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

"Be careful, there is moss on the steps." The black-haired youth said in a young voice, stretched out his hand and held the girl's hand, "Slow down."

"Let's find a way to get rid of the moss." Prometheus stretched out his hand and touched the wall. "In this way, if some beautiful little girl wants to visit you in the future, it's not good for you to throw her down."

Moros smiled.

"I hope there are." He said, stretched out his hand and touched it, "Shovel them off when you have time."

The dwellings of their three gods are on the other side of Hades. Unlike Hades' palace on the vast plain, they are located in the abyss leading directly to the ground. Chaos' palace is in the innermost, in the cracks. The God of Chaos spends most of his time studying some strange occult or sleeping by himself.

"He said he wouldn't get out of bed unless the world collapsed and the planet was destroyed," Moros said. "Of course there is a possibility that he went to the toilet."

"I think so." Prometheus sighed softly, his eyes fell on the palace of Chaos connected to the wide trestle bridge, Moros pointed out, "Under the deep well, at the bottom is Lord Tartaros palace."

"He likes to knit sweaters recently, I can only bless him." Moros said, the girl seemed to think of something, and shook her head hard.

"He's going to give me a pink sweater."

"Is it ugly?" Moros said.

"Very, uncomfortable." The girl thought for a while, and decided to be honest, "I didn't know wool could be so prickly."

"I personally think there is a problem with his technique." Moros said, "You don't have to accept it."

"He said, then he will give it to Typhon to wear." The girl said, "It's even scarier when you think about it."

"Typhon really, this life is not easy." Moros sighed softly.

The palace of Tartarus lies at the bottom of the abyss, and there is only one patio above it for light, but it is better than nothing.

But the light is very bright, and from every window, you can see the golden patterns on the black walls.

The God of the Abyss is sitting at the door knitting a sweater.

"Hey, what do you think, while I can still change to Typhon's size." He raised his hand and waved.

Moros showed an expression that I will go to hell if I don't go to hell, "Master Tartarus, I will wear it."

The smile on Tartarus' face froze for a moment.

"You don't mind, the color," he asked.

"He can't see it himself. You are the one watching most of the time." The white-haired girl added, "Of course you like it is the most important thing."

The expression on Tartarus' face changed for a moment.

"I can give it to you, but please don't wear it," said Tartarus. "Just thinking about your face with this dress makes me want to spit out."

"Ah." Moros reached out and touched his face.

"You hurry up." Tartarus waved his hand.

Moros had a puzzled expression on his face, but he turned his head away anyway.

Tartarus touched his chest, maybe one day he was choked to death by Moros, and he didn't know what happened yet.

Maybe you have to mourn yourself solemnly.

God, he had never been so grateful for his immortality when he thought of the scene.

Moros walked to a stone door. He stretched out his hand, took out a key, and inserted it into the lock. "Here we are."

The black-haired youth said in a young voice, and then he turned the key, and the stone door opened.

This is, the Palace of the God of Destiny.

The faint golden brilliance leaked out from inside, but it was not sunlight, they came from the giant tree in the atrium, it was tall, with a huge canopy and twisted roots, from which the golden thread of fate germinated and flowed down , quietly floating in the air, illuminating the space purely and brightly.

The girl stretched out her hand and touched the gold thread cautiously. She turned her head to look at the young man's face. The lantern in his hand was no longer necessary. A thin layer of gold was plated on a snow-white face. Reflecting like a bright galaxy, she knew that he was a handsome god, but most of the time he looked like a malnourished plant.

However, under the protection of the golden thread, it appears calm and pure for no reason.

"It's beautiful." She sighed sincerely.

The God of Destiny stretched out his hand and looked down. Surrounding the giant tree was a pool of quiet and extremely deep water. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the shore, and a bridge floated up from the water without a sound.

"It can't compare to the ostentation of other gods." He smiled, "It's nothing."

The girl smiled and walked across the bridge. There were several houses surrounded by trees, and the walls were full of ancient books, recording the stories contained in each golden thread.

"Sometimes Furies, or Justices, come to me for these things."

Moros raised a hand and pointed to the information, "Whoever the Nemesis wants to track down, she must write it down."

"It's really heavy and trivial work." The girl sighed softly.

"The gods sometimes quarrel." Moros smiled. "Without these things, it would be very difficult."

The girl smiled and looked at his face.

"Is this fun?" she asked with a smile.

"I used to be used to it." Moros said softly, "Now, if I have to choose, I don't have much reluctance."

"That's good." The girl said with a smile.

"I thought you'd blame me for backtracking," Moros whispered.

The white-haired girl stared at him, and after a while, she laughed.

"I don't want to make decisions for you, and I don't want to think for you." She said with a smile, "I just want you to be your favorite self."

Trivial and boring work also has its meaning, doesn't it?

She knew that Moros was as dull as the pool of water under the tree, but she also knew that there was hardly anyone in this world who was more qualified than Moros to repeat such boring work so seriously.

She raised her head and looked at the splendid tree. After a while, she suddenly thought of a question, "Speaking of which, my great Lord Moros, don't you usually eat?"

Moros was slightly taken aback.

"The Nemesis will bring it," he replied.

"Then, let me teach you." The girl said with a smile, leaning slightly, "To sum up, Lord Moros, I am very dissatisfied with the results of your sightseeing here."

Moros came out of the house and saw that the girl had gotten up early and was busy with something,

"Since there is this tree." The girl raised her head and gestured, "I think I can live by planting something."

She raised her hand, and there were two seeds in her white palm, "This is a grape someone gave me."

"So you're growing grapes?" Moros asked.

"Build a grape trellis first." Prometheus replied, and she inserted several poles around the perimeter of the house.

And carefully measured the distance between them, "I think the grape shelf is still very beautiful."

"Grapes?" Moros said softly.

"It should be purple." The girl looked down at the seeds carefully for a while, then threw a pole to Moros, "Put it there." She commanded, as if she remembered something.

"I want to buy two goats," she whispered.

"What's the use of goats?" Moros asked.

"Raising grapes together will have a miraculous effect." The girl showed a secretive expression, and Moros sighed softly in her heart. If it was in the past, she probably made a pair of goats by herself.

Although she never mentioned it, her body has indeed completely collapsed. It is best not to abuse the power that could be easily and freely used in the past.

"I'll ask Pluto for a pair, he has a lot of goats," Moros said.

The girl nodded, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, "I want the white one."

Moros nodded. He dragged the ladder. The girl climbed up and put the bar on the grape trellis. Moros found that he liked watching her work. When the girl was working, her expression was always Dedicated and calm, the fingers are slender and flexible, with a certain elegance, as if butterflies can fly out of the fingers.

She held a rope made of rawhide in her mouth, and whenever she placed a crossbar, she tied it firmly to it and tied a beautiful knot. She grasped the crossbar, shook it slightly, Satisfied with my results.

"If you like, you can put a chair under it." She pointed and stepped back carefully from the ladder, "Then just like those old people, you can talk about the stories of the past."

"I didn't have any stories back then." Moros smiled, "Or I'll let you play one, you're quite a braggart."

"What are you talking about, running around the world wanted by Cronus or something?" Prometheus smiled, "A hero doesn't mention his bravery back then."

"Speaking of it." The girl clapped her hands together, seeming to think of something, "Do you want a rocking chair or a swing?"

"I have lived here for thousands of years, and I never thought about hanging a swing." Moros said with emotion.

"Is there any good in that besides showing your lack of imagination?" Prometheus said with a smile.

"It means I'm a decent person," said Moros, righteously.

"Then you don't want the swing." The girl blinked, showing a fox-like sly smile.

"Yes." Moros decided to give in.

He yielded often, and this time was not bad.

"What else do you want?" Moros asked.

"Actually, I want to grow some wheat." The girl said honestly, "But I don't know if I can live."

"I think walnuts should be fine." She quickly thought of something else, then stood up, and went to look for seeds in her pocket with great interest.

Pen refill~

There will probably be a sweet roll, let Master Moros be jealous~

感谢在2021-09-0915:32:03~2021-09-1010:50:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Cavellier;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Cangcang 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!