Chapter 137 The Difference between Scumbags and Scumbags
What are they doing inside?
Prometheus was waiting outside alone.
As time passed by, she couldn't help but start thinking more.
Eros is not a good person, and Hephaestus has a bad temper.
The fact that the two of them haven't come to blows since they've been there for so long means that they get along well.
She originally wanted to see if Eros would be okay.
But just as he took a step, he stopped again.
If the two of them were having a heated fight at the moment, wouldn't his sudden interruption ruin a good thing?
But she was a little entangled at the same time. What if it was Eros's rhetoric that made Hephaestus temporarily lose his mind?
As we all know, in the heat of the moment, people are killed and silenced.
Forget it, let’s take a look at the future.
Prometheus opened his eyes and looked at the small room where Eros and Hephaestus were.
Although she could not see the chaotic future of Eros, she could still take a look at Hephaestus.
In the empty eyes, fragments of Hephaestus' future were gradually reflected.
But Prometheus didn't see any other pictures, only a peaceful green, which made people relax physically and mentally.
It seemed like nothing was wrong, Prometheus was relieved.
The prophecy itself is a symbolic thing. Since what she saw was harmonious green, there would be no conflict.
Sure enough, after she closed her eyes again, the originally closed door reopened.
Prometheus, who was very observant, could tell at a glance that the clothes on Eros were no longer the same as when he entered.
But there were no marks on Eros' neck, and his face didn't look like he had just exercised.
Did she think too much?
Prometheus squinted his eyes and said.
"Where is Hephaestus? Why doesn't she come out?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I gave her some ideas and gave her a new look, so she was a little nervous. ”
Eros explained lightly with a smile on his face.
After that, he shouted into the room:
"Why are you nervous? Come out and let Prometheus take a look."
"Would you like to hear her opinion? Do you know if it’s suitable for you?”
He pulled Hephaestus out half-forcedly, but the other party still covered his face tightly.
This. Prometheus was glad that he hadn't had time to draw a conclusion yet.
Just by looking at Hephaestus's appearance, Prometheus understood what must have happened between the two men.
Should we say that Eros's scumbag skills are too deep, or that Hephaestus was unexpectedly strong on the outside but strong on the inside?
To be fooled by a scumbag just after meeting him, I really don’t have a long memory.
But she was also a little curious as to what idea Eros gave Hephaestus to make her suddenly become like this.
Despite Eros's instigation, Hephaestus still hesitantly put down his hand.
The intact half of the face is still the same, without any appearance of dressing up.
The half of the face that was originally covered with burn marks now fits a crimson mask, spreading out like burning butterfly wings.
Compared with the steel-heavy mask or the stiff face just now.
This somewhat flashy mask cannot cover the burn marks of shame and pain for Hephaestus.
But it turned the scars into beautiful patterns, and the original imperfections became the finishing touch.
Prometheus was also surprised by Hephaestus.
She had seen Hephaestus' true appearance before, at the Council of Gods.
She never used a false face to disguise herself at first, but she used a violent temper to protect herself.
Subconsciously covering up her lameness, the pain on her face made her rarely raise her head and raise her chest, always lowering her head.
Because God is supposed to be a flawless existence, but she is the only one who is born with imperfections.
That is the scar left by the inability to control one's own authority, a mark that cannot be healed.
So I don’t know when it started, maybe to avoid the eyes of other gods, or maybe to prove that I have made up for this shortcoming.
Hephaestus began to show himself as a false face, studying forging skills more than controlling the power of fire.
But no matter how they cover it up, most gods still know that the traces on Hephaestus's face cannot be erased.
Prometheus thought that Eros had some way to help Hephaestus remove this scar.
But unexpectedly, Eros not only did nothing, but actually removed the mask that Hephaestus was wearing.
Put on a new one, a mask that has no blocking effect at all.
But.
“It is indeed very beautiful, especially since I know what it originally looked like, which makes it even more amazing.”
Prometheus did not hesitate to praise him and expressed his true thoughts.
Sometimes, there is only a slight difference between being born with abnormality and being born with a disability.
In the final analysis, it is still the issue of beauty and ugliness that Hephaestus is struggling with.
Because the scars are too ugly, they are the imperfections left by the flames.
But if what is left is a beautiful pattern, it is the blessing of fire, a tattoo that symbolizes her god of fire.
The more you hide it, the more people will understand that it is a weakness.
It is better to learn from the example next door. The Holy Son can’t even cover his eyes with his hands, and he still has to watch everyone praying to the instrument of torture that crucified him. Do you think Melezon will like sniper rifles?
“Look, I said, I am professional when it comes to discovering beauty.”
Eros stretched out his hand to pluck Hephaestus’ veil. The bangs in her eyes made her look at herself in the mirror in the workshop.
The scars that used to only make her angry and disgusted now seemed not to disgust her so much.
Why exactly?
Hephaestus subconsciously touched the scars on his face. In fact, the wounds burned by the flames had healed long ago, leaving only traces.
If it weren't for looking in the mirror and the heat like fire when she was emotional, she might have forgotten the scar.
But now, the ugly scars have turned into graceful butterfly patterns.
Hephaestus suddenly realized.
It turns out that Yan Gou is herself!
"How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Eros raised the corner of his mouth.
Hephaestus has completely grasped Hephaestus's inner problems.
Although low self-esteem and sensitivity cannot be completely cured in an instant, you just need to wait for the seeds to germinate.
When Hephaestus truly steps out of this shadow and can face everything with confidence, it will be the time for Eros to gain something.
"If you are satisfied, then apologize to me properly for what you just said."
"To say that I am a vulgar person who judges people by their appearance is an insult to my personality and morality."
After occupying the moral high ground, Eros began to take advantage of Hephaestus.
But Hephaestus was just a little absent-minded, looking at himself, and then turned to look at Eros.
She was thinking, what would happen if it was Aphrodite?
If Aphrodite did this for herself, would she say this like Eros?
No, she would never brush it off like this.
She will reprimand herself for what she just said in an aggrieved tone, arousing her own self-blame and empathy.
Then she would emphasize her role and tell herself that it was all because of her embellishment that she turned her ugliness into beauty.
She will use this incident to make herself even more inseparable from her.
The scary thing is not about licking a dog, nor about licking without knowing it, but about knowingly licking and continuing to lick.
Even though Hephaestus knew that these were all tricks and lies, she thought about it and felt that she would still not be indifferent.
Of course Eros can do this trick, to put it bluntly, it is pua.
By belittling the other person, you emphasize your charity and importance to her.
It is best for people with low self-esteem like Hephaestus,
but Eros never does this, because it will obliterate the original selves of these goddesses.
It will only twist them into a template character who only wants to please Eros without any thoughts of their own.
Eros still prefers natural beauties. Apart from the body, he doesn’t want to leave too many traces of his artificial sculpting.
"Indeed, I should say sorry to you."
Hephaestus finally showed his first natural smile today.
"I apologize for my previous misjudgment. Maybe you are not similar to that guy."
She did feel something different from Aphrodite from Eros. Feel.
Although Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty, when she says what she likes, Hephaestus can actually detect the lies in it.
But Eros was different, when Hephaestus began to seriously examine him as a person.
She will be able to discover the purity, or passion, of Eros.
I can feel his enthusiasm and interest in many things, including himself.
Even if it is just shyness and greed, it is very real.
Hephaestus smiled, perhaps more happy than the change in her own image.
He only smiled for a short while, and Hephaestus returned to his original stinky face.
"I apologized, please stop staring at me now."
Although the tone was very bad, it was obviously because he was not used to the current situation of Eros and Prometheus. eyes.
In order to change the topic and stop the two people from staring at him, Hephaestus talked about the original matter again.
“Because you helped me, I won’t charge you for the craftsmanship. I can also help you with most of the materials for free. I’m grateful.”
"However, there are three more important materials that I don't have in stock for the time being. You need to make a trip yourself."
"Or you want to wait for a while and I'll see if I can talk to other gods. It doesn’t matter if you have the goods on hand.”
When it comes to his holy clothes, Eros also restrained himself a little.
"What materials are missing? Where to find them? Is there any way?"
The words are concise and concise, and it can be seen that Eros really likes his holy clothes.
Don't tell him to use other materials instead. He will use the best materials for the holy clothes!
Hephaestus clasped his fingers and counted the missing materials with Eros.
"The three missing materials are Oriha Gang, Silver Star Sand and Garmanion."
Don't be fooled, don't believe the words of scumbag men and scumbag women.
(End of this chapter)