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Chapter 159 The Banquet of the Gods and Kings
"Well, it's fine if I'm your believer." The beautiful queen looked kindly.She asked suddenly again: "Where is Hephaestus? Didn't I ask him to come?"

This remark troubled Clotho.She very much hoped that Zeus asked this question instead of Hera, the queen of heaven, because she and Hera were closer, and Hera knew Hephaestus and her better.

Although... the Queen of Heaven would probably only handle it lightly, but lying in front of acquaintances would be a bit unnatural after all.

Fortunately, she looked as usual: "He was a little tired a while ago and fell into a deep sleep. I couldn't wake him up."

"Huh! Always a lazy temper!" Hera laughed and cursed in front of the gods.

She looked past Clotho to the group of gods seated below. "Aris, Hebe, come up."

Among the gods below, two young men, a man and a woman, stood up upon hearing the words. The handsome man was Ares, and the delicate and beautiful woman was Hebe.

When they approached, Hera's eyes fell on Clotho again. She seemed to be speaking softly, but she domineeringly ignored the surrounding gods with different expressions. She said to Clotho: "They all My children, Ares in charge of war, and Hebe in charge of youth."

"You meet first, and I will let them go to Lemnos Island to meet you in a few days."

Then she turned her eyes to her two children again, and her tone was much stricter at this time, not as gentle as she was to Clotho. She seemed to be reprimanding the children, and she seemed to mean something: "Fuck Bright eyes, this is the only wife of your elder brother Hephaestus."

"Whoever dares to gossip behind his back in the future, come to me to receive the punishment!"

Hera seemed to have a different kind of majesty towards her children, and the two were trembling and dared not speak.In the end, Hebe, the female goddess of youth, stood up. She looked timid, but there was a trace of inquiry hidden in the depths of her eyes. Those extremely youthful and lively eyes swept across Clotho's clothes without a trace, as if she could pass through Clotho's clothes. Lotto glimpses the so-called big brother who hides behind her and is full of mysterious and contradictory colors.

She said the girlish greeting in a very ignorant tone: "Sister..."

Clotho could clearly see the exploration in the girl's eyes.

She didn't want to break it.

When everyone is young, growing up is a process. Only by experiencing this process in person can you hide the arrogance in your eyes in your heart.

Because the eyes cannot hide anything.

She just smiled lightly, as light as a breeze: "I can't be considered a sister. You have grown up, it's time for me to recognize you."

"Go back, Hephaestus and I are waiting for your visit on Lemnos Island."

The two young men and women did not move, but quietly looked at Hera above.After Hera nodded, they returned to their positions with a sigh of relief, and returned to the "below" that belonged to them.

Although the gods gathered below are not prominent, their respective forces are also intertwined, which is not bad.Among them are Maia, the goddess of wind and rain, and her child Hermes.

After several twists and turns, and having seen his mother Maia's difficulties these years, Hermes is no longer the boy who was deceived by a treasure. He has grown up and become a handsome young man.

He is also good at calculating, and has won the reputation of God of Shang for himself, and has become a rising star on the path of faith.

But he still sits with Apollo, the sun god, with his mother Maia beside him.

He sat with Apollo, not because he forgot the deceit, but because he wanted to go up, and his mother Maia wanted him to go to the top of Mount Olympus, to be an intermediary in the deliberations of the gods. talker.

Maia's wishes only point out the way, but Hermes' own thinking and doing belong to Hermes himself.

Hermes was born smart and able to discern things, and all the gods believed that he was much smarter and cunning than Maia who gave birth to him.But Hermes still learned something from his mother, and the name of this thing is patience.

Not only that, the goddess of wind and rain is teaching him more things all the time.

Just now, Tantalus, the king of all places, shared the food for him, and he wanted to show a smile.Because Tantalus once ascended to heaven, drank with the gods under the watchful eyes of the god king and queen, and danced for him by the graceful nine goddesses of Lyos.

Most of the gods sitting below thought that Tantalus would have an extraordinary situation, and so did Hermes.

It was his mother Maia who reached out and held him down.

He was puzzled at first, and then he understood, because he heard two strange mortal voices outside the palace complex, they argued in one person's heart, and then answered.

Hermes didn't dare to turn his head to look outside the palace, to find out where the origin of this controversy was, because he shouldn't have heard this voice.

He has not yet the ability to listen to people's hearts.

Ares and Hebe, the goddess of youth, who were on the side had already sat down, but the light from the corner of Hermes' eyes keenly saw that there were still two vacancies "above".

Arranged according to their respective powers, the owners of the two positions are obvious. One is Hades, the master of the underworld, and the other is the long-lost goddess Hestia.

"It's time for them." Hermes made a judgment.

He couldn't help but look up at God King Zeus with his eyes closed and Hera beside Zeus, wanting to see what Hera would ask next.

Those two... are not masters who can be taken lightly.

But as soon as his eyes moved over, he was startled by the staring stares—Hera was looking at him!

The owner of this gaze also spoke, the words were light and light, but Hermes was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

"Have you heard everything?"

Hermes could only suppress his palpitations and replied: "I heard clearly..."

Seeing this, Hera said with satisfaction: "Then it's up to you to spread this story to the world."

"Hermes understands." Hermes' reply put an end to the noise at the banquet, and the two vacant seats above were not mentioned, as if they were invisible.

The palace was quiet again, only Tantalus, the most prominent king of mortals, was walking around, presenting his carefully prepared dishes one after another.

The eyes of the gods naturally fell on him again.If they looked at Tantalus with fiery eyes when they were on Mount Olympus for the first time, then how hot they were last time, it will be as cold this time.

After a long time, no god would be a fool. They could see the situation clearly—the banquet tonight was unusual, and there was an undercurrent surging.

Tantalus is also very particular about serving food. Among the gods "above", he put Clotho last.

He came to Clotho with the last dish, but there was no awe in his eyes, only arrogance, inquiry and doubt.

He said: "I haven't seen you last time, you are different from them, who are you?"

"Fate." Clotho simply replied.

Tantalus was silent for a while before saying, "So it was you."

"Then you should be damned."

After a while, he stretched out his hand again as a gesture of invitation: "But please enjoy it tonight."

As he spoke, he walked up to the center of the palace, stood in the center of the gods, and stretched out his hands to meet the gaze of the gods.

He was like a king entertaining his courtiers: "Everyone, please enjoy the dinner I have carefully prepared."

No one moved, and no one responded.

After a while, a woman's silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from "above".

Tantalus looked up and recognized the man as Demeter, the goddess of fertility.The goddess' eyes are full of playfulness.

The gods present did not move, but she did.Tantalus looked at him and saw that she stretched out her slender hand like jade to take a piece of bone-in meat from the plate. She put the meat near her mouth, tore off a piece, and then chewed it carefully in her mouth.

She only ate a small piece at a time, but every time she ate a piece, the interest in her eyes became more intense.

She spoke, and what she said made Tantalus narrow his eyes.

"Using your mortal concept to measure the gods, don't you feel stupid?"

"I have already eaten this ingredient, a long time ago that you can't imagine."

This also made Clotho uncomfortable.

Every deity is unique, as are preferences and experiences.Because the years are too long, it is inevitable that there will be differences in concepts.

She sighed, and threw the dishes on the table into the burning brazier in the center of the palace for lighting.

God King Zeus also opened his eyes at this time, and threw the dishes in front of him into the brazier as well.Then there is Hera, the queen of heaven, Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory...

The gods below followed suit and threw the dishes in front of them into the brazier.

Among the gods, only Demeter, the goddess of abundance, is an exception. She eats very slowly and delicately. No one dares to disturb her, and wandering eyes subconsciously bypass her.

Clotho got up and approached the brazier. She glanced at the goddess of abundance. The latter ignored her, so she cut through the void and threw a piece of ivory into the brazier.

The moment the ivory was thrown into the brazier, the flames were extinguished, and a young man curled up in the brazier, sleeping soundly.A piece of flesh was missing from his shoulder, and in its place was a piece of ivory.

Clotho threw a square cloth woven with the thread of fate to cover the young man's naked body.

She bid farewell to God King Zeus and Queen Hera above: "God King, Queen of Heaven, I feel a little uncomfortable, can I leave first?"

The queen Hera's eyes were still kind, and she waved to Clotho: "My child, you should go back first."

"I'm sorry about today, but I'm glad you came."

Clotho nodded, turned around and walked out of the palace where the banquet was held, and walked out of the splendid palace complex.The moment she stepped out of the palace complex with one foot, she heard endless screams.

That cry exceeded the limit of the mortal body, it was a mournful wail that only the soul could make.

Clotho didn't stop, and didn't look back, but went straight out of the palace complex and walked to the shade of a big tree in the distance.

Under the shade of the tree, a mortal and an illusory spirit had already knelt down on the ground in advance to meet her.

Seeing this, Cloto scolded with a smile: "It's clever."

She spread her hands, and the black robe on the young man flew towards her, and large sections of threads of fate melted into the black robe.

The black robe became even more ordinary.Clotho threw it in front of the two kneeling on the ground.

She smiled and said, "I don't know how to deal with ordinary people."

"I will let your gods take care of you."

(End of this chapter)