The Clamoring Hydra

Looking at Skaha in front, Hydera's mouth also raised a smile.

Without concealing anything, he straightly took the golden apple out of his arms and threw it to Skaha.

"After eating this, you will be able to get the immortal divinity. However, in contrast, you can't choose to leave Sparta like Olympus."

"It's really a tough guy." After taking the Golden Apple, he looked helplessly at Hydera in front of him, and Skaha's eyes showed an indifferent look.

"Don't you know that this will arouse the lady?"

As he said, Skaha picked up the golden apple and bit it down. With the crisp chewing sound, the juice of the apple also accompanied by the rapid spread of immortality.

Looking at Skaha who was undergoing immortal transformation in front of him, Hydera did not show much expression, but just casually said: "I am more worried about the betrayal of a lord **** than a lady's side... but Since you have chosen to join, I will also consider you as a companion. As mentioned before, you will get a position among the twelve main gods. I will also give you all the rights and positions of the main god... Of course, You have to show your value."

As he said, Hydera gave Skaha the authority to manage the spiritual network. There is no need to worry about issues such as betrayal. Once added to the Twelve Lord Gods, then Sparta and Skaha are a community of destiny. With the power of the main **** level, the reason why Skaha can survive the angel's annihilation of Celtic is largely because Skaha lives as a mortal, rather than a **** of the gods.

In any myth, the gods who deviate from their own **** system are usually not too good in the end. According to the wild history known to Hydera, one said that Kronos was not killed, but fled Greece and went to Thrace to become a small land god...like a "luck" in the East "It's the same thing. Once you choose to join, and then want to quit, it's not that easy.

Skaha’s reaction was already obvious. If he was an ordinary person, he might hesitate for a while, and Skaha directly swallowed the golden apple into the stomach—perhaps because of this determination, she was able to Board the Lord God as a mortal.

Feeling the abundant immortality in his body, and then familiar for a while, Skaha opened his eyes with a little emotion.

"This is what it feels like to be a god? It's really good."

Hearing the words, looking at Skaha in front of him, Hydera shrugged his shoulders, and then said: "Regardless of the **** of the world, the **** of the Titans, you are born of Sparta. He has a priesthood and is the main **** of the gods. Spartan’s engineering team will soon build an exclusive palace for you... Of course, you can also choose to live on Delos island in the Tigttes mountains... In the last generation of God Realm, the Titan gods were either falling or hiding, and their palaces were also vacated. If you are interested, you can choose by yourself."

Hearing Hydera's words, Skaha didn't provoke slightly, then shook his head.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in what others have used."

As he said, Skaha looked at Hydera in front of her with a slightly playful look. The feeling seemed to be that Hydera was also used by others.

Receiving this provocation or teasing, Hydera frowned slightly, and then said quietly: "It doesn't matter... But the construction materials and artificial money will come out of your Celtic gathering place. Now."

"... Isn't this free?"

"In Sparta, even God is paying for things." As he said, Hydera spread his hand and said indifferently: "Regarding this, I recommend you to take a look at Sparta The papers on economics in the Imperial Library. A chaotic market cannot support a huge empire. Likewise, a solid economic system can easily penetrate and destroy a fragile country."

Hearing Hydera's words, Skaha pursed his lips and showed a bright smile of "I believe you are a ghost".

Looking at Skaha in front, Hydera's eyes raised a little thought. After a moment, Hydera said, "Speaking...I intend to let Pandora come under your command."

"...Pandora? Your daughter?"

Hearing Hydera's words, Skaha frowned slightly.

"Why? Can't help arranging eyeliners?"

Heard shook his head. Quietly said: "I don't need to be as despicable as I think... I admit my strong desire, my desire to control and possessive. But now you cannot threaten my status, in the eyes of the Spartans The Celtics are just a group of outsiders, who have not experienced the break-in of a hundred years of war, and the Carters have difficulty entering the core of Sparta."

"And Pandora will be a good lubricant... As the most famous mentor in the Celtic world, I believe that you should not exclude a highly talented student? With the identity of Pandora's teacher, While your culture can be better inherited, it can also be better integrated into Sparta."

"how is it?"

With that said, Hydera spread his hand towards Skaha in front of him. While glancing at Hydera in front of him, Skaha lowered his head thoughtfully, biting his lip and thinking.

The meaning of Hydera is already very clear... In exchange for the knowledge of Skahavan gods, the Celtics are more quickly integrated into the Spartan collective, rather than being isolated because of the identity of the outsider . And considering that the present self and Hydera themselves are community of destiny...

"I don't seem to have any reason to refuse..."

"Happy cooperation~"

With a pleasant conversation, the transaction between the two also came to an end. Watching Skarhaman's wonderful posture leave the Great Shrine, Hydera also drifted his mind elsewhere...According to the information passed by Pandora, Thor and Socrates should have come to Sparta for some time...

The former is the heir of the Nordic **** Odin, and the latter is the founder of Western civilization and philosophy. Either way, Hydera needs to see him...

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Before the Tucao dormitory did not have air conditioning, I found a reader's suggestion to buy a small air conditioner...To be honest, I really thought about it. But... the dormitory is limited! Not even the hair dryer! It’s all 9102 years! On a hot day, it depends on a small fan. In the winter, the radiator can only dry the socks... This is dead! Life is better than death!