On the revolutionary friendship between the underworld and the underworld

Due to the kind invitation of Fairy Water Ze and the temporary mutiny of Gan Crispy Noodles, His Majesty had to stay where he was. Anyway, Xuan Jing's aura always stays in one place and will not be lost for a while.

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Where are you going, can you take us with you?"

"Stay if you can, we love you"

Nymphs with different hair colors, pure temperament or charming temperament chattered non-stop around the boys who were shorter than them. What's more, the boy in front of you is so gentle and funny, you never know what novelty he will have up his sleeve.

"Is this all made of wood?" A fairy with water-blue hair looked at the miniature mecha bird resting on her fingertips and couldn't help but admire: "It's so perfect, I dare say it's the best! Even the master craftsman Hephaestophe could not achieve such fineness!"

The young man just smiled slightly, saying that Hades is only his part-time job, his specialty is the skillful mecha hagan technique, not to mention that he is quite talented in this aspect.

As for drawing, it was learned incidentally for the purpose of drawing design drawings for mechs.

As a result, the nymphs have become more certain of their wish to keep the young boy. It doesn't matter if they are still young, and they can eat them all after a few years of raising them!

It's true that Nymphs have no offensive power, but don't forget that what they are best at is not force but gentleness that can shake even the most determined heroes.

As the saying goes, a hero is saddened by a beauty, and this trick can be used anywhere, but His Majesty is not a hero, he is just a brat in a cold skin.

"Would you like to hear me play a tune?"

After noticing the change of emotion in the eyes of the nymphs, His Majesty preemptively expressed his wish. He untied the snow-white jade flute from his waist and began to play it without waiting for the nymphs to react.

The melodious sound of the flute pierced the ears of the nymphs like a gentle lullaby. After listening for a while, the youngest fairy was already drowsy and yawning, and the older ones began to nod their heads. Gradually entered the territory of sleep gods, only the most courageous water fairy who had kissed his cheek before insisted on listening to the whole song.

"No... my lover, are you leaving..." Mizusawa Mizusawa seemed to realize something, her eyes were full of beauty, and she was reluctant to let go, "You are gone, where should I find you..."

"The green hills don't change, the green waters flow forever, and we will meet each other in the future." The young man smiled slightly and then walked away without looking back. The so-called "one leaf among thousands of flowers does not touch the body" is referring to a man as windy as His Majesty. .

It is true that he came out to look for parts, and it is true to travel around the mountains and rivers. Naturally, it is impossible to stay in one place, not to mention that the puppet he left in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss has been discovered, so it is too unwise to stay in one place.

Now it was time for him to continue on his way, aiming for Mount Olympus, the home of the gods.

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Beside the ever-burning stove, a tall god was working intently. His bare upper body and muscular arms smashed the red gemstone burned by the sacred fire again and again. The dense beads of sweat on his head indicated that he had been doing this for quite a while.

"Phew—it really doesn't work..." Vulcan picked up the gem and looked at it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion.

Since he got this gem, he has been conducting various researches on it, no matter whether it is burned or hit, it can't move it at all, and it is still what it should be.

According to his many years of experience in making weapons and armor for the gods, the ore in front of him is definitely a good material for making extremely sharp weapons, but for some reason he cannot melt it like other ores, as if this ore It's as if the little gem is being protected by someone's power.

On the one hand, he was amazed by the abnormality of the gemstone, and on the other hand, he was puzzled about the source of the gemstone. From what Pallas said, he already knew that this object was not hers, but was picked up in the wild by accident and brought back.

Gently closing the box, Vulcan carefully preserved the gem, and planned to return it to Athena when she came next time.

Since that incident, his relationship with Pallas has been awkward. If he could do something for her as compensation, he would definitely do his best, but this time he must let her down.

The honest and honest Vulcan scratched his head. He has been very busy recently. In addition to making the daily consumable weapons of the gods such as the arrows of the moon god, he also has to cast new sacred clothes for the main gods.

Of course, the original sacred clothes can also be used, but according to the trend of patterns in recent years, the old ones have long been unable to keep up with the trend of the times, and I don’t know who took the lead and threw myself to Vulcan’s side to return to the furnace The rebuilt sacred clothes were shown off, and the other main gods, who had always been extravagant and face-saving, of course quit, so they dragged out all the sacred clothes that were piled up in the corner and threw them to the free coolie Vulcan.

In the end, it was the old rascal Zeus who couldn't see so many gods bullying the only honest man in the God Realm, so he kindly listed the scheduled timetable, and asked the remaining eleven main gods to line up one by one and take their sacred clothes to find the Vulcan leader. new equipment.

Although the workload is not less, at least the pressure is much lighter. This is one of the few good things God King Zeus did...

Making sacred clothes is not just about making the shape of the armor casually. You have to consider the habits and preferences of each main god. The shape of each part of the armor and the texture on it must be carefully considered. You must not be careless, such as the sacred clothes of the God of Beauty We must pay special attention to the beauty of the armor, it doesn't matter if it is exposed, but for Aphrodite, the sturdiness is not the most important, anyway, she will not really wear the sacred clothes on the battlefield, but like Ares and Athena, who fight each other with real knives and guns, need to focus on strengthening the firmness of the armor. The armor that covers the whole body is the best. The armor of the goddess needs to be lined with soft cloth, and the leather Rough and thick male gods don't need it. The most important thing is that no matter how gorgeous the sacred clothes are, they must not exceed the specifications of the god king, otherwise it will be regarded as overstepping.

In short, after making each piece, the best craftsman in the God Realm can't help feeling dizzy. Although he is not exhausted, the continuous work also makes him a little exhausted. Whenever this happens, he goes down the mountain and wanders around to find inspiration. it's time.

As the god of fire, Hephaestus, who is not astonishing or even ugly among the gods, he has a peaceful, kind and humble heart. If it weren't for this face-seeking world, he might be able to live better.

His kindness is not only reflected in the gods but also in his attitude towards human beings. Vulcan is also a god, and one of the main gods. Most of the gods regard human beings as ants or can do whatever they want. In the atmosphere of being a servant, he can also walk into the crowd and sit on the ground with him to discuss issues. It has to be said that the good person cards issued to Vulcan can be piled up into a mountain.

But such a purebred rotten good man, his birth and marriage are so unfortunate. Putting these aside, Vulcan packed his tools and went straight down Mount Olympus to a nearby city. This is just a small city. No matter how famous it is, it is a place of faithful belief of Vulcan. Like the god it worships, it is a peaceful and peaceful place that is rarely invaded by war.

Although the city is small, it has everything it should have. Under the influence of the god of protection, the forging technology here is very superb. Almost everywhere, you can see sparking stoves and tinkling forging sounds, or mortals arguing and discussing knowledge loudly.

Vulcan likes this city very much, so he often enters in disguise to visit the weapons made by mortals or some weird things, and draws inspiration from them to create better things-never underestimates the wisdom of mortals and is also Vulcan One of the good qualities.

Today he arrived at the gate of this small city dressed plainly as usual, and the people in the city are living and working in peace and contentment today. On the surface, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but there is no pleasant knocking sound in his ears. Seeing that there are no daily workers around the iron furnaces, the square in the center of the city is extraordinarily lively.

Involuntarily, he walked towards the crowded direction, and when he got closer, he heard a series of regretful voices.

"Ugh—! Why didn't I think of this?!" A bearded man hugged his head portrait as if venting, and couldn't stop scratching his beard and hair. This weapon reloads faster and doesn't get stuck with the previous arrow, why didn't I think of that!"

This bearded man has always passed down the skill of how to make weapons from his ancestors, and it has been passed down to his generation, which is considered to be a very outstanding generation. He has always been proud of his ancestral skills. What made him utter such regretful words.

"It's really amazing. If the wings of Daedalus were not glued with wax but made by the method he said, maybe the son of the famous craftsman would not have been burned by the glory of Apollo. The wax fell into the sea, no, not only that, maybe it is really possible to reach Mount Olympus where the gods are according to his method!" A young man with an unfamiliar face said excitedly , He heard about the developed forging technology here, deliberately traveled thousands of miles from Crete to this city, which is said to be protected by the god of fire, Hephaestus, and wanted to learn excellent forging knowledge from it, but unexpectedly, he was also sent by a foreigner. The boy who came was speechless.

Hephaestus keenly noticed the "he" in the young man's mouth, and couldn't help but be a little curious. The people living here are all excellent craftsmen with superb craftsmanship. According to their words, it seems that something happened or came here to make them bow down. But besides him, who else can have such skills?

With this in mind, he asked several people in succession, and the information he got from them was nothing more than the following: In the morning, a handsome young man entered the city, and the young man saw the things they made and immediately pointed out some shortcomings. They refused to accept it and argued with it. The boy compared his own ideas and a few objects he made with what they made, and the result was that they all failed collectively. Took the hearts of all the female creatures in the city and several male creatures.

It was crazy, but many of their problems were solved immediately after the young man's suggestion. This is probably the only reason to comfort themselves after being hit in a mess.

"Then do you know which direction he's going?" Hephaestus' eyes lit up when he heard the rumors about the young man. If it was true as they said, he would definitely get to know that smart young man.

"Well, this way...over there?" The young man scratched his head and he was busy arguing just now. As for which direction the young man went, he really didn't know.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp—!" An inconspicuous bird sang cheerfully on the branch of the olive tree, trimming the non-existent feathers on its body from time to time. When it saw him, the bird suddenly tilted its head and fluttered The wings flew away with a clatter.

"That's..." Hephaestus was stunned for half a second, and immediately stepped on his lame leg and chased after him.