[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

So it turns out that all the abnormalities come from Apollo?

Polydorus secretly thought, thanks to the fact that he had hesitated for a long time when he was the priest of the temple of Apollo, whether to reveal a little bit of the future he knew to the god who finally stood on the side of Troy. He directly removed the fuse of this war before it started... But in the end, he still didn't tell his delusion. To be honest, the traversers from modern times are generally very wary, even those who were in power at that time The government can be demonized in movies and novels, let alone the unreliable gods in this world?

So he didn't know. Although he didn't say it, Apollo had already noticed his killing intent. How could the god not respond to the overly strong thoughts in his own temple?And as early as before Paris started his journey, Apollo had already told him... That's why Polydorus dared to apologize a little but openly at the end of the journey down the mountain. Showed his true identity to Paris.

He handed the shepherd's whip in his hand to the guards who hurried forward, and waved the soldiers who were obviously relieved to go away. Introduce yourself... those uncles are just excuses..."

Even if Polydorus has the preparation and awareness to take action against Paris... You know, in this world, there is an underworld, and death is not the final way back. Entering Hades after death, you must accept the trial of the three judges of the underworld, Aiagos, Minos and Radamantis, in front of the judgment seat of the Field of Truth.

A guilty person enters Tartarus to receive punishment, and an innocent person can enter the Elysee Paradise, and a person like him... who can be called a felony may even go to the "Uninterrupted Hell" to endure pain and suffering. torment.

It is not that Polydorus has no ambition to enter the Elysee. If he did not come to the doomed Troy, maybe he still has plans to "farm and support himself". It is possible to mix up the name of a "sage"... Although he has always been worried that the soul of his time traveler and these native souls will belong to a different species...

But fate is too urgent for him. In the myths and stories, until his death, he is only a young man... And he has already learned that Paris is also under the watchful eye of the sun god Apollo. Let the person you like do it, not to mention whether it will succeed or not, even if it is a fluke, maybe fate will take a detour and lead to the same result again, and this time the cause of the Battle of Troy will be Polydorus himself. The lit flames... clinging to the dogmatic plot, doomed to die under the tricks of fate!

"I didn't tell you my name just now." He smiled embarrassedly at Paris: "I am the youngest son of King Troy, Polydorus."

Since Paris cannot be eliminated, he should be honest with each other in this contact... Because, according to the direction of the story, he is destined to return to Troy, to his parents who abandoned him many years ago, the king and queen of Troy , to get back the identity of his prince... At that time, if we meet again, wouldn't today's lie be a stupid failure, and it would not be of any benefit except to spoil his impression of himself!

Paris narrowed his eyes. This familiar name reminded him of the words Apollo had said to him on the day of parting before he left Mount Ida and returned to the sky in a golden carriage with flying wings... ...Polydorus, the... own brother who wanted to kill him?

He withdrew his gaze from the guard who was guarding him, and carefully sized up the young man standing in front of him... He was a head shorter in height than him, with an immature face, probably from the forest. The low temperature made his complexion a little pale, his facial features were a little too delicate, his eyes were the same color as his hair, a rare double black, he was not as lively and ignorant as an ordinary child, but more like a He's as mature as an adult... This maturity is not just pretending to be mature like a young adult, but because of the thoughts revealed in his black eyes.

Paris doesn't like to call a person with his own thinking a child. Compared with his physical age, he prefers to communicate with others based on his mental age. This is what Orone has done very well...

So at this moment, he also responded seriously: "Facing strangers, maintain due vigilance, you have done a good job."

Polydorus smiled embarrassingly: "It turns out that I was worrying too much."

"Paris, you are a sincere and friendly friend." Polydorus said sincerely, "I don't know if I have the honor to meet you in the forest of Mount Ida in the future?"

When Paris heard this, he looked at him deeply, and after a long silence, he suddenly laughed: "What's wrong with that?"

Polydorus, who got the promise, was relieved. As the wedding date of the sea goddess Thetis and the human hero Peleus drew closer, the anxiety in his heart was like a wild weed. Is it useful to come to Paris, but that's all he can do...other than that, what else can he do?Can he keep Eris, the goddess of discord, from dropping the golden apple at the wedding, or the trio of goddesses vying for the apple to give up their frivolous dispute, or Zeus to choose another judge?

No, he can't even do it!

All he could do was to look for Paris again and again, naively thinking that as long as he didn't award the golden apple to Aphrodite, he could change the course of his fate... He analyzed to Paris The weight of power, wisdom and love, half-neglecting the proportion of love, extolling the depth of wisdom, trying to arouse Paris' desire for power... Polydorus finds himself in a situation where he can only resign himself to fate!

How powerless!

But no matter what he thought about it, the wedding schedule on Mount Olympus came as scheduled, and the gods came to congratulate him one after another. Zeus, the king of gods, sat on the highest throne. In his left hand, he held a tall scepter entwined with lightning, and on the top of the scepter stood a sharp-eyed vulture. His body was surrounded by a majestic light. This light was panic-stricken, as vast as the sole ruler of the world... He reached out and tapped the scepter, and the lively banquet fell silent, and even Apollo, who was playing the golden harp, stopped playing himself.

The three goddesses who were vying for the golden apple stopped their quarrel, and all the gods were waiting for the judgment of the king of the gods... But Zeus didn't want to entangle in this issue, he put the scepter in the Fiddled in the clouds, the gods followed, and what they saw was Paris and Polydorus who were talking in the lower world of Mount Ida... The king of gods signaled: "This is the most noble and handsome prince in the human world." Paris, I choose to let him be the referee for the competition between you, whoever he chooses can get the honor of this golden apple!"

Apollo's finger on the harp was wrong, and a string sound suddenly came out, attracting everyone's attention.

But under everyone's strange eyes, he lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"Hermes," Zeus said, "go and bring him my will!"

A smiling young man came out. He cast a thoughtful glance at the silent Apollo, bowed to the king of gods, and flew to the world.

The banquet resumed its hustle and bustle. Apollo put down the golden harp in his hand, and the three beautiful goddesses played beautiful music instead. He hurried out of the palace and stood on the outskirts of Mount Olympus, facing the world with a cloudy expression. look away.

"I thought you'd ask him to change to a referee." A lazy voice sounded behind him, Apollo didn't look back, and Dionysus held a glass full of red wine, which was meaningful looking at him.

"But you didn't." He took a sip of the wine, and his smile became brighter.

"Yes, I didn't." Apollo sneered.

"You didn't even say a word." Dionysus looked at him slantingly: "I thought you should have some other thoughts about him... since you are being rejected by the water goddess Oenone In the end, you didn’t turn her into a tree or a flower, and after that little boy left Mount Ida, the number of times you went to the mountains will actually become less and less..."

"You count." Dionysus shook his wine glass slightly, and stopped looking at him: "How long has it been since you went to see Oenone?"

"I don't know..." Apollo turned around angrily, "When will you be so concerned about my private affairs!"

"Hey," Dionysus pretended to be surprised, "I'm just worried about the person I once met... Well, Paris, yes, that's the name. !"

"No matter who he chooses," he raised his glass, his red eyes looked drunk and charming through the wine, "he will offend the other two goddesses at the same time...Sometimes, if he offends a woman, then The consequences are terrible, let alone a goddess!"

"Apollo," he reminded, "you have to find a way to rescue your little prince from that whirlpool!"

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