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

The white-haired girl hugged the lamb, snuggled up and slept soundly. The black lamb closed its eyes and was very satisfied with the embrace. It slightly adjusted its angle, and the warm wool trembled. It was a little tighter, and the other one was leaning against her back, also fell asleep, with its limbs stretched out, looking very comfortable.

I don't know if it's because of Pluto's hobby or some other reason, but his sheep are all black, but the girl said that black sheep are also very good, so I want two black sheep.

She was so fond of the lambs that Moros felt her status plummeted, and she built a sheepfold for the two lambs.

However, for some reason, the two of them liked to circle her very much, no matter what she was doing, they were always by her side, so they somehow acquiesced in their right to occupy the best position.

Sometimes they went off to have fun elsewhere, but as soon as the girl called them, they would come back bleating and let her touch their heads.

"So when can you eat mutton?" Typhon asked when he heard the news.

Tartarus respected him as a man and passed the words to Moros, and Moros also expressed his deep respect for him and passed the words to Prometheus.

Of course, the girl said with a smile that you can cut off your own tail and roast it, and it will grow back overnight, which is another matter.

Typhon said he shut up, he believed that this cruel woman would definitely be able to do it.

"I'm facing the wall and thinking about my mistakes, in order to start a new life." Typhon said, turned over and said, "I don't want to eat any mutton."

Then Typhon dreamed that little sheep jumped into his bloody maw one by one that night, and when he was still thinking, he was woken up by the heat of the magma.

Sure enough, life in prison is not so beautiful.

"Don't you give up your hair?" Tartarus expressed surprise.

Typhon said that you don't think monsters pay so much attention to food, and the real thing is to eat it in their stomachs.

"I am a god of taste." Typhon said, "What kind of steak and lamb chops do you eat? I am different. Every day when the first ray of sunlight shines on the cow's buttocks in the morning, I am chasing the cow and eating it .”

Tartarus covered his face, "Okay, don't say in the future that I know you."

"I'm called taste, you don't understand." Typhon said dissatisfiedly, "I dare say that one day, everyone will realize the value of my taste."

"Go and tell her, you have taken a fancy to her sheep, see if she will give you one." Tartarus decided to suggest with ill intentions.

"Why should I ask for a fight?" Typhon said, "I'm not stupid."

"Don't even dare to get her attention, and still say you like her?" Tartaros challenged.

"I like something, isn't it based on my life?" Typhon said rigorously, "There is also that kind of woman, how can I like it."

Tartarus smiled for a moment.

"Then I won't tell you about her in the future." Tartaros said, ready to leave, he heard Typhon patting the ground with his heavy tail, just like a restless cat.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Tartarus raised a hand, "Why do you blow your hair when you tease me?"

"Also, for humans, animals with names cannot be eaten." Tartarus turned his head halfway and said, "At least, that's what I know."

"So what's the use of them?" The God of Fate said unhappily, looking at the face of one of the lambs. The lamb looked at him with a pure and innocent expression, and seemed to be complacent about his anger.

"You can beat the leaves." The girl said happily, "and weeding."

She patted the lambs with water to help them bathe. "When they grow up, they will have goat milk to drink and make cheese." She said with a smile, "I can't help it, I just like sheep very much."

"Is there an animal you don't like?" Moros asked.

"Actually, there are still some." The girl seemed to remember something, and trembled, "For example, the ones in Pandora's box, I would like to call them my lifelong enemies."

"But it's best not to mention this matter to Athena." She raised her hand and made a silent gesture on her lips, "She will probably come to me today."

"What's the matter?" Moros asked.

"I asked her for a bottle of wine vinegar," said Prometheus casually. "I'm not really good at that kind of thing."

She stretched out her finger and pointed to a small jar placed under the wall, "That's the olives I prepared, I plan to make some pickled olives."

"What's that smell like?" Moros asked casually.

"Didn't you eat when you were in the world?"

The girl asked, she thought for a while, "It's not easy to describe, in a word, everyone likes to eat pickled olives."

"Oh my god." She sighed softly, "That lazy woman, moving a little bit will not be sorry for her food."

The owl turned twice above her head, and a package was tied to its paws. It had bright golden eyes, and it was obvious who it was at a glance.

"Help, I'm going to be smashed to death." She chose to hug Moros's waist, and if it fell down, it would be better to hit the taller one first.

Moros held out his hand, and the owl spun around again, and then he heard a voice outside the door.

"Great Lord Moros, will you allow me to visit?"

It was the voice of the Goddess of War.

"Someone said something bad about me, but I heard it."

"Why did your mother give birth to you so sharp?" The white-haired girl chose to reveal her head from behind the black-clothed God of Destiny.

Then the owl dropped the bottle precisely, and it hit her on the head.

"You are as vengeful as ever." She said, covering her head, picked up the package from the ground, and found that the small clay pot was not broken, but her head almost broke.

It directly became a murder scene.

"I think you deserve it this time," Moros said impartially.

"I just said one bad word, just one word," she said, holding up a finger.

Athena pushed open the door and walked in, "It's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs."

"I think so too," Moros said, reaching out and pressing the top of her head, not seriously, to be honest.

The girl raised her hand, and the owl landed on her wrist. She stretched out her hand and stroked the owl's round head, "You eat something inside and out, I remember that I pinched you, is there any such thing?" She Pointing to the owl's beak with his index finger, he taught.

"It's not good to take back something given to someone," Athena said.

"I think so too," Moros agreed.

"Do you two still have a good conversation?" The girl rubbed her head, "Okay, I don't know you two righteous people at all. You can go wherever you want to uphold justice. I'm going to be an olive anyway."

"Olives are enough for me in this life." She turned her head, hugged the clay pot, and said dissatisfied.

"Here we go again." Athena sighed, "I'm so pitiful, I came all the way here, brought you the best black olives, put them in my bag, and the book you asked for I helped you with the book, and I even got a ticket for the drama competition." The Goddess of War pretended, "Since you say that, I'm leaving."

"It's nothing, I always know that the goddess Athena is highly respected, give it to me."

The white-haired girl appeared behind Athena at some point, and stretched out a hand to secretly touch the buckle of her bag.

Athena grabbed her wrist. She always felt that this young girl's hand was like a cat's or a rabbit's paw. It was white and thin. She sighed, "Take it without telling me, can I hit you?"

"No." The girl smiled.

Athena sighed, and untied the bag. The girl hugged it joyfully, and happily turned her head to deal with her olive. The two black sheep stood up and followed behind her. She said: Dissatisfied, "There is no share for you, this time there is no more."

She bent down and picked up the pack of apple cider vinegar by the way.

Athena looked at her back, crossed her arms, and let out a sigh, "Is she better now?"

"Actually, if we are to be honest, no, there is almost no improvement." Moros said softly, "The power has been deprived for too long, and it is no longer possible to use the authority smoothly. Maybe it will look good in another 1000 years. "

"And she wasn't a god with strong vitality." Moros said, "Humans don't worship her, so you know, it's impossible to recover."

"Humans are just condemning her." Athena said, looking away, "She has never been crowned. In theory, she is now similar to an ordinary mountain elf."

"Though she doesn't care herself," said Athena, with a sigh, "it seems me to be bothered."

Moros picked up the bucket, "I believe she has a plan."

The girl opened the jar containing the olives, unpacked the wine vinegar, sniffed it, and was very satisfied with the taste. She rubbed the goat's head absently, and her eyes fell on the book Athena brought.

Athena is the goddess of war and wisdom. The battles of the past dynasties and the formation of the army she sheltered can be seen clearly.

Her fingers flicked through the illustrations, and the other hand added seasoning to the olive jar. The two things were going on at the same time and in an orderly manner. She seemed to have glimpsed something, and closed the book with satisfaction.

Then she sealed the lid and it was ready to eat when the time came.

She raised her hand, covered her mouth, coughed softly for a while, then looked at her palm, and still saw the familiar blood stains.

If she wasn't undead, she should have died many, many times, she thought, instead of needing to suffer enough to die.

She stood up, washed the blood off her hands, combed her hair, and walked out.

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