Zongman: Danmachi, Three Skills At The Beginning

Standing in the center of the world, on the top floor of the giant chalk tower "Babel" in the labyrinth city Orario, two gods are having a dialogue of unequal status.

The reasons for this situation are not complicated, and the strength and influence of the families of the two parties cannot be compared in the same breath.

Of course, apart from the family members, this goddess is also extremely dangerous, and she is one of the few fetishes that the blond male god fears.

It can only be said that after receiving too many beatings in the heaven, I formed an instinct, which is exactly the same as Stockholm Syndrome.

In the castle hall where the goddess Freya lives daily, the blond male god took off his hat and bowed slightly to put it on in salute. He moved his blond hair and lowered his eyelids, speaking "seriously" about the secrets hidden by God Uranus.

Holding the wine glass, Freya stretched her body gracefully, took the goblet from the loyal pig man, and looked at this male god whom he distrusted and hated with interesting eyes.

"And then? You tell me such confidential information, what do you want to do? You are not a pure and upright god like Artemis, are you?"

The corners of the male god's eyes twitched calmly. This name reminded him of some gray~white memories that he didn't want to think about.

"I have a clear understanding of myself. Please don't laugh at me, Lord Freya. I'm just a little worried about Mr. Bell's current situation in this incident. Especially before I came here, he was still arrested by the Loki family. The Spellweaver invited him with words."

The goddess squinted, and the playful smile on the exquisite face disappeared, replaced by coldness.

"Hermes, you don't want to be expelled from this city forever, or get the same future as Yi Si Tower, do you? It's only been a long time, and the war with [Yi Si Tower Familia], what you did to me What, just forget it? You won’t live for too long, and your memory loss is serious, do you want me to help you remember it again?”

Hermes' expression changed, and he quickly flattered him.

"You know, it was just a last resort! I, I also accidentally overturned the car at that time, you should understand me."

"Ah

Hermes took a deep breath and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Although I have tried my best to deal with it, but...you know the Loki family, can you help me? This time the incident will destroy Bell-kun, and you don't want that The rare white light will disappear because of such a boring trick as Yi Yi?"

That's right, he knows well that... this is the heaviest weight.

He knew very well that the goddess' love for Mr. Bell had reached a certain morbid level, and he even wondered in his heart that if the time came, would this paranoid and crazy goddess do something like charm the whole city in order to get that child? God's business.

Because of this, the current situation is not the development path expected by the goddess.

Thinking of this, the blond male god secretly raised his head and glanced at Freya, only to see her expressionless face and the unconsciously shaking red wine glass, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly

- done.

But he didn't know... Freya had completely seen through his little plan.

"The final chapter of this scene, staged the [hero's return] drama?"

"As you said."

As a result——the smiling Freya showed a bright smile that was almost never shown before.

This made Hermes' heart skip a beat, and his face twitched violently.

With a wry smile, the male god simply raised his hands to show his surrender, without apologizing, pleading, or pleading guilty.

"Still watching, the hero's reversal drama."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly, put on his hat, turned and left the hall.

The goddess was still smiling, staring at the slowly closing door and the male god who disappeared from sight, and then spoke.

"A self-righteous plan, I thought I knew everything, so don't be tricked by others in the end. Hehehehehe

Loyal servant, Falling Tower thoughtfully.

"Is it you?"

The goddess stood up, came to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the gradually chaotic "Daedalus Block" in the southwest, took a sip of the preserved red wine, and slightly raised her red lips.

"It's not me, it's the child."

As for who it was, Freya did not say.

Ota stood silently behind the goddess, speechless.

Outside the wide and seamless windows, the black-gray sky covered by thick clouds spreads.

She looked out at the dark, dark sky, still covered with rain and clouds.

*【Shengong Hero】What, I haven't gotten tired of watching it for so many years. I don't want boring gods and boring people.

There are words in the female myth, as if they are pointed out.

Then she smiled sweetly and raised her head slightly [Silver hair hangs down from her slender and white neck.

0......seeking flowers...

She narrowed her pupils as if she was looking at a figure out of sight, and at the same time, as if scooping up silver dew, she lifted her folded hair and hung it by her ears.

"The windmill that won't turn, old and decaying. Now—the opportunity needed to break the stagnant water of the lower realm has come. Even the "heretical hero" who will betray Shendu, let me see, you are like a shooting star A fleeting moment, or—”

Accompanied by the whispers of the goddess, the figures of the two slowly merged into the darkness, and finally disappeared.

Monitoring points.

Flon took off his gloves and sat on the supply box, sheltered from the cold autumn rain, and warmed up the campfire.

If you look carefully, you can see that on the burning bonfire, there is a shelf on which grilled vegetables, fruits, and beef skewers are mixed and matched.

What's even more exaggerated is that there are two bottles of mead next to it.

How can this be a mission? Flon is basically taking it as a leisurely outdoor camping.

"Crackling—"

The oil and water mixed with the fragrance dripped on the charcoal fire, making the family members who were on guard and monitoring around them swallow silently.

"Hey, Boss Flon, it's not good for us to be like this?"

Cruz also squatted on the side, carefully glanced at his boss who was enthusiastically grilling skewers, and tentatively made suggestions.

The situation is so tense, and they still do it like this, it's hard not to be complained by other families.

Flon, who is relaxed, doesn't care at all, as long as the [Dark Faction] gang of mice jump out and kill them, they don't need to intervene in other things, and someone will jump out to restrain them.

Knowing the result, he can just watch the show for the rest.

"I'm afraid, I'll help you with it, I'm not afraid of what you're worried about? Don't talk about "armed monsters" and [dark sects], even if the opponent is—— so what? Don't you want my strength?"

Unable to refute, Cruz choked on Flon.

Just as he was thinking about how to persuade his boss to be more serious, just in case.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The monster's howl shook the night sky.

The low and lengthy cry spread throughout every corner of "Daedalus Street", even to the edge of the city. .