To be king [Greek mythology]

Fang, and the giant Atlas with the sky on his back.

Legend has it that Atlas was pitted by Prometheus and Hercules, and Thurps still decided to trap the giant.

But he also wanted to meet Radon for a while.

Maybe that monster can upgrade Typhon's Fang again.

The warrior led Thurpus to the outside of the city, and Thurpus was presented with garlands and dried meat by the enthusiastic city-state residents, as well as water soaked with olive branches lightly sprinkled on him.

This is the gratitude of the people of the city-state for his help.

Surpus looked up at the people with happy and happy smiles on their faces. They chatted happily with each other and spoke the dialect of this city-state with a strong accent. The joy of the rest of my life and the anticipation for the future.

"They are very grateful to you." The warriors thoughtfully discovered the language problem, "and Hercules."

"I know." Thurps finally loosened the stiff expression on his face, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "I can feel it here."

As he spoke, he pointed to his heart.

The warrior seemed to heave a sigh of relief, his tone was no longer the awe he had before, but he smiled happily at him, showing his eight teeth, "You are much easier to get along with than our priest."

"Be careful not to be heard by your priests." Thurpus glanced at him. "Do you have anything to write here?"

Thurpes wasn't sure if the city-state had anything like parchment or vellum and charcoal.

"Yes, we usually use leaves." The warrior nodded and gestured, "The leaves are very long and flat, and can be rolled up and stored for a long time."

Warriors are usually illiterate, and systematic learning takes too long for them, and it is far less efficient than letting them go hunting.

Therefore, only kings and priests can read and write in city-states, as well as a few idle nobles.

Surpus followed the warrior out of the city gate, and looked at the people who were laying hay and oil on the giant eagle's body, "Can you get some for me? There are also charcoal pencils."

Hercules was coming towards them.

"Of course." The warrior never refuses the prophet's request, "How much?"

"Three." Thurps calculated.

The warrior nodded, staring at Hercules with eyes full of admiration and friendliness, but finally left driven by a sense of responsibility.

Hercules heard Thurpus' last three words and asked, "What three?"

"Leaves for writing," Thurps replied casually.

"You want to leave a prophecy for this city-state?" Hercules raised his eyebrows.

Prophets don't often write, unless they need to record something very important, such as prophecy, oracle, or something they worry about forgetting.

Hercules thought Thurpus was going to leave a prophecy.

"No." Thurps shook his head, "I'm just going to write a love letter."

Chapter 53

Hercules was shocked.

Although prophets can marry as long as they do not become priests.

But Thurps, looking at his current appearance, has not yet reached the age of marriage—probably still at the stage of being raised by heroes or noble kings.

Hercules also knew the bad taste of those people, not to mention Thurps put on such a robe, if you don't look carefully, the thin skin and tender flesh are especially in line with their appetite.

Being able to prostitute a prophet must be very honorable and fulfilling, not to mention that this prophet is also very good-looking, even Hercules feels a little ready to move.

But I didn't expect that someone seemed to have made the first move.

Hercules was stunned for a while: "Who are you writing to?"

"..." Thurps gave him a strange look.

Hercules realized that he had asked too much, touched his nose in embarrassment, turned his head to look at the king who was coming out of the city gate surrounded by warriors, "The king is here, shall we go?"

Thurps nodded.

The king of this city-state is quite easy to talk-of course, to put it more seriously, it is weak and cowardly.

This can be seen from the fact that the king chose to avoid passively when the giant eagle came.

At least since Thurps came to this world, the most profound realization is the courage that comes from the bottom of everyone's heart and soul in this ancient world.

Few city-states would choose to escape or surrender without hesitation when faced with menacing invaders or monsters.

The giant eagle came to this city-state, and it was just a matter of two days.

Prometheus left, and the giant eagle would come to find other food, otherwise, it would be impossible for this city-state to exist near the Caucasus for long.

So this king really chose to back down when the giant eagle came.

Just don't know how such a person was chosen to be king.

Surps frowned as he looked at the overweight middle-aged king who was speaking to his subjects and setting fire to the giant eagle's corpse.

"Not every king is as good as the previous kings of Crete." Hercules looked at Surpus and raised his chin in the direction of the king. "When I went to him just now, I felt He wished he could kneel down for me."

"..." Thurps heard a subtle sense of dread in Hercules' words.

When the king saw them, a smile appeared on his originally indifferent face, he handed the torch in his hand to the warrior beside him, and strode forward to meet them.

Hercules is also a fine person, with an expression on his face, he also smiled enthusiastically.

Thurps kept a stern face on the side and kept his cold image unshakable.

The king said a few words to Hercules, turned his head to look at Surpus, and was choked by Surpus' faceless expression, "Is this the Prophet?"

Thurps looked at him.

The king's eyes met Thurps's.

The light from the nearby bonfire danced and reflected on Thurpus's face, and a pale yellow light seemed to flash through his dark eyes—just like the giant eagle, which was cold and inhuman.

The king thought of the feeling of being locked in the sight of the monster when he saw it for the first time. It seemed that the god of death was already hovering around him, and the cold sword in his hand was about to kiss his neck.

The chubby middle-aged man shivered and avoided meeting Thurps' gaze.

Hercules looked at Thurps in surprise. Although the king was indeed a soft bun, he didn't even have the courage to look at a prophet.

At least when he looked at Thurps, he never had any thoughts of fear or avoidance.

It seemed Thurps was hiding something.

Sure enough, no prophet should be underestimated, Hercules thought, and he still had to weigh it if he wanted to keep a prophet in captivity.

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Hercules was thinking about how to dig out more secrets hidden by Surpus, and Surpus was staring at the king, and the king was waiting for Hercules to find him a step down.

The end result is that nothing happens.

This silence lasted until the warrior who left before came back with three special strips that had dried and were very soft, and charcoal pencils.

The warrior felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. He saluted the past first, and then handed the leaf in his hand to Surpus, "You want it, Mr. Prophet."

Surpus found that the king raised his head and stared closely at the rolls of leaves in his hand, his expression seemed to be pleasantly surprised.

"I originally planned to leave a prophecy." Thurps opened his eyes and said nonsense, and then punctured the king's fantasy in a particularly ruthless manner, "but now, I don't want to write it."

"You..." The king was stabbed by these words, his blood surged up, and the flesh on his face trembled rhythmically.

The Warriors were shocked by Thurps' sarcasm that didn't turn the corner at all. Is this different from what was said before?

Isn't it easy to talk? Why did you suddenly become cold?

Higher humans are truly incomprehensibly changeable.

Hercules felt that Thurps' words were a bit too straightforward.

Although the lord of the city-state only has a very high status among human beings, since he is in the human world, he has to follow the rules of the human world.

Even prophets rarely offend a king so positively.

It's like Prometheus, who used to be a god, offended Zeus as a god king, and was directly punished by the angry Zeus to suffer in the Caucasus for 3 years.

Thurps is, after all, a human being.

"Whether a city-state is strong or not depends largely on the attitude of the king. You really opened my eyes." Sepps said, rolling up the leaves in his hand, expressionless, "The city-state and its subjects are not your private property. , They gave you the best life and the highest status, hoping to have a wise and capable leader. But you are so passive when facing a crisis, you are really the first such weak king I have ever seen."

Hercules almost wanted to cover Surpus' mouth.

But he looked at the expressions on the faces of the warriors around the king, but he didn't move.

Thurpus thought that there would be warriors coming up to beat him, but there was none.

He was a little surprised in his heart, but he also knew that he was supported by the people around him, so he continued to talk confidently, "Even if it is replaced by any warrior with a strategic mind, he will do better than you."

That being said, there must be a reason why a king is elected.

As for the reason, Thurps does not know it now.

Thurps also understands that he has no position to criticize the king.

He is not from this city-state, and has nothing to do with this city-state except today's giant eagle.