Chapter 162: A scumbag has a face and a mouth, he can’t stop it
Messari, the bee goddess, can really sting.
The most explosive powder keg was ignited accurately, and the topic that was finally brought back to the subject was brought back again.
And by the way, even Amalthea was affected by the flames.
"That's right, you won't be able to stay long, kid. You must do it as soon as possible!"
Amalthea, who was already a little paranoid about children, stared at Eros, with a strong tendency not to leave until she could get pregnant with him.
“Aren’t you going to stay with me on this island when I leave?”
Europa bit her lip and clutched the hem of her skirt tightly with her fingers.
"Where are you going? I want to be with you too!"
The atmosphere became increasingly tense. As expected, it was much easier and much more difficult for humans than for goddesses.
Of course, it was also because Eros did not have the time or opportunity to explain the situation to Europa at the beginning.
She always thought that Eros was just like her, just an ordinary human being.
"You two, calm down first."
Eros was really sweating now.
The goddesses all have endless lives, so they often don’t care about temporary gains and losses and companionship.
But as a human being, Europa now needs this sense of companionship.
Fragile life brings fear of death and attachment to life.
"Goddess Amalthea, don't worry, I assure you that I will never leave Crete until the oracle is completed."
"I Swear to the River Styx!”
Eros relied on swearing to persuade Amalthea to come down, and then turned around to appease Europa.
"Europa, don't get excited, don't let your emotions control you."
He grabbed her hand and tried to comfort her a few words, but the other party held Eros' hand tightly and refused to let go at all. open.
It seems that it cannot be solved by just saying a few words.
Eros sighed and said to Amalthea.
“Goddess, can you lend me a quiet room and let us be alone for a while?”
There is nothing wrong with this request. Rather, it would be better to say that Amalthea sent the two of them into the quiet room with great anticipation.
There are many such empty quiet rooms in the temple. Except for the candlesticks lighting incense, there is nothing inside.
It is generally a room where priests meditate or pray to gods. There are also balm, olive oil, and nectar for wiping the body.
Generally speaking, this thing should be used for serious meditation.
But what if it’s not serious?
According to unsourced and unsubstantiated research, the temple of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, consumes the largest amount of balm every year.
Even surpassing the sum of the other gods combined, firmly ranking first.
Of course, no one has confirmed the source of this news, so it is not reliable.
After taking Europa into the quiet room, the atmosphere became inexplicably silent.
Europa didn't speak, but just held Eros' hand and didn't let go, obviously a little angry.
"I think I can explain it first. You don't have to look like this."
Eros was a little helpless, and Europa was obviously afraid that he would leave her alone.
This is a sign of lack of security.
"I have said before, I will not leave you, Europa, you can rest assured, listen to what I tell you first."
It is impossible to rely on these words alone. After convincing Europa, Eros had no choice but to let her hold him and began to formulate his own words.
"We only met for the first time last night. The time was too short. I haven't had time to explain many things to you clearly."
"So you may have some misunderstandings at first glance. Now let me take my time." Let me tell you clearly.”
Time is too short?
When Europa heard these words, he showed a hint of disdain.
Is this the reason why you would rather take the medicine last night than tell her clearly first?
She couldn't remember the last time she saw Zeus. She only remembered that she finished eating the fish, said a few words, and then fell asleep.
This pot is so black and round that only Eros can carry it.
“Let me think about it, when should I start talking about it.”
Eros thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke.
This time he does not need the assistance of music, because what he wants is the true expression of his feelings.
Only sincerity can move people.
When I was young, I was ignorant and met Zeus by chance. The Queen became jealous and was forced to go to sea to find a way out.
Travel the seven seas, fight the big snake, get to know the goddess, and anger the King of the Sea.
Okay, I can only compile it here. The rest of the content Eros can only describe in a vague way.
Mainly using the Spring and Autumn style of writing to describe a lot of things in one stroke. You can’t tell Europa that he shows mercy at all times.
Even if you go to the underworld, you are mainly looking for beauties in the underworld, right?
Eros must maintain his heroic spirit, otherwise it will seriously hurt the impression of him in Europa.
Otherwise, the first Greek heroic epic, The Legend of Eros, would become The Sowing of Eros.
Even Prometheus knew that in the legend of Eros, he should be appropriately beautified.
How could Eros himself ignore this?
"So you are not actually an ordinary person?"
After listening to Eros' modified story, Europa couldn't restrain her curiosity and finally spoke.
“In fact, I feel that I am just an ordinary person, but I am not ordinary in some things.”
“No, that’s not what I want to say!”
< br>Europa tugged on Eros's clothes, looking a little excited. "Is what happened between you and Zeus true? Even if it's not, you can still fight against those powerful gods."
"You have eternal life and are not limited by life and death, but I am just an ordinary human being."
The legendary heroes do make people yearn for them, but close contact , but people can’t help but feel inferior.
Eros is not an ordinary person. Europa is not excited about it, but has a slight sense of panic.
Eros, who was originally very close to him in his heart, now seems so far away.
So far away that it seemed like a god far above the clouds, unreachable.
Yes, how could someone as dazzling as him be ordinary?
Seeing Europa's eyes gradually dimming, Eros felt a little funny and flicked her with his finger.
"What are you thinking? Didn't you listen at all to what I said before?"
"I am still a human being, and you are already a goddess on this earth. Just wait until the two of us If you give birth to a child, you can ascend to heaven.”
"How can you be called an ordinary human being when you become an eternal star?"
Zeus's promise and Eros' previous words seemed to be regarded by Europa as unrealistic empty words.
But in fact, those words were very serious.
Eros has no idea about immortality, but he does not want to die early.
Similarly, it is impossible for him to let Europa really die as a human being.
He has already thought about it. If Zeus doesn't tell the difference by then, Eros will take out the holy clothes of Taurus.
Use the authority of that part of the constellation to force Europa to the realm of eternal life.
The holy clothes created by Eros with his authority will only be more useful than the original ones.
If Europa is only worried about this incident, then there is no need for it.
"Then, do you have to leave?"
Europa looked up at Eros pitifully.
"Can you stay with me? Or let me leave with you?"
Chasing the stars in front of him, Europa did not want to be left behind.
Because once she was left behind, she would be unaccompanied again.
“Because I still have things to do.”
Eros said helplessly.
"Didn't I say it before? I'm still a human being. If I stay here all the time, what will I do when you rise to the sky?"
Is it okay to stay? Possibly, Eros is the wind, a scumbag that no one can grasp.
As for taking Europa with me, this kind of thing is impossible. How can I take my family and my family out for a trip?
Of course he had to find a way to refuse, and he also had to make Europa accept it willingly.
"But aren't you the lover of Zeus? Wouldn't it be great if we could be the concubines of God together and rise to the sky?"
Europa's eyes were full of affection.
She no longer cares about these trivial matters above reputation, but these words made Eros look very strange.
Good guy, I really agreed to what he said a long time ago.
Sneak into Zeus's harem and eat all of Zeus's harem, right?
"No, no, no, Europa, I can't do it."
Eros's brain was spinning rapidly, looking for reasons.
"Do you believe in fate? Only when our mission in life is completed will we rise to the sky."
"Your mission is to bring civilization and country to this island, and I still have many missions.”
“I need to face many trials. The Queen hates me so much that I must pass various trials to wash away her hatred.”
Why is it that the more you talk nonsense, the more you feel like Hercules?
Twelve trials, right?
“That’s why I have to leave. I can’t stay on Crete for long.”
“Only when I have truly established an unparalleled achievement, enough to impress the gods. When I achieve great things, I truly complete my mission.”
Eros believes that he will reach Olympus sooner or later, but that is not now.
Zeus also needs a suitable reason to let Eros step into the ranks of the gods.
Europa is only a constellation because she brought the entire Minoan civilization and opened the passage to Canaan.
If Eros is not satisfied with just being a vase-like constellation, then he needs achievements that can convince the gods.
After all, you can’t just rely on charm and connections to get to Olympus, right?
What priesthood will Zeus give him then? The god of Sese?
Listening to what Eros said, Europa felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
She squeezed Eros's hand and said resentfully.
"Then you are close to me because of your mission? Are you with me because of the arrangement of Zeus?"
This very obvious proposition, Eros Of course not.
He grabbed Europa's hand in turn and said very seriously.
"Europa, you can question me about anything, but you can never question my love."
"Because my heart, my love, is always so sincere and passionate, and will not be ordered by anyone." And change.”
It will only change due to inner astringency and aesthetics, and it can easily break into many pieces.
It’s the college entrance examination season again. Thinking back to the beginning, I seem to have given up halfway around this time.
Alas, everyone should work hard.
Whether it’s study or life, or something you want to do, whether it’s an ideal or a dream.
Those who give up halfway will be tortured by the curse of dreams for a lifetime.
(End of this chapter)