On the revolutionary friendship between the underworld and the underworld

After Athena left, Vulcan plunged headlong into the forging room and started working, but His Majesty who is now in a mortal body could only obediently squat outside the door and wait in boredom. It is estimated that Vulcan was trapped by love at this time. I had long forgotten about sending him down the mountain.

That's good, then he can spend more time looking for parts.

The little His Majesty tiptoed out of the Vulcan Temple, just like Vulcan's first impression of him, he looked too small, even Hermes, who also looked like a young man, looked taller than him A lot, if it were a demigod of the same age, it would be even more incomparable.

Of course being short also has its advantages. When His Majesty walks through the Tianhou's exclusive imperial garden openly, the people who admire the flowers inside can only see a black curvy hair passing by the flowers...

"Did something pass by outside just now, did you see it?" Hera, the Queen of Heaven who was surrounded by maids and went out for a walk, asked suspiciously when she saw this.

"No, I probably misread it." Seeing the maids shaking their heads, Hera also felt that she might be dazzled by walking around for too long...

Apollo, who had been working in the Temple of the Sun for several days, was about to take a break today. He picked up his beloved golden harp and was about to pluck the first string...

【Boom—】

Probably because he was in a bad state today, Apollo comforted himself like this, then continued to play with a wave of blond hair, and then the second string...

【Boom—】

Apollo, who realized something was wrong, immediately raised the golden harp in his hand to his eyes. After seeing it clearly, he became angry instantly. He saw that every string on the delicate and small golden harp had broken traces, but it was just covered by some adhesive. Temporarily sticking together, just a little touch will break clean.

Finally, under the wrath of the sun god, Mount Olympus, which has been shrouded in bright sunlight all year round, ushered in its first cloudy day...

After hearing all this, a small hair emerged from the grass around the temple. His Majesty broke off two small tree forks to block his figure, and slipped away silently from behind the furious Sun God. ...

The Temple of the Sun and the Temple of the Moon are close, and His Majesty, with a small tree fork on his head, came to the palace of Artemis again. Fortunately, the Temple of the Moon is empty, because the Moon recently fell in love with a young man named Orion. During the day when she wasn't working, she would go to the lower realms to spend time with him.

Although there is no one in the palace, there is a sacred beast of the moon god walking around - a deer with golden horns. This golden horned deer jumped over curiously after finding a moving leaf in the palace. , came to eat the leaves on the branches of the tree used for camouflage, and it was inevitable that the Holy Beast Lord bit the Dumao Lord mixed in the leaves of the tree.

His Majesty, whose hair was torn, turned his head subconsciously, and the eyes of the two cute creatures immediately met.

The holy beast king's cute ears were flapping back and forth, and all the air from his nose hit His Majesty's face. The always bad-tempered one didn't drive away the intruder, because the leaves on his head were delicious. In this way, the holy beast king who was bought by the leaves let go without professional ethics.

So His Majesty, who somehow managed to pass through a temple again, passed through Hestia's palace openly, and the Goddess of Fire, who was dozing on the stove, didn't notice anyone passing in front of her.

There is no way at the end of the Kitchen God's Palace, and His Majesty is a little confused when he comes here, is he lost again?

So I had to go back the same way and passed the Kitchen God's palace again. This time he accidentally kicked the decorated vase, and the vase spun around and fell to the ground with a thud and broke.

"Um……?"

Hearing the sound, Hestia's eyes opened a crack in confusion, and after seeing clearly the torn vase on the ground, he yawned again and fell asleep muttering.

"What, it's just a broken vase..."

It was so dangerous, His Majesty, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, walked out like a gecko on the wall. Now he didn't dare to run around, and now he had to find the exact location of the parts as soon as possible.

After exiting Hestia's palace, he turned left and right and walked in front of some god's palace, and walked down the steps as if nothing had happened.

"!"

Why...she saw him here? !

The Goddess of Spring rubbed her eyes and looked again, but there was no one under the steps.

Yes, how could he be so pure and noble to come to this dirty Mount Olympus, she must be missing him too much...it must be like this...

I don't know what came to mind, the shoulders of the goddess began to tremble, as if she was holding back a smile or crying.

"What's the matter, my Besephone, are you not feeling well?" Facing her beloved daughter Saturn, the expression was always kind, but there was a trace of incomprehensible emotion hidden in the loving eyes.

"No, I'm a good mother." The goddess raised her head and showed a happy smile. After she finished that thing, she could return to the underworld without any scruples to live with her beloved...

"Ahh-!"

A gust of fragrant wind hit, His Majesty couldn't help but sneezed several times. He looked depressedly at the large field of roses blooming in front of him. The pollen and almost overpowering aroma almost blinded his eyes and nose.

The sweet pink color fills the air, making people feel drowsy and hot all over. The abnormality is a ghost. No matter how coquettish these roses bloom, they will not be so strong that the pollinating butterflies and bees will not be able to lift their spirits. .

Dodging the maid who hurried past clutching her veil, His Majesty sneaked into the gorgeous palace in the middle of the rose garden curiously. This palace was obviously different from other palaces he had seen along the way, if he insisted on comparison Probably because this palace is particularly beautiful and unique.

Even the decorations inside are more than other palaces. Judging from the decoration style, this palace should belong to a certain goddess.

The more you walk in, the clearer and more ambiguous the sound that comes out of it becomes. No matter who hears it, they will blush. A feeling of beauty and obscenity.

But no matter how beautiful it is, it can't change the fact that it's just a pair of wild mandarin ducks having an affair.

Aren’t Aphrodite, the legal wife of Hephaestus, the god of fire, and Ares, the god of war, her lover, who are making ups and downs on the bed?

It is not difficult to explain why the roses outside are so coquettish. Roses are the sacred flowers of Aphrodite, and it is normal for them to emit a different fragrance than usual due to the excitement of the patron saint.

It's cracking, someone is cracking!

His Majesty Xiongzi was instantly excited, and immediately lifted the curtain to observe the oldest rhythm in the world with relish. It was okay at first, but after a long time, he became bored. Why are there only so few movements? There is nothing new at all.

His Majesty, who had lost interest, was about to lower the curtain and walk in when a decorative feather stuck in a vase next to him brushed the tip of his nose slightly...

"Ah...ah..."

"Ah~~~ah~~~~~"

His Majesty's voice of wanting to sneeze but being unable to do so subtly coincides with Aphrodite's moan of ecstasy inside. If you can't, you will be found out, but I really can't help it...

At this moment, a big hand stretched out from behind and covered his mouth in time, with a muffled puff sound, all the saliva and nose probably sprayed on the big hand.

His Majesty raised his head, and the person behind him was indeed Vulcan, who came to look for him on purpose. Hephaestus put his other hand in front of his mouth to make a silent movement, and then slowly led him out. The bedroom of the goddess of beauty.

"She is my wife, Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddess in the God Realm..." Vulcan, who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke, his expression was melancholy, and there seemed to be unresolved sorrow between the thick brows.

"You've seen it, the misfortune of my marriage." He thinks that in terms of talent and character, he is far better than Ares, a brash man with a whole body of muscles. Unfortunately, Aphrodite just likes Ares to be strong and perfect. A beautiful body and a handsome face, but these are the only things he doesn't have.

"Aren't you reconciled?"

"Of course, the emotions of gods are no less than those of humans." Vulcan smiled wryly.

He is also the son of the queen Hera, but the treatment is very different. It is no wonder that the honest and honest Vulcan will feel painful and disappointed.

"If you're not willing... just do them." The innocent-looking boy made a motion of wiping his neck with his hands. If you don't count his black belly, this motion is also very cute.

Vulcan was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands as if he was joking: "How is this possible? Although I don't like Aphrodite very much, she is my wife after all, and Ares is also my brother. this……"

The kind-hearted Vulcan always considers others first, but puts himself at the bottom. If the Greek gods are the enlarged version of each human nature, then Vulcan probably magnifies the good side of human nature to the extreme, commonly known as Bad guy.

But bad people also have a bottom line. Usually, the gentlest people are the most vicious once they lose their temper, because they hide all the grievances accumulated in their hearts in the bottom of their hearts, like a mountain full of explosives. When it reaches a critical point, only one A small fuse can ignite all the explosives.

Instead of letting the explosives pile up deeper and deeper, it is better to create an opportunity to vent all these years of grievances in one breath. He doesn't want such an excellent craftsman to fall like this, and...

If I remember correctly, both Aphrodite and Zeus owe him something...