Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 384 The moonlight is so beautiful and the dog food is so sweet (4.1k)

At night, on Ares Mountain.

The golden firelight swayed in the wind. Hestia squatted in front of the fire and carefully added small pieces of fennel branches engraved with special runes into it, her eyes glancing around from time to time.

However, the only thing that responded to her was the darkness of the night and the sound of the howling wind.

Lorne on the side yawned and couldn't help but stepped forward to ask.

"I asked, can your method work?"

"Yes, probably..."

"Then why hasn't he come yet?"

"Maybe it was too long. He saw the signal and didn't react for a while and a half."

Hestia responded with a dry cough, feeling a little guilty in her defense.

"After all, we haven't seen him since he was hanged on the Caucasus Mountains and tortured."

Lorne sat down doubtfully and asked curiously while taking out ingredients, drinks, and snacks from the magic array to kill time.

"Speaking of which, how do you have Prometheus's contact information?"

"That's a long story."

Hestia continued casually, while turning the stick on the fire, she recounted the experience of her acquaintance with the fire thief.

"After Prometheus created humans, these new lives could not adapt to the harsh environment on the earth and the cold night. Therefore, Prometheus came up with the idea of ​​a sacred fire, hoping to use it to bring life to his creation. Light. And I gave him the way to use fennel branches to bring the holy fire from heaven to the earth."

"Then what?"

"Although the holy fire has been brought to the human world, humans are still not familiar with how to use it, so Prometheus asked me to teach humans this knowledge. I agreed and secretly taught the people on the earth how to use flames to cook food, drive away wild beasts, and the establishment of sacrifices to the gods.

But at that time, Zeus didn't like humans very much. If Prometheus wanted to ask me for help, he could only come secretly. Therefore, this way of transmitting information through flames has become a secret way for us to contact each other. "

Lorne looked at the fennel branches with inscriptions in his hands and nodded thoughtfully.

Throwing spices and fragrant wood into the sacred fire to offer sacrifices to the gods is a common method of human sacrifice.

Since the formation of this pattern, humans have lit as many holy fires on the ground as stars every year. Prometheus's small actions on this will naturally not attract the attention of the Olympus gods.

What's more, Hestia has always been the hearth goddess who protects the holy fire. The first-hand information transmitted by the holy fire in the world must not be hidden from her eyes.

"You did a good job keeping it secret, aunt. You even hid it from us."

"You can also be discerning? It's rare..."

Athena and Hera on the side picked up the freshly grilled meat skewers on the fire, took small bites, and laughed lightly.

"Forget it, what sense of confidentiality can she have?"

Lorne rolled his eyes and revealed the real reason based on his knowledge of Hestia.

"I think it's probably because Prometheus was caught and one person took all the blame and didn't expose her. This saved her from being held accountable."

"Well, even though he is loyal, I am not bad either, okay?"

Hestia coughed dryly, holding her neck in defense.

"Ever since he was hung up in the Caucasus Mountains to serve his sentence, I have been taking care of all the humans on earth! In terms of merit and qualifications, Athena, the great mother goddess, has to be ranked behind me."

"Go, go, go, you are good, you are great!"

Lorne, who had just removed the table, picked up a skewer of grilled meat and stuffed it into Hestia's hand with a smile, as a reward for the stove goddess's contribution.

After receiving the affirmation from her disciple, Hestia's resentment immediately disappeared. She immediately took the meat skewers and started to eat happily.

Hera and Athena noticed Hestia's performance and couldn't help but shake their heads.

A sister/aunt with such a naive character will probably be eaten by some glib little bastard for the rest of her life.

At this time, Hestia, who was completely unaware, took out her masterpiece.

"Come on, Lorne, you eat too! Try this I baked!"

"Well, it tastes great~! Much better than mine."

"Yes, yes, I have marinated these meats with special secret ingredients!"

"As expected of the Goddess of Stoves, no one can match you in terms of cooking skills. When you are here, I will enjoy endless food!"

"Aha, it's not as good as you said..."

Looking at the man and woman complimenting each other and feeding each other in front of the fire, Athena and Hera, who were full of superiority just now, couldn't help but turn dark.

They are here to discuss important matters, not to eat dog food!

"Well, madam, speaking of which, why do you think Prometheus will be on our side?"

Athena put down the half-eaten stick and coughed slightly to change the topic.

Hera understood immediately, smiled and expressed the basis of her judgment.

"When the Djinns attacked my Golden Apple Sacred Garden, I was caught off guard and was seriously injured. I had no choice but to flee to the Sea of ​​Chaos with Ladon who was stationed in the garden. At that time, the Djinns were responsible for leading the team to pursue us. The man is Prometheus.

I feel like he didn't try his best. Otherwise, with his foresight, Radon and I wouldn't be able to escape at all, and Hebe might not have the chance to go to Lorne to inform him. "

When Lorne heard this, his attention was immediately attracted and he couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I think so too. The fire thief seems to be letting them go on purpose. He stands with the giants only because of the situation, and he doesn't really intend to go all the way with them."

"After all, he is the original creator of mankind, and he still has feelings for these creations. He is not born to be the same kind of person as the cruel giants."

Athena nodded slightly and gave her own opinion.

Hestia scratched the back of her head and asked with a puzzled look.

"Then why didn't he come to the Ares Mountain earlier? Deal with the giants with us?"

The three were stunned when they heard the words, and frowned when they looked at each other.

This is also a question that they can't figure out.

"Because, Kronos has been staring at me..."

A faint murmur came from the darkness, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and couldn't help but look at a piece of ground with flashing light patterns.

The soil rippled like water waves, and a thin man wearing a black cloak and copper rings on his hands and feet floated up from the ground, walked to the fire and sat down, stretched out his hand and asked openly.

"Do you have any wine? Let me drink some to warm myself up."

Lorne smiled and threw a pot of fine fairy honey wine over.

The man took the wine pot, pulled out the cork, and drank it without hesitation. Then a happy smile bloomed on his pale face.

"Good wine!"

"If you like, I have more here."

Lorne smiled and said, while actively releasing goodwill, he looked at the legendary Prometheus with interest.

His figure is not as burly as that of the general Titan gods, but he has a sense of leanness and symmetry. Even though the long and painful divine punishment left cruel scars on this body, it carved this stubborn stone into a piece of art called "toughness" and "unyielding" like a carving knife.

Prometheus's unkempt hair and beard grew wildly like weeds, but they could not cover his firm facial features. Especially his eyes, which seemed as deep and vast as the night sky, pregnant with true insights into worldly affairs.

While Loen was sizing him up, the prophet was also sizing him up.

Although he had heard of the rumors and deeds of this earthly shepherd, and had seen his fighting methods on the battlefield, Prometheus was still quite surprised by the figure in front of him when he really met him up close.

Because his [foresight] could not see the exact [future] from this new god, let alone catch the traces of [fate].

Unpredictable [variables], unpredictable [accidents]?

So that's it...

Prometheus nodded thoughtfully, then shook the wine jug in his hand and smiled in thanks.

"You are the God of Wine? Thank you for your hospitality."

"No, I should thank you."

Lorne shook his head and looked at the fire thief sincerely.

"If you hadn't shown mercy, Hera... cough... the Queen of Heaven would have been killed by Kronos."

Prometheus saw a blush on Hera's face, and his hand holding the wine pot trembled slightly, and a storm of waves rose in his heart.

How could someone in this world cheat on Zeus?

And the one he hooked up with was the Queen of Heaven Hera who guarded the fidelity of marriage?

Great!

Prometheus couldn't help but respect Lorne in front of him, and smiled in response while holding the wine pot.

"It's just a matter of convenience. The Queen of Heaven and I don't have any grudges. Instead of killing them all, it's better to leave a way out for yourself."

Lorne's heart moved, and he heard the hidden meaning.

"It seems that you don't think the old gods will have the last laugh?"

"A lion thrown into the Colosseum to fight, even if it defeats countless opponents, no matter how sharp its claws and fangs are, it is just a tool driven by people, what future can it have?"

Prometheus sipped the wine in the pot and sneered and shook his head.

Lorne looked at the fire thief seriously, his eyes showing surprise.

According to his and Athena's inference, Typhon and Kronos were able to come back from confinement and set off a [War of the Giants] that far exceeded the prediction of fate. This was probably due to the contribution of His Majesty the God King of Olympus.

Even Prometheus and Atlas were rescued by the giants, and the [Holy Garden] was captured, which was also part of the plan of His Majesty the God King.

I didn't expect that the fire thief was in the game and was so keen to notice this, and he really lived up to the name of the God of Prophecy.

Lorne thought of this and smiled and extended an olive branch.

"In that case, why not consider joining Ares Mountain? The [lions] in the Colosseum cannot break free of their shackles, but people can go up to the stands and pull down the [audience] behind the scenes!"

"That sounds good."

Prometheus nodded lightly, but his face was full of regret.

"But a [lion] that was released at random is about to kill you. It's a question whether you can walk out of the Colosseum alive now, so how can you pull down the [audience]?"

Lorne was speechless when he heard this.

Indeed, Ares Mountain is weak now, and even Typhon and Kronos cannot be guaranteed to win, let alone arm wrestling with Zeus behind the scenes.

So, this is the bad thing about negotiating with smart people.

It's not easy to fool...

Just when Lorne was having a headache about how to get this prophetic god to go up the mountain, Hestia, who was confused by what she heard, slapped her thigh and stood up with a dark face.

"Hey, Prometheus! What lions, what audiences? You asked me to help you look after humans, and I did. Now they are in trouble. We outsiders haven't complained about the hardship, and you, the creator, still want to be lazy?"

"I, I'm not..."

"Will you do it?"

Hestia's barrage of criticism and questioning left the eloquent Prometheus speechless.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it..."

"What are you thinking about? Your business, your people, if you don't do it, we won't do it either!"

Hestia grabbed Lorne beside her and snorted coldly.

"Let's go! He doesn't care, anyway, the gods are immortal, and if they have to die, humans will die first!"

Lorne glanced at the bewildered prophet and stood up immediately.

"That's right. At worst, we can just dive into the Sea of ​​Chaos and come out after the fight outside is over."

"That's right. The original creator of mankind has given up on them. What can we do?"

Athena on the side also echoed Hera and prepared to leave.

Prometheus felt a headache when he saw this. He could no longer maintain his mysterious image. He hurriedly tried to keep the four people with a smile.

"Stop, stop, stop! Sit down and talk. Sit down first!"

"Have you agreed to join?"

Prometheus looked at Hestia, who had disrupted his overall plan, with resentment in his eyes.

"Did I say I wouldn't help?"

"That's more like it!"

Hestia snorted, her face turned from anger to joy, and she sat back in front of the fire very smoothly.

She was not surprised by this result.

Because she might not be as thoughtful and quick-witted as the people in front of her, but she had an innate talent.

——That is, being able to easily break through the appearance of language and behavior and see the truest feelings of the human heart.

For example, Prometheus, although he speaks in a detached manner and never mentions the life and death of humans, it seems that he has long forgotten these creations.

But as long as he is slightly provoked, he will expose his true nature.

Humans are not only his most proud work, but also his proud children. He will never sit idly by and watch the crisis of humans.

Even if the price is his life.

While handing over the freshly heated barbecue, Hestia angrily scolded Prometheus who was sitting opposite.

"Since you still care about humans, why are you hanging out with those giants? Can't you just come and help us?"

"I want to..."

Prometheus tasted a bite of the barbecue, savoring the long-lost smell of fireworks on his tongue, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia and intoxication.

Then, he came back to his senses, slowly opened his coat on his chest, and let out a long sigh.

"But there are some things that I cannot decide..."

Under the dark cloak, the flesh on the chest was hollowed out, revealing the pale sternum inside.

And in the heaving chest, a number of scarlet emblems of God were wrapped around the golden heart like chains, like several ferocious and entrenched poisonous pythons.

When everyone saw this, their faces changed.