To be king [Greek mythology]

"Minos told me," said Thanadus.

Anyway, Knicks is taking Hypnos to the priesthood now, so it doesn't hurt to go a little later.

What's more, as one of the few gods who knew what was in the deep abyss of Hades, Thanadus was still a little worried about whether Surpus would be scared to cry when he went there.

After all, with so many great gods, even Thanadus felt a little out of breath when he went by himself.

Autumn nights are already getting a little chilly.

Before Thurpus came back, the whole bucket of hot water made by the slaves had cooled down during the conversation. There was the god of death staying here, and the slaves who wanted to enter the bedroom all knelt outside the room to face the pressure of the god of death. shivering.

However, the water was cold, and Thurps still didn't come out of the bathroom.

He needs to sort out his mood.

If you don't think about it deliberately, you can't find it. Once the word "reunion" is placed in front of your eyes, you will feel a sour tingling and itching feeling in your heart.

Thurps is very unfamiliar with this feeling, but he can still clearly distinguish the element of "joy" from his emotions.

Although I don't know what kind of expression I should use to face Minos, who I haven't seen for more than six years, but at this moment, I can only feel the sound of my blood rushing and my heart beating.

Full of life and anticipation.

Shrinking his neck in the cold bathtub, Thurps reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, not surprisingly, he found that there was an arc at the corner of his mouth that could not be suppressed.

The existence and significance of Minos in his heart is a bit more important than what Surpus imagined.

Otherwise, the mood swings would not be like this.

Thurps was in a daze for a while, and finally got out of the tub.

He had to rest well—just to let Minos see him at his best, so that Minos wouldn't worry about him.

Thurps's mind was full of what Minos looked like back then, imagining how that young man would become mature and powerful, so as not to be overwhelmed because he was too surprised when he saw Minos.

He hasn't been in this mood for a long time.

The mood of making certain decisions and working hard for the expectations and eyes of others made Thurps feel his heart beating a little faster.

"Aren't you going out to help your avatar?" Thurpus wiped his body and walked out of the bathroom, waved the frightened slave away at the door, looked back at Thanadus, and felt a little relaxed at the other party's leisurely look. A little jealous.

"After I've done everything, what should I do with my avatar." Thanadus paused slightly, "Besides, my avatar isn't doing any serious work right now."

Thurps was taken aback, looked at Thanadus for a while, "Aren't you doing business?"

"Hmm." Thanadus raised his eyebrows, "I said that we have already started robbing faith."

Thurps nodded, "So what did you do to get the faith?"

"Are you interested?" Thanadus raised his eyebrows, "If you are interested, I can take you to see it."

"..." Thurps paused, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at my missionary scene." Thanadus said and stood up, his face full of excitement. He especially wanted Thurps to know his methods, which felt really cool.

Thurps looked at Thanadus' excited look, thought about the gap between himself and the god of death, and finally rejected Thanadus' proposal.

"Compared to seeing that, I would rather have a good sleep." I always felt that the preaching scene must be ruined, Thurpus thought, and said something to appease Thanadus who suddenly languished, "Sorry, but You know, I'm tired."

Thanadus sat back down, waved to him to indicate that he didn't care, and then continued to conquer the plate of fruit in front of him.

Although there is food in the Elysee, it is still not as fresh and sweet as the world.

This kind of breath full of vitality is not something that can be tasted in Elysee.

Thurps saw that Thanadus didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and didn't ask any more questions. He just climbed onto the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep in no time.

He was indeed exhausted these past few months. Even though his spirit was still very high, his body no longer allowed him to resist.

Not long after Thurpus fell asleep, Thanadus finished eating the whole fruit plate, looked back at Surpus, stood up, spread his wings, and disappeared into the room in an instant.

On the outskirts of the city-state of Argos, the Spartan warriors in charge of disposing of the remains piled up the bodies of the Argos warriors who died in battle and prepared to burn them.

They poured oil on them and set the corpses on fire with torches.

This is the last batch of corpses that have not been disposed of. After that, they only need to sort out the population of the city-state and other chores, and hand them over to the later warriors.

The warriors watched the corpses burn completely. There was no wind tonight, and there would be no danger of burning out the firebreaks they tossed out. Several warriors communicated with each other, and finally decided to return to Argos unanimously.

Maybe you can catch the tail of the carnival.

After they left, several charred bodies emerged from the fire.

The fire on their bodies has been extinguished, and their bodies are somewhat mutilated due to the burning, but what they have in common is that their faces are still intact.

Several lifeless corpses turned their heads to look in Argos' direction, and disappeared in place in an instant.

In the city of Argos.

Sparta has a bad reputation, and the people of Argos do not believe the promise made by the young Spartan king. In their eyes, Sparta is synonymous with cruelty and brutality.

Even though the Spartan warriors have been quite restrained and calm for more than a month, the surviving Argos are still scared to stay behind closed doors.

After all, the Spartans were their enemies who killed relatives. Many Argos warriors died, leaving their wives and children alone.

What's more, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Spartans did not come out with the main force.

It's not certain what will happen when their main force arrives!

A woman holds her baby, looking sad.

At least the Spartans did not treat the surviving people harshly, nor did they search their food too much.

It's good news that they didn't go hungry.

There was a knock at the door.

The woman was so frightened that she carried the child into the cellar and hid it in her arms. After tidying up her appearance a little, she climbed out of the cellar and walked towards the door.

She carefully opened a crack in the door.

Standing outside the door was her husband—his face was bloodied, his eyes were glazed over, his body was pitted and riddled with burns, and there was a rotten smell.

On this night without wind and moon, the carnival of the Spartan warriors was interrupted by a scream that broke through the sky.

Unfortunately the woman lived in the aristocratic district, which was very close to the king's residence.

Thurps, who had never slept deeply, was startled by the scream, and woke up from his sleep with his eyes wide open.

He just dreamed that he was happily teasing the mongoose (?) when he reunited with Minos, but when he opened his eyes again, he was still in the palace of Argos. The gap is not too big.

It makes people feel special, special, special bad.

The warriors who were in charge of guarding around him quickly pushed open the door, and after making sure that Thurpus was okay, they separated into three people and walked in the direction of the screaming.

Surps rubbed his gloomy face, looked around and found that Thanadus was not there, heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the warrior at the door.

"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty, we will find out if it is..."

"Your Majesty!!" A warrior rushed over from there, pointing at the street over there, with an expression of fear or excitement on his face, and his words were in order: "The corpse! Over there!! Half burned Corpse!!!"

"……"What?

Thurps feels that no matter how high his IQ is, it is not enough.

The warrior took a deep breath, "There are several half-burned corpses walking on the street!"

"..." Thurps froze.

Don't say such a horrible thing in such an excited tone.

How to scare others.

Thurpus stood up and got dressed, glanced at the armor set aside, and finally handed it over to the warrior who followed him.

Too heavy, wear it when necessary.

"I'll go and have a look." Thurps said, straightened his collar, and walked out.

He didn't look very well - anyone who was woken up just after falling asleep would not be in a good mood.

The street where the accident happened was now brightly lit.

The warriors who came here directly from the carnival formed a circle on the street, keeping out the curious people who were poking around behind them.

A man—to be precise, a male corpse was holding the wrist of a woman who was frantically struggling with fear, and stared at her blankly.

What the hell is this Nima...

Thurpus was slightly taken aback, he felt that if he was the woman, he would also be shocked.

Thurps looked at the corpses exuding the smell of corpses, but the other party did not show any intention of attacking.

He took out the feather of Thanadus that he carried in the package, gave the surrounding warriors a calm look, and then walked out.

The corpses didn't notice his movements at all, they just stood there in a daze.

Surpus endured the smell of corpses and approached them, and the group of corpses that stayed in place did not attack him.

The young Spartan king put the feather of death on the corpse holding the woman's wrist, and the corpse fell down in an instant.

The woman screamed and ran back to her house.

Surpus looked down at the body lying on the ground, then up at the other bodies.

He saw a dead body staring at the crowd