greek gods in new york

26

Not an old god, but can he be?

I failed to understand the meaning of the person who reported his family as "Benji".

"you……"

I blinked, and decided to skip the vague hints and get straight to the point: "What's the matter with you?"

"May I speak to you alone, Miss Hawke," Benji asked politely, "not going out of the pizzeria, how about we change tables?"

He came out of the blue, but he was very polite, and he proposed to have a private talk in the same room, and would not take me away alone.

Every detail shows that this young man who is suspected of being an old god is very self-cultivated.

Then I have no reason to refuse.

"Okay."

I got up: "Go to the opposite table."

Benji nodded happily: "Please, Miss Hawke."

The two of us walked through the lobby of the pizzeria and sat by the window.Benji even thoughtfully ordered a drink for me. Just as the waiter brought up the glass, Loki, who was talking to Pandora in a low voice, suddenly walked over with his long legs.

"Can I join?" he asked with a gentle smile.

That's the question, but Loki sat next to me without saying a word, showing no intention of leaving.

"of course."

Benji didn't mind, on the contrary, he gave a very welcome attitude: "All the old gods can join."

I was startled.

He seems to know the details of our people...

Benji, who was sitting across from him, had an unattractive appearance and looked like a young African-American who could be seen casually on the street.But he was dressed in very British style: a tight shirt, a dark suit vest, matched with a pair of well-cut suit pants, and even held a hat in his hand.

In addition, when he speaks with a faint British accent, I also believe that he is a college student from Oxford.

"You just said you're not who I thought you were," I asked in a low voice, "You mean you're not the old god?"

"Please allow me to report myself."

Benji said calmly, "I am the poison () oracle of the Azande."

Me: "Uh, poison () medicine god?"

Benji smiled.

He seemed not at all surprised that I would say this, but just shook his head: "Our tribal culture does not endow certain behaviors, specific objects, or natural phenomena with personalities and names, and shape them into gods. Maybe you in Europe People do that, but I'm from South Sudan, and in our concept..."

"Well, use a theory you can understand," he thought for a moment, "that is, we believe that all things have spirits and are gods. So I'm sorry, Miss Hawke, but I'm not the old god in your understanding."

Whether it is or not, Benji's words have confused me anyway.

I pondered for a moment, and finally I just responded in embarrassment: "You can call me Nicole... May I ask where is South Sudan?"

Rocky moved closer to my ear and lowered his voice: "East Africa is one of the poorest regions in the world."

It was so close, and Loki's voice was so low, that I barely heard it, but Benji seemed to hear it perfectly.

"Yes," he admitted generously, "I come from the poorest part of the world."

Whoa.

It feels like someone else's small talk is heard, and I feel embarrassed for Loki.

And, is he so good at hearing?

"You said you were the oracle of poison () medicine," I asked, "not the old god, what is it?"

"In tribes, oracles are used to predict the future."

"Does it mean divination?"

Benji still maintained a smile: "Divination is the job of a witch doctor, and I am an oracle, which is different."

Ok, completely blown my mind.

First of all, whether it is oracle or divination, Benji sitting opposite me is not an ordinary person anyway.

Secondly, he is from an East African country, and he is a god-like existence in the tribe, but he does not admit that he is a god.

"Just listen to him."

Loki was not embarrassed at all: "It's fine to treat him as an old god. The world is so big, and the religious belief systems in many places are different from what you know. It is impossible to apply your own inherent understanding mechanically. Only white people So arrogant."

Me: "Uh..."

But these words can't explain my confusion!

"I'm sorry," Loki turned to look at Benji, "Nicole just passed her 16th birthday, so don't take it too seriously."

Benji kept smiling: "It's okay."

Although he is dressed in British style and speaks with a British accent, Benji doesn't have much British airs.He cheerfully picked up the soft drink in front of him: "Don't talk about Nicole, even many old gods can't understand what my tribe means 'there is no god'. Since I moved to New York, I have explained it countless times. got used to."

"Nicole doesn't have to care. There are many 'Gods' in Asia, Africa and Latin America, but they are all like me."

When it came to the word "God," Benji made a quotation mark with both hands.

"We don't have an established image. Rather than a god, it's more like a supernatural phenomenon that local people generally believe in," he said. "The old gods were born from belief, and our people have always believed in our existence, so we followed suit. Appear."

"You see, the Loki around you has his own story, so in the hearts of humans who know him, there is a common image of Loki. Like your father Ares, your grandfather Zeus, it is the same.

"But we are different. For example, Nicole, walking on the land of East Africa, you will see many ordinary people who look like me, look like me, and even have similar personalities.

"My name 'Benge' just means an oracle, not a specific name of a specific god. Although our tribe also has the supreme god 'Mboli' who created all things, people worship That's not it.

"So I said that I am not an old god, but a specific collection of specific spirits of a civilization. But to be careful, it is too complicated. Every place has its own customs and different cultural systems, so don't pay too much attention to me As Loki said, just treat me as an old god."

Benji took the trouble to explain it to me in detail.

However, I still half understood.

The main reason is that I really can't figure out why there is no belief system without a mythology system.

The young man sitting across from me was sincere and polite. I believe he would not mind if I asked the question bluntly, but would continue to explain it to me.

but……

No matter how foolishly you ask, it will appear too ignorant and disrespectful to the other party!

For the first time in my life, I felt ashamed of my poor knowledge.

The main reason is that it doesn't matter if you don't understand, but the other party still doesn't understand after explaining seriously, this kind of feeling is really bad.

The fundamental reason is that there is no basic concept in my mind.

"I, I will go back and look up the information carefully, looking for related books to read," I said shyly, "I'm sorry."

"It should be me saying thank you."

Benji seemed very moved: "How many old gods would not choose to understand our culture, Nicole."

However, this does not assuage my guilt.

This is the first time I know that gods can "have no name".

As Loki said, it is indeed too arrogant to acquiesce that the gods of the whole world exist like the gods of Greek mythology.

After realizing this, I vaguely knew the purpose of Benji's visit.

"Then you came here today," I asked cautiously, "for what?"

"What do you think, Nicole?" Benji asked without answering.

"In the past, you didn't exist in my cognition at all," I thought for a while, "You appeared today because of... er, 'that thing'?"

Benji gave a relieved smile.

"You are really sharp."

He put down the drink glass in his hand: "My name among ordinary people is Uruk Kenny, and I am Ms. Robert's secretary."

I was shocked immediately.

Ms. Robert is Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

She even specially replied an email last semester to mock me!

I probably didn't hide my expression, Benji said slowly: "Yes, all emails to Athena will go through me first, including the emails you sent to her. Nicole, I forwarded that email to Athena of."

I couldn't help twisting my face: "Then her reply..."

Benji was a little dazed: "She replied to you by herself, did she say anything excessive?"

Me: "...Forget it, it's nothing."

Benji looked at me carefully, and then felt a little helpless: "I guess it's not a good word, Athena has that kind of character."

Me: "Does she know you are, 'Old God'?"

I imitated Benji's gesture and put a quotation mark on the word Old God.

"She knows," Benji gave me an affirmative answer, "but I didn't find you through her, but I contacted your godfather—don't make such a face, we old gods who have been excluded from Western civilization. It's normal to help each other. Fernando thinks I can help you, Nicole, that's why I'm here."

"help me?"

"Helps you better understand the 'thing' you're talking about."

As he spoke, Benji clasped his hands on the table.

"No one can give His name right now. He has no entity and identity," Benji said. "The mythology system and god knowledge you understand cannot be applied to Him at all. Compared with a specific image, He is more like A collection of energies."

The African-American youth in front of him pointed to himself after speaking.

"Don't you think his form of existence is closer to mine?"

what……

really?

The difference is that "that thing" has not formed a real entity, and Benji should have existed for a long time, so he has his own specific image, and this image is not special, it is more like a large collection of common features of local people.

I turned to look at Loki.

As a member of the Norse gods, Loki doesn't understand Benji much more than I do.

He pondered for a moment: "It's just that I was negligent. It's really similar to what I said."

"We seldom communicate with you, and we seldom appear in front of your eyes," Benji said modestly. "Even when I work under Athena, I am busy as a human being more often. The last time I saw Norse god, or when you first came to America, that was—around 1607?"

I:"……"

I finally understood why Benji had a British accent in his English.

In the seventeenth century, the United States did not exist, and this land still belonged to Britain.

He came here from East Africa with his followers because of the black slave trade in the colonies.

No wonder he knew Fernando, seventeenth century, my godfather... perhaps just Fernando from Tezcatlipoca.

For a moment I was a little sad.

"There is one more thing, maybe it will exceed your cognition."

Touching my sadness, Benji just smiled lightly, as if what happened to his people and his believers would no longer arouse his own indignation and pain.

He even changed the subject on his own initiative, and said rather slyly: "That means I still have believers in this land, so...an 'old god' like me still has divine power."

Me: "What?!"

Benji smiled triumphantly.

He took out a delicate little bottle from his arms.

"In my land, the poison () oracle was first fed to people, then it was fed to chickens, and then a great oracle was requested."

Benji put the vial on the table.

"Would you like to try it, Nicole? Let's go to the supermarket and buy a live chicken."

The "old gods" from East Africa winked at me.

"I hope that the oracle will come to see what he is and why he came to the world."

27

The power of the old gods comes from belief and worship.

In areas far from the influence of monotheistic religions, some old gods still enjoy offerings from believers.

So until the 21st century, the old gods who still have enshrinements can still use divine power.

There's nothing logical about it.

but--

Benji's light words broke my cognition.

Then I got annoyed.

That old Zeus, he lied to me!

What is saving the old gods, what is the chosen daughter, what is the only savior, all these have to be established on the premise that all the old gods have no divine power.

But now, sitting across from me, Benji admits that he still has supernatural powers.

In other words, my particularity is limited to the Olympian pantheon—maybe plus the Norse pantheon, and other categories of old gods who have lost their believers.

So, why let me get involved in this mess, and change to an old god with supernatural power, maybe it will be easier to customize everything.

Why didn't Zeus contact Benji?

Simple, because Benji is not his descendant, not "his own god".

It was only because Zeus was selfish in nature that he came to me and found it convenient!

I'm furious!

In front of Benji, I don't want to explode directly, so I can only frowned and hold back the fire.

Benji misunderstood my emotions.

"Kidding."

He said to ease the atmosphere: "I won't really let you take poison () medicine."

I took a deep breath: "I'm not aiming at this matter. If you really want to hurt me, you can do it directly."

but……

In order to control my anger, I deliberately changed the subject.

"In your tradition," I asked curiously, "do you really let people take () poison?"

"It used to be true."

Benji replied: "But a long time ago, we chose to feed the poison () medicine to the chickens. We can go to the supermarket to buy a live chicken to ask the oracle to come. It is cheap, safe, and efficient."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that it is not only the western society that has been making progress.

The 21st century is just fine.

"A joke is a joke."

Benji put the delicate glass bottle back into his pocket, and said seriously, "I'm looking for you today, Nicole, because I heard that the equipment developed by Xinshen is in your hands."

Sure enough, there is nothing new under the sun.

I thought about it, probably because Hermes knew about it, he is famous for his "big mouth".

However, Xinshen seems to have no intention of hiding it.

"I hope you can share relevant data with us."

Benji explained the real purpose of coming very solemnly.

"One is because 'gods' like me are closer to his form of existence; the other is that we, like the new gods, have more or less divine power, so we can do comparative research."

He spoke frankly.

"Of course, we won't let you share it selflessly. In return, we can also help you."

Hearing this, Loki, who had been choosing to listen in silence, finally regained his spirits.

"Tell me what you can offer."

"of course."

Benji said with a smile: "First of all, as the secretary of the Minister of Education, I can provide Nicole with academic guidance and introduction. Recommendation letters and the like are on me."

I take a deep breath.

Xiti refused and was ridiculed before, but now Benji offers the promise, which is too tempting!

And he definitely wasn't talking casually.Benji even pulled a business card out of his pocket with the name "Uruk Kenny" on it.

I grew up so big, this is the first time someone handed me a business card!

"Secondly, the foreign gods and the local gods have been secretly fighting for so many years. Since Nicole is a breakthrough, we will also provide corresponding protection."

Benji handed me the card.

"How about it, Nicole? Would you like to work with us?"

I subconsciously turned my head to look at Loki.

Loki, who was sitting next to me, just shrugged his shoulders.

"This is about your life," he said. "Where do I have the right to speak? You make your own decisions."

"..."

I never saw you respect me so much when I was selecting courses!

However, I do understand why Loki can be so slick.

Although everyone said that he was cunning, insidious, and liked to lie and bury people.In the past, this was an extremely annoying quality, but in the 21st century, even if the old gods were wary of him, they did not have a low opinion of Rocky himself.

Compared with other gods, Loki's emotional intelligence is really online.

For example now.

Give me the right to choose, even if there is suspicion of being a shopkeeper and avoiding responsibility, it makes me feel very comfortable.

I pondered for a long time and made up my mind.

"Then let's cooperate," I said, "If the Outer God gains the upper hand, it will be of no benefit to everyone."

Mainly, the conditions of the recommendation letter are too tempting!

Benji suddenly showed two rows of neat white teeth.

"That's great, Nicole!"

He warmly extended his right hand to me: "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

A well-dressed, well-mannered senior intellectual offered to extend his right hand to me, which made me a little embarrassed.

The main reason is that all the old gods I met treated me like a child, and no one would shake hands with a child.

I stretched out my right hand in embarrassment and held it together with him.

"Thank you." I said.

"It should be."

Benji smiled and took out a palm-sized sticker from another pocket and gave it to me.

"Turn on the light," he said, "you stick it in the bedroom, if He comes close to you secretly, or wants to hurt you, our God will notice."

I took a closer look.

What Benji handed me was a Chinese New Year picture that can be seen everywhere in Chinatown, and it costs a few cents a piece.

On the glowing red and golden fluorescent cardboard, there was printed an image of a god with a golden light on his head surrounded by a crowd of children.

I:"……"

It was for my Asian classmates, who would close their eyes and call it "good soil", "stereotype" or even question my racist style of painting.

what's the situation? !

Can you not have such a rustic aesthetic!

And I was asked to post it in the bedroom. After the horror movie-style BB, there is another very festive New Year picture.

Although I am not the kind of person who cares about the living environment, I feel that my family will not be better if this continues.

"Look."

Luo Ji was also shocked by the golden New Year pictures, and said speechlessly: "My cotton doll is quite cute."

Benji couldn't help laughing: "If you don't think it looks good, you can put it in the book."

we can only do this.

I reluctantly took the New Year picture and put it in my pocket at the speed of light.

After the conversation, I tried to get Benji to have dinner with us, but he had no intention of disturbing our team's celebration. He just put his hat back on, waved goodbye to Rocky and me, and left.

"He... is quite self-cultivated." I sighed.

After getting used to seeing the old gods with incomparable personalities, a normal personality suddenly appeared, and it was hard not to have a good impression of him.

Loki agrees too.

"They are different from us," he commented seriously. "Outside of Europe, such as Benji, who are more like personalities produced by collective belief consciousness, were born earlier than us. Because of this, these gods are incomparable struggle and rarely participate in activities.”

"Then now—"

"Now they choose to come forward."

Loki's smile faded slightly: "Maybe the situation is getting worse."

I was startled.

But then a faint smile appeared in Loki's dark blue eyes again.

"Let's go," he said nonchalantly, "If you don't go back, the pizza will be gone."

Needless to say.

Sure enough, when we went back, the pizza on the table disappeared like a cloud.

Fortunately I was full.

"It's been so long," Hermes looked up, "There's nothing left, how about some fried chicken wings for the two of you?"

"Need not."

Rocky sat down happily: "I see that you guys are discussing heatedly, what are you talking about?"

Pandora: "Next Friday is homecoming, and we're talking about the prom."

After speaking, she looked at me with great interest: "Is Nicole ready for the dress?"

Homecoming is a festival to celebrate the start of school every year after the end of summer vacation and the start of school.Even a not-so-good school like Changjie Middle School would invite well-known alumni back to give speeches.

Accordingly, the homecoming dance that everyone is looking forward to is a must.

As for me……

I sat back next to Meryl blankly.

Unlike Pandora who was looking forward to it, Meryl also maintained a light mood.

She adjusted the frame of the mirror: "Playing games?"

I nodded: "Well, I won't go to the prom, let's play games."

Pandora: "..."

Pandora, who was sitting opposite, gave me and Meryl a shocked expression as if seeing an alien.

"You, what are you talking about?"

She couldn't believe it: "You don't plan to attend the homecoming dance?!"

What are you participating in!

"Let's forget about our level," I muttered, "and I didn't buy a dress."

Decent dresses are very expensive, and my dad has a hard time traveling long distances to make money.

Besides, I'm not very good at dressing up. I wear sweaters and trousers on weekdays, and I'm used to it.If you don't dress well, it's not for nothing that Catherine, who is a school girl, will see a joke.

I thought that Pandora would be filled with righteous indignation when I said that.

But not only was she not angry, but she immediately put away her shocked expression and raised a big smile.

She felt more excited than before.

"Okay!"

Pandora stood up straight away: "A tomboy who doesn't like to dress up, an ordinary nerd girl, according to the script of the school drama, this homecoming festival is a good opportunity to make a big difference and surprise the audience!"

Me: "...what are you doing, are you responsible for buying dresses?"

As far as her metal party aesthetic is concerned, I don't think the audience will be amazed, and the shock is almost the same.

Pandora shook her head mysteriously.

"I can't, but there is an expert."

She raised a smug smile: "Your father has an old lover in New York."

I:?

Meryl:? ? ?

Meryl, who grew up with me, turned her head: "Uncle John still has an old lover?!"

I immediately knew who Pandora was talking about.

My dad's most famous lover is naturally the wife of his brother Hephaestus, the god of love and beauty, Aphrodite.

28

The most surprised person in the audience was Meryl.

"Uncle John still has a lover," she rarely widened her eyes, "doesn't it?"

Neighbors are saying that John Hawke has been in a trance until now because his wife died of dystocia and suffered a huge blow.

So in Meryl's eyes, my dad is the representative of the infatuated tough guy.

Let me tell everyone on the bright side that Maggie—that is, Pandora, is my cousin. Her words are amazing, so I naturally have to explain.

"Who hasn't been young and frivolous yet."

I whispered: "My mother and my father are not childhood sweethearts, we have known each other since we were young."

Meryl: "... also."

I'm telling the truth, although my father's youth and frivolity can be traced back to thousands of years ago.

Meryl, however, accepted the argument.

She touched her chest: "I'm scared to death. Uncle John's personality in my heart must not collapse, otherwise I won't believe in love in reality!"

Ok……

It's better not to tell her the truth.

After all, my mom and dad met because of the Lazarus Project, and I was born.

It's really hard to say whether they got married because of love or because of a project.

Pandora is impatient, her focus is not on my dad's love history, but on homecoming.

"She's in New York," Pandora said of her, naturally referring to Aphrodite. "It's been many years. Let her send a little assistant to help you Slay the whole audience. How wonderful!"

"Also, forget it."

I said, "Isn't it good to play games?"

Mainly, I don't really want to meet Aphrodite!

As the god of love and beauty in the Olympian pantheon, as well as the god of sexual () love, Aphrodite has at least half of the credit for the chaotic relationship in Greek mythology.

In name, she is the wife that Zeus betrothed to Hephaestus, and she is my aunt, but in fact, Aphrodite and my dad really had a hot fight back then.

It is a lover of gods.

I don't want to see her very much, mainly because it is said that Aphrodite and my father had a son.

After so many years of not looking for them, I just pretended that my few cheap brothers didn't exist at all.

Meeting Aphrodite, however, was another story.

"What are you afraid of?"

Pandora completely hated iron and steel: "Homecoming is so grand and so important. If you don't participate, don't you feel that youth is incomplete?"

I couldn't help complaining: "Why is it incomplete, I missed few important things in school?"

Didn't join the school cheerleading team, didn't excel in all subjects, and going forward, getting into Changjie Middle School instead of an elite private school is enough of a pity in itself!

Where do so many "incompleteness" come from in life?

Pandora strongly disagrees.

She frowned deeply, as if she wanted to grab my collar and shake me awake.

I subconsciously took half a step back, blocking my skirt.

But in the end she just sighed softly: "That, that's fine."

Me: "Huh?"

Pandora usually has a tough style and does her own way. I thought she would force me to contact Aphrodite.

In the end, she gave in like this?

"what are you thinking."

Seeing that I was too surprised, Pandora gave me a sideways glance: "It's one thing for me to wish you to participate in the Homecoming Festival, but I will not impose my personal wishes on you. If you don't want to participate, then forget it. Forcing others will be annoying. Disgusting."

This……

Looking at Pandora's angry appearance, I felt warm in my heart.

Apart from Meryl, I have few close friends my age.

Although Pandora is strong, she is also for my own good from the bottom of her heart and respects my wishes.

Although it is hard work to get the ducks on the shelves to compete, but it is worth it to make good friends!

…………

……

It's just that I didn't expect that just because I didn't look for Aphrodite, doesn't mean she won't come.

Besides, she didn't come to see me yet.

In the afternoon of the next day, we were still in the quiz for the simulated competition, and Hermes was rarely present.After two rounds of simulations, a sophomore in high school approached the temporary classroom nervously: "Well, is Maggie Gaspar there?"

Pandora looked up: "What's the matter?"

Sophomore student: "Uh, your stepmother came to see you..."

"My stepmother?"

"Camilla Luell," the student who came to pass the message swallowed, "she's waiting for you outside."

As soon as the name was mentioned, the whole classroom fell into dead silence.

Three seconds later, everyone, like me, stared at Pandora with terrifying eyes: "Your stepmother is Camilla Luell?!"

Pandora's expression was calm: "Ex-stepmother, my stepfather has been divorced for many years."

Who is Camilla Luell?

The editor-in-chief of the top fashion magazine at the moment, the bigwig who controls the fashion trend, and the big figure who came into reality in the legendary "The Devil Wears Prada".

And now Pandora's nominal stepfather is Hephaestus.

Then her stepmother...

The horror I stared at her added a touch of shock.

Camilla Luell, the goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite.

Oh my goodness.

Shocked, but not unexpected.

She did her old job.

Is there anyone who knows what beauty is better than God of Beauty!

Before Mickey Elton - that is, Apollo glimpsed outside the school, most of the students did not see.However, this time it was the stepmother of the new transfer student who came to the door, and there were plenty of opportunities to watch.

Pandora got up and left the classroom, and the rest of us rushed to the door to watch.

Even if you are not interested in the fashion industry, no one does not know Camilla Louell.

Let's put it this way, the most beautiful actress in Hollywood today is no match for this behind-the-scenes boss.

She was standing at the end of the corridor, talking to Pandora in a low voice.

Aphrodite, who turned into a fashion tycoon, wore sunglasses and couldn't see the whole face, but the oval face and delicate nose and lips showed amazing beauty.

Aphrodite was wearing a tailored long skirt with a geometric pattern and was holding a luxury brand bag in her hand. It seemed simple, but when she stood here, she was just a shadow in the distance, so beautiful that it made us speechless.

Pandora was already a very beautiful young girl, she was nothing in front of Aphrodite.

Especially her metal black and white outfit made Aphrodite disgusted.

"Why do you dress like this," the fashion boss said bluntly, "Your stepfather doesn't care about you?"

"He doesn't care."

Pandora was also polite: "What are you doing here?"

Aphrodite: "...I heard that you have come to New York, and you have not contacted me. Let me take a look."

Pandora: "They're all divorced, there's no need for that."

Whoa.

Pandora's attitude was too decisive.

"It sounds like Maggie doesn't like her, er, ex-stepmother very much."

Meryl lowered her voice and said what was in my heart: "Do they have a bad relationship?"

Uh……

Although Meryl thought that Pandora was my cousin, I really didn't know how to answer.

Strictly speaking, Pandora has nothing to do with Aphrodite.

Moreover, according to what Pandora just said, Aphrodite and Hephaestus also divorced a long time ago.

Even if Hephaestus was Pandora's stepfather in name, it wouldn't matter!

In Greek mythology, the combination of Vulcan and Eros is still a mess of Zeus, and Eros does not like Vulcan.

Of course, the Olympus pantheon is in a mess, and past events cannot be discussed from the current perspective.

No wonder Pandora says it's nice to be single.

Not only because of her own experience, but also because of the bad debts of the Greek gods.

"You child."

Aphrodite didn't budge, she raised her eyebrows: "I'm not here to see him, I'm here to see you. You're such a... talented girl, your dad is spoiled!"

Pandora was expressionless: "I won't work in the fashion industry, I'm allergic to perfume, it's disgusting."

Aphrodite: "The people who play metal music are addicts and white trash, so you are not allergic?!"

Pandora sneered a few times: "What's the matter, are there still few models involved in () drugs?"

Aphrodite: "You—"

Meryl and I looked at each other and suddenly realized.

It turned out that the relationship was not bad, on the contrary, Pandora and her "stepmother" had a good relationship!

It should be that Aphrodite felt that Pandora had a future and wanted to bring her into the fashion circle.

In mythology, Aphrodite did teach Pandora many things.

Thinking about it carefully, as Mary Sue blessed by the gods, Pandora does have this ability.

But this Mary Su did not follow the usual path, she was not suitable for a good-looking girl, she had to be Shamat.

Then of course she wouldn't want to go to any fashion industry, probably even Pandora looked down on Aphrodite's career.

"you you--"

Aphrodite was so angry that she "you" for a long time without saying anything.But in the middle of the conversation, I suddenly noticed that someone was watching, raised my head, and looked at us over Pandora's line of sight.

I:! !

Me, Meryl, and other team members hid immediately.

However, the classroom is only five or six meters away from the end of the corridor, and now the running is over.

"Wait!"

Today's bigwigs in the fashion industry slightly raised their voices, showing their majesty.

She even took two steps forward: "Are you John Hawk's daughter?"

I:"……"

She has never seen Aphrodite, why did she recognize me at a glance? !

I'm all stupid!

Meryl retreated into the classroom very disrespectfully, leaving me alone in front of the door.

Aphrodite walked in front of me aggressively, stepping on eight-centimeter high heels.

She is so tall.

She is not only tall, but also very beautiful.

She has long blond curly hair, a glowing white complexion, red lips and long legs, plus the devilish aura that a fashion editor should have.

It's terrible! !

If it is said that Apollo's handsome face just brought a huge impact, then Aphrodite told people to stop... I really dare not move anymore!

Especially when she even took off her dark glasses and looked me up and down with those almost soul-stirring eyes.

"Your name is... Nicole?" Aphrodite asked.

"Yes." I answered bravely.

"Come with me."

"……what?"

The moment I was stunned, Aphrodite had already walked three steps away.

Seeing that I was still not moving, she stopped, turned her head, looked me up and down again, and then took a deep breath——

"Ari - John Hawke's daughter, how can she be dressed like this