You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"You dregs of this world, liar, bastard! Can you walk a little faster?" The tall and burly mighty god angrily said, pushing the girl on the shoulder, and the worn white clothes on her body slipped a little, revealing her scars Mottled shoulders.

Although they are healing quickly, traces of pink can still be seen, perhaps because they are too deep.

"And what's wrong with you, I know you're lame, but I haven't seen you walk so slowly in normal times."

He turned his head to look at the gods following him. Hephaestus was a pale young man who looked like a plant growing in the dark, with irregular freckles on his face. The gods Everyone said he was ugly.

However, if he is not in the heaven, he is just an ordinary-looking person, far from being ugly as they say.

He put the hammer on the ground. "I'm going to fill the kettle. This is the last place I can get water."

Hephaestus raised his eyes and glanced at the two servants, "You don't want to go back without water, do you?"

"Alright." The two servants of the God King shook the water bottles at their waists, and found that there was indeed not much left. They squatted down by the spring, untied the water bottles, and put the chains around the prisoner's neck. He held it tightly in his hand.

The girl pursed her lips, and leaned over a little to prevent her neck from being strangled.

"Wait a minute," said Hephaestus, and the two servants looked at him impatiently, "What's the matter with you?"

"According to the rules, criminals should be well-off before serving their sentence." Hephaestus said, he took out the key from his pocket, "You don't have any objections, do you?"

The two servants had heard that although this god usually looked weak and deceitful, some people said that he was gloomy and irritable, so when they saw his face darken, they still felt a little oppressed.

"This guy is full of tricks. If he escapes, you will take full responsibility." The mighty god glanced at the violent god, and the two exchanged glances and said.

"As you like," said Hephaestus, "turn around."

"We are not all women, and this guy is considered a woman." The two servants said, "If you have ideas, she is your own."

"Can he have the guts." The two whispered.

"Probably not."

The young man stretched out his hand for the girl to put the shackles on his hand, then took out the suitable one from the key, and inserted it into the keyhole. The shackles were specially made by the king of gods, and there was a steel pick in the middle to lock the girl's slender wrists. When he pierced it from the inside, the bleeding stopped quickly and began to heal quickly.

"Does it hurt?" He couldn't help asking, and the girl smiled softly.

"Fortunately."

Although Hephaestus had a mediocre appearance, his hands were beautiful, and so were his arms, which were covered with well-proportioned but solid muscles. He noticed the girl's hand.

White and delicate, the ten fingers are slender and somewhat translucent, and when they move, it seems that butterflies can fly out of the fingers.

This is a pair of hands belonging to the creator. These hands endowed the silent earth with countless birds and beasts, and also shaped another intelligent, emotional race, and they are now multiplying on the earth.

And these hands also weighed the crown on the scales, to choose its owner.

He lowered his eyes and turned his head.

The girl's deep purple eyes blinked, she raised her hand, and unbuttoned her neckline, and then Hephaestus heard the sound of water.

He couldn't help thinking of his fiancée. If these two strong and vulgar servants didn't think Prometheus was a woman, then his fiancée was a woman among women in their hearts.

Her name is Aphrodite, and she was born in the sea of ​​brilliance. On the day she was born, waves as white as pearls surrounded her, and every time her feet as white as jade fell on the beach, brilliant flowers bloomed. , all the gods couldn't take their eyes off her, and there were countless people who coveted her.

Then, said the All-Father, marry the most beautiful goddess to the ugliest male god.

He had a polite silence on his face at the time, but the next moment he realized something, the surrounding gods took a step back, and he was let out alone, growing like an untimely weed in the golden and emerald green Courtyard.

The ugliest male god is himself.

He raised his head to look at the radiant face of his fiancée, and a trace of unconcealable sadness flashed across her blue eyes for a moment.

He is a sensitive person by nature, and he really understood at that second that he was rejected.

Someone pushed him from the back, telling him to go forward and hold his fiancée's hand. He hesitated and took a step, exposing his two legs, one long and one short.

He limped over.

The gods erupted for a burst of applause or ridicule, but at this moment he just wanted to drink a few jars of wine and pour himself unconscious.

Just as he was about to get out with a red face, the father of the gods pressed his shoulder, "You stay here, I have a task for you, to capture a god back."

"Is this now?" he asked, as two of Zeus's strongest and most brutal servants had come before him.

"The sooner the better." He heard the All-Father say, his voice a bit gnashing of teeth.

He hurriedly picked up the golden cage and chains that could capture gods from his palace, and brought two servants to the world. He really needed to do something to make him forget what he had done just now.

"Ah, indeed I did it." The girl said with a smile, tilting her head slightly, and a child was holding her hand.

One even climbed onto her back, with a small round face protruding from her shoulders, and between her fingers she was playing with a clean and slender wooden stick that had just written on the clean sand of the river beach. Calculations of the calendar taught the emerging races how to sow the seeds of plants according to the laws of the stars.

She was born slender and delicate, but there was an extraordinary arrogance about her body, people would never mistake her, she was the uncrowned king of this world.

Her charges were clear and well-documented, but Hephaestus didn't know why he was always a little unhappy. On the way back, he whispered to the girl, "If you return the fire, maybe the gods will die." Father can quench his thunder, and I really don't want to inflict such atrocities on my own kind."

The girl laughed when she heard this.

"Maybe." She said with a smile, "but don't you think it would be better for the world for a dangerous person like me to stay in hell?"

Her purple eyes looked at the face of Hephaestus, "You are the son of Zeus and Hera, Hephaestus, the god of fire and craftsman."

Hephaestus knew that this girl was the most powerful prophet, and he probably knew all about his story.

He lowered his head and looked away, "Yes."

I'm ugly, he couldn't help thinking in his heart, this girl must think I'm ugly just like the gods.

However, her gaze still seemed to stay on her own face.

"You seem to be in a bad mood." The girl said briskly, lifting the chain on her wrist, "Look at me, don't you feel happy?"

Hephaestus turned his head, "No, I'm not, I'm not in a bad mood."

"Your father wants you to marry someone you don't want." The girl smiled, and they walked up the steps of Mount Olympus. She seemed indifferent to her own fate, but she was very concerned about his affairs. curious.

"It's not that I don't like her, I just." He found that he couldn't help expressing his thoughts, the girl looked at him with gentle and forgiving eyes, "If you don't want to talk about this, then, I wish you in advance Happy wedding?"

Hephaestus bowed his head deeply.

It seems that he has never completely resisted his bad fate once in his life. When he was just born, he was thrown off the sacred mountain by his mother and became lame since then. Although he was finally accepted when he grew up, he built a Such a magnificent palace, but it seems to have received little gratitude.

And this girl is a lunatic.

She didn't dare to resist, he heard her coming and going with the king of gods.

"If you tell me how my end will come, or what day it will be." The God King snapped.

"What's the rush, wait slowly, anyway, whoever abandons you, it will definitely not abandon you." The girl yawned and replied.

"You have to think about what will happen to you if I ask you to wait with me." The God King walked in front of her, and a huge shadow enveloped her.

"Then I don't care. I'm neither afraid of too much nor too little of this kind of day." The girl said lightly, raising her head slightly, and her chin outlined an arrogant curve.

The God King's lightning left a deep burn mark on her shoulder, she raised her hand to cover it, her face showed no sign of pain at all, as if she felt no pain at all.

"Don't abuse violence, Zeus." She said softly, "Of course, people like you only want slaves, not friends."

"It's really refreshing to say the word friend from your mouth." Zeus said, pressing one hand on the wall and taking a deep breath.

Hephaestus didn't dare to stay for too long. He lowered his head and walked out of the range where he could hear the conversation between the two.

The sound of the water stopped, and he turned his head abruptly. To be honest, he was still worried that the prisoner would escape, because he had never seen his father lose his temper before.

The girl didn't know when she put her clothes back on, and she sat on a rock beside her to dry her hair. Hephaestus saw her palm made of mud and spring water into a small bird.

She lowered her long eyelashes, covering a shadow under her eyes, and she blew on the clay sculpture, a taupe, chubby bird struggled out of the mud with fluttering wings.

"I bestow you with courage and humility." The girl said softly, and the bird's black bean-like eyes began to shine. She stretched out her palm so that the bird jumped down and landed on Hephaestus' feet.

"It's yours now." The girl said with a smile, "It's just a bit of kindness left by some virtuous elder."