokes animalism.

She saw that he had stood up, with a serious face, thinking about how to get rid of those wild movements.This has not yet begun to jump, a few movements that are completely different from the usual ones can kill people.

Persephone could only feel that the air was boiling hot, and a few lines of poetry came out of his mind in a daze.

hot lover...

Quickly drive the carriage of longing to moisten the holy chest.

Persephone was finally sure that Hades was indeed trying to please her, serious enough to please her by any means.

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