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Nero smiled: "After all, this kind of prophecy that offspring will kill their parents is exactly the same as our mythology."

"So, you're wondering if Greek mythology might be connected to Celtic mythology?" Neos asked.

"Ah." Nero nodded.

Neos pondered for a while, and then said: "Although most of the myths are similar, there should be no connection."

"It's just a guess, don't worry about it."

Nero waved his hand: "But then again, apart from that druid predicting the death of the leader of the deep sea giants, there is no other record?"

Nios closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, opened them again, and said quietly, "That druid, the so-called Green Prophet later, helped the Danu Protoss win this war."

"..."

Kind of, shocked to the point where I don't know how to react.

Ania and Nero looked at each other and took a deep breath in unison.

"So...you...the Green Prophet participated in the war between the gods and recorded everything with a pen?" Boudica asked tremblingly.

"I'm afraid so." Neos nodded.

"That's why that lake fairy is so familiar with you." Anya said with a dull expression.

Neos frowned: "I don't remember these."

"Hey, did you see, I told you already!"

A jumping sound interrupted the stiffness between the three of them.

Nero said carelessly: "I said that if the mythology is put into reality, it will be cut by a quarter. Your green prophet is sitting here now, and he is no different from us!"

The air moved again.

The mother and daughter glanced at each other, suppressing the shock and fear in their hearts.

Neos looked at Nero and nodded.

Nero snorted and turned his head: "Since I know the meaning of this sentence, I still don't know where the treasure is buried!"

Anya glanced at the master secretly: "It should, there are other meanings in it."

"After all, three has too many meanings in Celtic mythology,"

Neos said in a deep voice: "For example, the Goddess of War is a trinity, and the God of Craftsmanship is three. Cu Chulainn always kills enemies three by three..."

"Ah, I have no clue at all." Nero was a little dissatisfied.

Anya suddenly thought of something, and looked at the girl: "So, is there any meaning of three in Greek mythology?"

"I think about it..."

Nero looked up at the sky: "Does the three...three goddesses of fate count?"

"Three Goddesses of Fate?" Anya asked.

"In Greek mythology, the three goddesses who weaved the fate of human beings and souls..."

Neos explained halfway, then stopped suddenly, his face was blank for two seconds, and then he stood up suddenly: "I think I understand!"

"What do you understand!" Nero exclaimed.

"The Three Goddesses actually have the same meaning as the Celtic Three!"

Neos paced back and forth, raised three fingers, and said, "In this sentence, the three sons are the three goddesses, representing the past, present, and future!"

Nero's eyes also lit up: "So the head of the three sons..."

"...It represents the past, and the pen officially records the past!" Anya murmured.

"..."

Boudica watched the three of them getting excited, and then took a sip of wine.

Neos began to walk around the long table, repeating the riddle as he walked: "The King's Choice Stone has collapsed, the green prophet holds a stone-cast pen, and the head of the three sons sits in the sky, witnessing the birth of great achievements, and from then on the gods are on the earth. Hide."

Halfway there, he raised his head and thoughtfully: "The Green Prophet is talking about me. I hold a pen in my hand and record what happened in the past, and the treasure is buried in the past."

"What happened in the past?" Nero laughed at the right time.

"In the past, the Stone of Destiny collapsed,"

Neos looked into her eyes: "Or in the past, Albert was born."

"What great cause?" Nero asked.

Neos raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch

Nero looked at him and also cracked a smile.

The two spoke almost in unison.

"The gods are hiding in the ground!"

"The gods are hiding in the ground!"

At this moment, it was as if they were connected with each other.

An inexplicable pleasure filled the brain, and every brain cell was screaming.

After a few seconds.

"but......"

All the while raising her small hand, Aniya interrupted the interaction between the two ruthlessly: "What does it mean for a god to hide on the ground, and why do you use a pen made of stone?"

"..."

The hall suddenly fell silent, and the lights flickered.

Neos and Nero looked at each other, Ania looked at the two, and Boudica looked at the three.

A friendly and harmonious scene.

After thinking for a long time, Nios sat back down again, closed his eyes gently, and lowered his head: "Ania is right, why do you have to use a pen made of stone."

"Maybe the way of writing at that time was to use a stone pen dipped in ink to write?" Nero asked.

"No, no, the stone should have other meanings." Neos waved his hand.

"The Stone of Destiny, the Green Prophet used the Stone of Destiny to forge a pen to record great achievements?" Anya asked tentatively.

Neos took a deep breath, stood on the table with his elbows, and rubbed his brows vigorously with both hands.

Nero took the lead in denying the girl's answer: "No, it's not right, because it becomes a mere narrative. What we need is a location."

Anya bit her lower lip and frowned: "I can't see anything pointing to from this sentence..."

"Pen."

Nios suddenly made a sound, which attracted the attention of the three.

"The pen is not only used for writing, but also for engraving, just like our wax board."

Nios raised his head and closed his eyes: "So, the stone of the stylus is not used to modify the pen."

"What does master mean?" Anya didn't understand.

"Nios means that it is not the stone that makes the pen, but the other way around, that the pen adorns the stone," said Nero.

Neos opened his eyes and looked at her.

Nero blinked his right eye at him, smiling like a flower.

Nios looked away: "So, the key is what did I do with the pen?"

"Prison." Boudica, who consciously acted as a decoration, suddenly said.

"What?" Neos turned his head.

"Prison, the pen is straight and thin, isn't the prison door the same way?" Boudica shrugged.

"Mom!" Anya reproached.

"Ah, yes, yes, I will stop talking, so I won't bother you!" Boudica waved his hand and continued to drink as a decoration.

Neos sighed and was about to return to the topic.

"No, the queen is right, and Neos is right too!"

Nero, however, slapped the table with surprise and stood up: "It means prison. The pen is a decorative stone, and the pen means straightness, and the stone is also straight!"

Anya was taken aback: "Ah?"

Neos looked at the girl, his brows furrowed: "How did you judge?"

Nero's cheeks were flushed from being too excited. She put her hands on the table, leaned forward, stared straight at Neos, and lowered her voice.

"Have you ever heard of the oldest lie in Rome?"

The voice was extremely deep, like an iron hook, falling into the sea of ​​heart.

Neos' face became serious.

Nero smiled at him: "Gods don't descend from the sky, nor do evil spirits emerge from the ground."

Nios was stunned, and murmured: "The gods are hiding on the ground..."

"The gods are buried in the ground?" Anya's pupils shrank, and she was so shocked that she couldn't help but cover her mouth.

"No, not burial!" Nero corrected, looking at Neos.

"Not buried, but imprisoned,"

Nios nodded and said word by word: "Use straight stones to cast a prison to hold the gods."

Ania was dumbfounded: "So the green prophet holds a pen made of stone, and the head of the three sons sits in the sky, witnessing the birth of a great cause. From then on, the gods have gone away from hiding, which means..."

Nero's voice was low: "In the past records of such great deeds, the green prophet cast straight stones and used them as prisons to imprison the gods underground."

Anya and Boudica shuddered.

They are so familiar with the straight stone, from childhood to adulthood, various ceremonies are inseparable from that place.

Neos opened his eyes, his expression was between emotion and surprise, and he spit out the word faintly.

"Stonehenge..."