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

"Apollo?" A teenager's voice broke in suddenly, "Why are you here?"

Apollo turned his head sharply, and it really was Hermes, the envoy with wings on his hat and shoes, he could fly around in the air as fast as his thoughts.

Apollo let go of his hand instinctively, the girl let out a cry of surprise, and managed to stand still. Against the backdrop of the white-headed snow-capped mountains behind her, the figures of the three gods became so small

"Don't worry, according to our friendship, I will definitely not report you." Hermes raised his hand and pressed his hat, blinked his eyes, and showed a smile, "You should owe me a favor."

"I already owe you a thousand, not two thousand." Apollo couldn't help but said.

"It's great that you still remember this." Hermes waved his hand exaggeratedly, "But I really didn't come here to catch you on purpose, Apollo, I'm the king of the gods." order to ask a question."

Apollo knew that this was not something he could hear. He went straight to the golden carriage, jumped on it, and continued his work today, but he suddenly remembered one thing.

Shouldn't I have apologized to that girl just now and just thrown her down.

No, why did I have to apologize to the prisoner, but I didn't know why I was thinking about it. The sun god inserted his fingers into the brilliant blond hair and pressed it hard, as if he could forget something by doing this.

But what that guy meant just now, did she discover her plan, a plan to avenge her mother even if she was punished?

If he can't protect his mother, what kind of man is he, Apollo thought in his heart, even if all the gods in the sky warn him, he still wants to chop off the head of that villain and dare to make his mother shed a tear , he will let this daring lunatic bleed all his blood.

Seeing Apollo disappear into the sky, Hermes turned around and said seriously.

"Prometheus, the sinner of the gods, are you willing to say that prophecy, the prophecy that will overthrow Mount Olympus?"

The king of the gods woke up from some uneasy dream last night, so he ordered him to come here early in the morning to convey his meaning.

Zeus didn't actually have any nightmares, he just dreamed of a past event.

The girl exposed a pale and slender wrist from the black cloak, she gently held the pottery bottle, and put the poison in the boy's palm.

"Put it in your father's wine," she said quietly. "You can do it."

"My mother will help me." The boy held the bottle in his hand.

"That's good." The girl said with a smile, "God King Cronus always likes to feast, even if no one is with him, he can drink until he falls asleep by himself."

"Is this so?" The young Zeus couldn't help asking.

"Yes." The girl withdrew her hand, her deep purple eyes seemed to be staring at something void.

"What's wrong?" Zeus asked.

"It's nothing." The girl said softly, "It's best not to drink alcohol in the future, especially if you drink a lot."

"Does it matter?" Zeus put the bottle in his pocket, "Nymphs say that wine can make the soul go out of the body and obtain a sublime experience."

"That's not the case." The girl retorted, "It will only turn a rational creature into a dead dog."

The young Zeus shook his head. He admitted that he did have a little abnormal yearning for wine, but it was no good arguing with her at this time.

"I won't be like my father." The boy said, stretching out his hand to his chest to assure him.

The girl's eyes flicked across his face, and then stayed in the same place. Zeus never knew how to judge his collaborator. He thought he was very good at pleasing little girls, so he smiled casually , "They say you can see the future."

"So what will my future wife look like?" The boy asked with a smile, "Will Metis and I get married?"

"Yes." The girl said uncomfortably, sat down and looked at the river in the distance.

"That's great." The boy also sat down, "When we succeed, I will build many ships filled with flowers and fruits, and let her be my wife."

"Speaking of which, Prometheus, you don't seem to have any male friends, and you won't hang out with them." Zeus said, "When do you plan to get married?"

"I really don't know." Prometheus replied. She put her chin on her knees and closed her eyes. "Who did you hear that I don't have any male friends?"

"Except for the black Moros who came to you and threatened you not to look at his privacy, I have never seen anyone else," Zeus said.

Prometheus laughed, "If the incomparable Moros knows what you say about him."

"How would he know if you didn't tell him?" Zeus flinched, he didn't want to offend Moros, the black-winged God of Fate, should be an existence that even his own father didn't want to offend.

This dream can be called peaceful and quiet, but when Zeus woke up, he felt a palpitation.

He remembered that night, the girl stood in the stormy night, predicting that Olympus would usher in a grand thunder and lightning, the mountain of God would collapse, and mankind would bravely declare freedom.

"You have to ask which wedding it is that will destroy the current dynasty." Zeus said, facing the courtyard, pouring himself a glass of wine.

The boy said yes obediently and happily, I will definitely convey your wishes.

"I don't know." Prometheus said with a smile.

"This is your prophecy." Hermes felt amused, "How could you not know."

"As we all know, prophecy is a kind of nonsense after poisoning vanilla." Prometheus said, spreading his hands, "How do I remember what I saw at that time?"

This answer is rogue and impeccable. Although Hermes is eloquent, he still feels a mouthful of old blood in his throat at this time.

So he drooped his always relaxed and lively eyebrows and eyes, "I am advising you out of good intentions. The thunder of the god on Mount Olympus has always been cruel and ruthless. I said these words out of my personal standpoint, to be honest A goddess like you should be loved and honored by thousands of people, instead of spending a long life here in endless pain."

The girl looked at him with a smile.

"As far as I know, you are very smart." Hermes said, with a pleasant voice, "I don't need to say a lot of these boring words."

The girl smiled lightly.

"I see." She said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I really forgot."

Hermes tapped his hat helplessly with his cane, "So, do you need anything?"

"It's nothing, it's fine." Prometheus said, and Hermes showed a sly smile, "Although you are very skilled, I still saw it."

"You plucked a feather from me." He held up a finger.

The girl confessed.

"You are still inferior to me in this aspect. You see, I have never been caught stealing." Hermes said with a smile, "It's just a feather. I can't take it back. What are you going to do with it?" Woolen cloth."

The girl smiled.

"How about using it for writing." She said with a smile, "I suddenly had an idea."

"It so happens that I like these little things too." Hermes said with a smile. He was an extremely handsome boy with bright eyes and a pleasing round face. The fate of Mount Olympus, even if he gave up a little bit of integrity, it should be taken for granted.

Although he is known as the god of tricks and deceit, he has never done this kind of deed of stealing a girl's heart.

And it was the first time he had to deal with such a guy, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but more excited, who can always refuse stimulation and challenges to live a life of stagnant water.

The girl looked at his face, she was a little shorter than him, Hermes felt like she was watching some fluffy animal, she suddenly remembered something, and laughed.

"What's wrong?" Hermes asked.

"It's nothing." The girl replied, "I just remembered that a certain servant threatened me. From now on, I will never see anyone, nor hear people's voices. For play."

She seemed to be tired, and sat down on a rock. The wind blew her hair up, revealing the girl's pure forehead that had never been kissed by anyone.

Playing with fire, Hermes couldn't help thinking of this word. He wanted to get close to this girl, gain her trust, and hear the secret answer. Playing with fire***.

He is used to that he can always try to win the favor of others, no matter whether the other party is a god or a goddess, a monster or a god.

His pride would not allow him to back down.

Hermes walked over with a bright smile on his face, "I think the king of the gods sent me because he thought that villains and villains probably have a common language."

"Or, this is something he didn't expect." Hermes said with a smile. The girl didn't seem to show any obvious resistance. Give up a small piece of open space.

Anyway, there is no way to sleep, Prometheus thought, if there is something she really wants, it is difficult for her to distinguish whether she wants to drink some water, or sleep, or pull out those diamond nails.

Being humiliated and imprisoned here, being watched by these gods one by one like watching rare animals, it really makes people feel dignified. Prometheus closed his eyes and leaned against the rugged rocks behind him. Everyone has to pay the price for their natural arrogance.

Of course she was also forced to succumb to the pressure of fate, but she did not intend to give up resistance.

She shouldn't have closed her eyes, she said to herself, once she closed her eyes, her consciousness would involuntarily slip away like an abyss, she wanted to open them again, but she couldn't do it no matter what.

Or, is this the magic power of that young god? She thought, it was really unnecessary, all her power has been suppressed now, he can just cast spells directly when he sees herself, and she has no way to resist .

Hermes supported the girl's slanted shoulder. He did use the flute to cast a spell of falling into deep sleep. He wanted to use this to spy on the girl's dreams.

But if he could get that answer so easily, the God King would have told him to try it long ago.

However, it will expose a little weakness, won't it?

Hermes smiled.