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

"This kind is not for eating, but for sniffing." The owner said with a smile, and put an orange in the young doctor's hand. The doctor held it in his hand, lowered his head to smell it, and smiled.

"It smells good." He said softly, "It's really fresh."

"There are a lot of new things now." The owner said, the doctor's eyes were attracted by the glass blowers in the distance, and the glass was blown into exquisite smooth vases, colorful.

the weather is nice today.

"Is there anything delicious here?" asked the doctor.

The owner thought for a while, "Everything is delicious." He said seriously, "But I think the one on the street outside is not bad."

The doctor walked through the bustling market, raised his head high, and smelled various smells in the air, including poultry, fish, vegetables, and fruits.

A fat old man, a thin young man, a woman holding a child, and a beautiful girl holding a milk jug.

"It's unlucky again today." Someone said.

"Then try again tomorrow." Someone comforted.

"Hey, wait a minute." The doctor heard someone calling him, and he stopped. The voice was very familiar. He turned his head and saw Typhon's face. The father of calamity passed through the crowd, and his face was crowded unhappy.

"What are you doing here?" asked the doctor.

"I heard that you are going to attack the White Horse Rider." Typhon said briefly, "Can you?"

"I think you still can't beat it now."

The doctor covered his mouth, "You can say a few words less."

"I invite you to eat noodles." He said.

For the sake of face, Typhon decided not to bite off his finger.

"Why do you suddenly have such an idea." Typhon said, "I know you have always been a merciful holy father, but how should I put it, if you kill the white horse rider, you will not be able to return home."

The doctor swirled the dough with a fork.

"I don't know either." He said softly, and he took a bite of the noodles lightly, "I don't know either."

"I just know it's good to be alive," he said.

Typhon stared at him, the pupils of his scarlet eyes dilated slightly.

"Then you're not going home." Typhon asked softly.

"Speaking of which, we can be regarded as friends." The doctor asked.

Typhon nodded.

"You say yes, I am a very casual person." Typhon said.

"You have come to see me." The doctor said with a smile.

Typhon shook his head, "You are really self-indulgent."

"Where have you been all these years?" the doctor asked.

Typhon took a bite of the sausage and smiled contentedly, watching the grease burst out of it.

"I did something." He said softly, "Speaking of it, you may not understand one thing."

"Have you ever liked someone in your life, and then you found that you and her are really unworthy, very different people, and it is impossible to be together at all." Typhon said softly, "But I always think of her, always Thinking of her."

"Hate her even," Typhon said softly.

"Why?" whispered the doctor, "why hate her."

"I am such an extreme guy." Typhon said, "I hate her very much, I hate her so much, I wonder if she will have unhappy things from now on if I die."

The doctor was silent.

"I seem to understand a little, but not quite," said the doctor honestly.

"That's right, it's normal for a natural good person like you and a natural villain like me to not understand each other at all."

Typhon said, showing a smile, the sharp canines reflected the cold light.

"You're not as bad as I thought." The doctor said softly, "Although you're a little reckless, haven't you done nothing for so many years?"

"You might be able to live like this and find someone new to love," the doctor said.

"Actually, I may not understand what love is at all." Typhon couldn't help smiling, "What I just said was also some strange words, you don't have to take it seriously."

"I came to you because I have been preparing for one thing." Typhon said, looking at the bright sunshine outside, "I have been busy with this thing these years."

"I'm going to attack the red horse rider." He said with a smile, "Didn't that guy say that the most important thing is to kill the red horse rider and the white horse rider first, so that there is a chance to kill the black horse rider."

"Eliminate the plague, quell the war, and then eliminate the famine." The doctor said, holding his face, and put it in his mouth. "To be honest, this kind of cuttlefish juice looks scary, but after you get used to it , it does feel good."

The knight on the red horse is the most perverse and violent of the four knights. The doctor once wondered who could kill him.

But in his thinking over and over again, it seems that no one who can help him can defeat him.

"Why, didn't you say you didn't participate?" the doctor asked softly.

"I really have no position to participate." Typhon said, playing with his fingers, "but how should I say it?"

"Speaking of which, let me tell you a story." Typhon said softly, "Many, many years ago, you know, in the time of the gods, there was a group of old gods fighting against newborn gods."

"A god named Tartarus was commissioned to create an invincible monster."

"He has the wings of a skyscraper, the claws of an eagle, and every finger is a poisonous snake." Typhon said softly, and the doctor looked at his profile, with a set of delicate earrings on his pointy ears.

"Then he was indeed very powerful, so powerful that all the gods fled in panic, but he lost."

"Because when he was fighting, the gods who drove him to fight didn't know what to do, and his father was even more concerned about himself, so he almost got some fruit wine to watch a show."

Typhon said softly, his voice was low and steady, but with a certain emotion, buried deep in the bottom of the water, "He was defeated."

"The victor mocked him and cast him into the deepest depths of hell." Typhon breathed out, "He is going to sleep in it and never wake up again."

"He is really annoying, ugly and brutal, he doesn't know what love is, and he doesn't know what beauty is."

"There are no friends, no lovers, and they are constantly being destroyed from the moment they are created."

"Guess what he found what he wanted most in the thousands of years of captivity?" Typhon laughed.

The doctor shook his head, "Free?"

"No."

"Love?"

"No."

"A friend?"

"No."

Typhon raised a finger, "I found that I wanted to fight, a fight to the death, I was made to fight."

"You don't have to think so." The doctor's voice was a little anxious.

"Look, you are really a bad guy." Typhon said with a smile.

"So I was thinking about what kind of battle I want." Typhon said softly, "Later I understood."

"I don't want to fight alone." He smiled, and the smile was fleeting on his face, "It's interesting."

"I want to fight with people." He raised his head, staring at the blue sky, "with friends, even with accomplices."

"Fight for what I can see," he said. "Even to the last drop of blood, it feels like a good fight."

"For example, in order to hurt some heartless woman with my own death." He showed a nasty smile.

"What?" asked the doctor in surprise.

Typhon spread his hands, "Why do you all have this expression, I said I like that woman quite a lot."

"In the end, none of you believed it." He said softly.

"But this kind of liking, to be honest, I can spit it out first, according to your values."

Typhon laughed arrogantly, "Of course I don't want to marry her, and I don't want to go to the theater with her or do those weird things."

"It's been said that I'm a rotten person, and I don't have any love at all." Typhon said, his eyes were bright red, and the doctor couldn't help but think of the story, the nightingale sang with her chest against the rose, and the branch finally bloomed red roses.

"I just want that one day, when this little girl encounters something that can't be dealt with, she will appear brilliantly, and then say it's just a piece of cake, and then go away and say, little girl, don't treat me too much." Too many fantasies, I'm a man like the wind, you can't afford it."

"Is it dirty enough to be perverted?" Typhon asked with a smile.

The doctor was silent.

He couldn't comment. According to normal people, this kind of feeling is simply abnormal, and none of it makes sense.

Typhon laughed unscrupulously, drowned in the noisy voice of the tavern, "Just like a hound chasing a rabbit, I think a man should chase a woman."

He raised his head, exposing his protruding and rough Adam's apple, and poured a large glass of wine down his throat.

The moth rushed to the candle flame and burned itself to dust.

"Then I'm interested in that little girl because she is strong enough. I admit, she is stronger than me in many cases, which is really annoying."

Typhon wiped the corner of his mouth, "But such a dangerous guy, don't you want to possess it for a while?"

The doctor nodded gently, "You are right."

People in the world always choose to sacrifice for various reasons. He sometimes thinks that everything is judged regardless of one's heart.

"She's a nasty woman." Typhon poured himself another glass of wine, "Speaking of which, you know, this guy gave me a seed."

"What is it?" the doctor asked softly.

He already knew the answer.

Typhon gently stretched out his hand, and a blood-red rose bloomed in his palm, "It's this one."

"I knew the plant was strong, and it broke the sky of Tartarus, so I slipped out in the form of a cat, and I plucked the only rose that bloomed."

"Under the sun." Typhon said softly, with a calm and serene expression on his face, "Although it was not a flower for the loved one at that time, maybe I knew it a long time ago, love It's a good thing."

"Good things that make you happy."

"If falling in love with someone can make you better." Typhon said softly, "You don't have to suppress the violence that surges in your heart, and you don't need to feel lonely and betrayed from time to time."

"Wouldn't that be great." He put away the rose, "I've already won."

He put a hand on his chest, "Thank you." He smiled and said, "Listen to the confession of my rotten man."

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